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Poem of 2024

poet Anonymous

The Blue-Sand Girl suffers a wardrobe malfunction:

Wonky Knickers

Well, I was walking out one day,
the sun blazed hot and strong,
and all was well within me world –
but then it all went wrong!

Me knickers slipped, began to slide
and head towards me knees!
I knew they had, for round me arse
I felt a cooling breeze.

'Oh, shit!' I said, and yanked them up,
before somebody saw
me wonky knickers heading South
as once they'd done before,

but luckily I had with me
me bag, so reaching in
I found in there – I knew I would –
a great big safety-pin!

I pinned me knickers to me dress
with not one pin but four
and then went walking on me way
and hoped they stayed secure,

then when at last I reached me house
and I was safe within
I ripped those wonky knickers off
and chucked them in the bin.


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MX00jHZIJCM&pp=ygUOa25pY2tlcnMgc29uZ3M%3D

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Grace
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Just Blue

Feeling blue and rather tired
I sat at the edge of my bed
watching ants on parade
carrying bits of bread

I watched them for a while
as they marched on the trail
waiting to see if one would fail
and on they way tripped and fell

I thought I'd write an ode to them
such dedication and passion
in bringing back sustenance
to their people and the queen

My dustpan and broom
whispered their doom
or find their way home
from the bin outside my home

🐋🐳🦭☕

poet Anonymous

The Blue-Sand Girl's Lament For The Massacred Ants.  🐜🐜🐜

She murdered them! She took her broom and killed
the ants in search of food! She slaughtered them
without compassion, choosing to condemn
them all to death by bin when those ants milled
across her kitchen floor! Their Queen won't build
a nest! She'll starve! Her babies? All will die!
O heartless girl! Why did you do it? Why
destroy the life of any living thing?
No need there was to brush them up and fling
their bodies in the bin! It's Antocide!.
😥

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Grace
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Ant Queen Dirge

o alas alas o woe is me
they lived so joyfully and free
traversing the hills for food
and sugar so sweetly brewed

they are gone now perished
how can anybody be selfish
and cruel oh so heartless
so angryfying and godless

here I wait upon my throne
popping out more drone
to replace those that's gone
so hungry, I could eat my crown!

🐳🦭☕

poet Anonymous

From The Poems Of The Blue-Sand Girl

The Ant Queen Lays It On The Line

The Ant Queen laboured day and night
replenishing her ravaged nest
and not that Queen would stop for rest
until she'd made her Ant House right

and filled it up with Ants galore
who scurried round and brought her food
which then she chewed, her strength renewed,
until, restored, she ate no more

then summoned all the Nest to come
to her, for she'd a speech to give
which would ensure they all would live
much longer than their Dads had done,

the ones who'd perished by the Broom.
Then when those ants were sitting there
and each one had a comfy chair
a silence fell upon that room.

The Queen spoke: "Ants, to spare you pain,
I want to give you sage advice;
I shall not need to say it twice:
Don't go in Grace's house again!

She'll sweep you up – I'll not deny! –
and chuck you in her rubbish bin
then slam the lid to do you in
and all of you will sadly die."


The Ants all heard and gave a groan,
but from that day they kept away
from anywhere that girl should stay –
and Grace is now an ant-free zone.

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I found this poem in the box
the Blue-Sand Girl had left behind
for anyone to come and find
and take from under hidden rocks.

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Grace
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Singing the Blues

she sang the blues
as she painted her shoes
they were old ones
cracked at the seams

she had not bought a pair in years
she wore her sister's shoes
for the family gathering last christmas
she felt like one of Cinderella's ugly sisters

the shoes were very tight
her big toe peeped out
her heels were bruised
she wasn't amused

the colour of her shoes
were all kind of hues
she thought they looked attractive
but the shoes just looked pathetic
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Casted_Runes
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The world went barmy in April,
just as it did in Jan, Feb, and March,
but it’s nothing compared to what will
come forth, with freedom swinging from the arch.

poet Anonymous

April is the cruelest month,
and Eliot agrees,
for all the hairs upon his arse
migrate to Ezra's knees,

and then his arse gets freezing cold –
which comes as no surprise! –
and he can't warm it up again
no matter how he tries.

🥶🥶🥶

Grace
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Freezing Blue

She sat on the chair outside
letting the rain fall on her
freezing her inside almost solid
as she waited with a swatter

she must swat the flies
as they buzzed around
her poor dead cats
frozen solid on the ground

the flies giggled
as they warmly snuggled
on the folds of the blankets
in her bedroom


🥿🛀🥶

poet Anonymous

Redly Ever After

The girl is cold
she has the blues
and on her feet
are holey shoes

her cats are dead
and all the flies
are on the bed
on which she lies

her life is grim
her life is bleak
a better life
she has to seek

so off she goes
to Timbuctoo
well, what else could
the poor girl do?

And there she meets
the colour Red
then no more flies
come on her bed

no more she sits
in freezing rain
and her old shoes
are new again

and her two cats
come back to life –
for Red has made
that girl his wife! –

and happily
for all their days
they live in love
a million ways.

(Aw! Bless.)


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Grace
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Seeing Red

the soup was boiling merrily
the meat and potatoes getting cooked
she thought  of being single and free
with not a care in the world

she wished she unmarried Red
and be a single blue once more
to return to where she once lived
near the pretty blue sand shore

Red and Blue had purple kids
and twins with polka Dots
they were difficult to put to bed
for they resembled the blankets

Blue once went to the parks
with her dozen entourage
and spent the whole day
looking for them in the folliage


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Grace
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Seeing Blue

seeing blue again Is happiness
in its own way its coming home
to the land with blue vastness
that always breathe a whispered welcome

this is where the beauty of fantasyland
survive the loss of innocence
and simplicity in looking at the world
with kindness and tolerance

the seashore with the blue sand
and sunsets with hues of rainbows
where flamingoes and swans
perform in friendly shows

where I can sing with the siren
and not hear the ambulance scream
as they bring me to the sanatorium
peeling me from the colours of my dream

🐳🦋🌊🦄

poet Anonymous

NEWSFLASH!
Blue-Sand Girl Goes Nuts!
Taken To Sanatorium – Condition Critical!
Doctors Say There's Little Hope!


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In the meantime ...

Writing Poetry Is Sometimes Like Having A Difficult Shite

The poet sits upon the bog
and tries to write poetic lines
while shitting out a massive log.
The poet sits upon the bog
and hopes his bowels do not clog –
a bunged-up bum would spoil his rhymes!
The poet sits upon the bog
and tries to write poetic lines,
but constipation's like a vice,
and tragically the words won't flow.
He puffs his cheeks, he squeezes twice,
but constipation's like a vice;
the situation isn't nice!
He tries each trick that poets know,
but constipation's like a vice,
and tragically the words won't flow.

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Grace
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Blue Faced

sticks around him in heaps
fallen leaves on dead reeds
he stood up feeling a tad dizzy
felt the earthl tilt suddenly

he had strained until he was blue
squatted stood but still no poo
stuck between tortilla and glue
the chomped onions mushroom

he walked around like a grizzly
just from hibernation stuffed butt
trying to dislodged yesterday's mail
and all moss under his tail🦄🌊🥶💤

poet Anonymous


Pen: Parker 45.
Ink: Diamine: Apple Glory.
Inspiration: Paul Muldoon.

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