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Best Poems Written by Tim Riding

Below are the all-time best Tim Riding poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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Talking Waves

TALKING WAVES.

The sound the waves make on the shore
Seem like they’re trying to say,
“I’d never seen this rocky beach
Until I did today.”

“Before that I was out at sea,
Miles and miles away,
Racing with the ocean,
To talk to you today.”

“I’ve seen the cliffs at Dover,
And the road to Mandalay.
I even passed Australia
To get to you today.”

“I’ve seen the gentle humpbacked whale
And a giant manta ray,
I even saw a penguin
In a cold Antarctic Bay.”

“But now we’ve had our little chat
I really must not stay,
I’ve got to talk to someone else
A thousand miles away.”

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The Bathroom

THE BATHROOM

I’ve got three older sisters,
Lindsey, Sue and Kate,
And every single morning,
They try to make me late.


They get into the bathroom,
And then they lock the door.
So I knock and knock with both my hands
Until they’re really sore.


They stay in there for hours!
I really don’t know why,
Because I can wash all over
In two minutes if I try,


Just because I’m only five
They think that I’m a pest,
But it’s cold outside the bathroom door
In just your shorts and vest.


I have to wait ‘til Mum comes up
When she hears me shout.
She says “I’m counting up to five”!
At three they all rush out.


When I go in the floor’s all wet,
With towels everywhere.
The walls and mirror are covered with steam,
And the sink is full of hair.


One day I’ll get up early,
And I’ll be very cruel.
I’ll sit in the bathroom for half an hour,
And make THEM late for school.

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Wildlife 9

Wildlife 9
An amazingly ugly gnu,
Once stopped on the plains for a poo,
A lion went past
And was almost aghast
So he ran off whilst yelling "Ker....phew"!

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The Minstrel

The Minstrel

	In a doorway, squatting, strumming out of tune
	There sits a minstrel, gazing whilst he plays
	A string of chords, discordant in their mix
	Combining all his thoughts of better days.
	Unshaven, threadbare, clothed as once he did
	Before some unexpected fall from grace,
	So now he plays life’s thoughts for all to hear
	As passers-by avoid his careworn face.
	A flat cap holds a few small copper coins
	Reflecting those who understand his plight
	And so I cross and place a token too
	Acknowledged only by a nod so slight.
		His eyes look through me, seemingly to say,
		This could be you who's sitting here today.

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Wildlife 39

Wildlife 39

A rampant and agile young filly,
Was blatantly acting quite silly,
A young colt cried "Neigh!"
"Now just stay away!"
"And get your hoof off of my willie!!"

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A Parting Shot

A parting shot

	  Baristas bang to level the grounds
	  Constant caffeinated sounds
	  Murmured speak of 'where to next'?
	  Lonely figures sit and text
	  Gluten-free on plates piled high
	  Condensing people passing by
	  Foreign tongues that click and slur
	  Counterpoint a song from Blur
	  Buy 'to go' to cut the cost
	  By patronage the past has lost
	  Dusty corners, crumbs they've missed
	  Pierced lip and tattooed wrist
	  How strange our habits, then and now
	  That beg the questions when? and how?
	  Suspended nylons now replaced
	  By skin-tight leggings trimmed and laced
	  Time has changed the way we think
	  Of what we eat and what we drink
	  Like poetry that used to rhyme
	  Now lost in Jabberwocky slime.

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An Autumn Rose

An Autumn Rose

		No sunlight passes through the cloak of grey
		That lies upon this quiet autumn day.
		Trees, bedecked with sparkling drops of dew
		Compliment my inner thoughts of you.
		A single rose bud sits with drooping head
		Amidst this sad and mournful floral bed
		Which yesterday, or so it now would seem
		Was vibrant as a young and healthy dream.
		Just wishing can't restore the chance to bloom
		As I had wished whilst sitting in your room,
		Where, deep in sleep, you never blinked an eye
		In answer to my words, a last goodbye.
			A final effort, try to live for me,
			And be my rose for all eternity.

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Wildlife 24

Wildlife 24

A chirpy and suave young blue tit
Perched on a branch for a bit
Down below sat a cat
So the bluebird just shat
And the cat threw a terrible fit!

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Route 66ish No 5

Route 66ish No 5

There was a young girl from Spokane,
Who drove both her parents insane,
She was cursed with a stutter,
And would sit in the gutter,
Screaming "G God I h hate all this rain!!!

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Arty Stuff No 5

Arty stuff No 5

Millet was doing a dance,
As he painted a farm in Provence,
He would turn in a rush
And while holding his brush
Adopt a most classical stance!