Best Edition Poems

Well hopefully you've read the last "Poetry for Poets", now here's the one I wanted to write, enjoy...

POETRY FOR POETS 
(I own this- edition)

Poems
more organic than fertilizer
rooted in the **** of life
manure

Some grow wild
seeking their light
through a gnarled thicket
of images
and symbolism.
Ill watered
or sprayed with chemical...

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I: THE UK

Poling, Patching, Nether Wallop, 
Matching Tye and Droop

Plumpton, Lickfold, Puddletown, 
Westward Ho! and Throop.

Hole of Horcum, New Invention,
Boghead, Bath, Cat's Ash

North Piddle, Staines and Pen*stone,
Wash Dyke, East Breast and Flash.

Six Mile Bottom, Mudford Sock,
Wetwood, Wetwang, Hose

Catbrain, Assloss, No Man's Land, 
Didling, Lower Rose.

Blubberhouses,...

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Another One Shuts Down (Corona virus version)

Gates and boards and reels of wire
Garbage by the gates
Driveway overgrown with grass
The factory is a state

Security checks once an hour
To make sure all's still locked
Another business shut it's door
the economy was rocked

Another workplace bites the dust
Another one shuts...

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I am here on an archaeological quest,
to satisfy many a curious mind's request
for knowledge on antiques and artifacts
of Egypt's long extinct historical facts,
in treasured sands buried, like gold mines earnestly
sought for in stories shrouded in mythology.
With a large contingent just as curious as I,
hardly daunted...

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I’m a limited edition, when all is said and done 
Nothing special, only unique in a maze of humdrum 
Kill spiders for a pastime, coz I hate their beady eyes 
Watching me try to sleep, as they paralyse butterflies 

I’m a limited edition, pulling cobwebs...

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Mother


Better lose the saddle than the horse’.
Every mother’s voice echo these 7 words 
To her child, not just out of love, 
Not entirely for love but for joy.
The joy of motherhood.

This life will be hard (they say)  
Nwa m, ma o ga-adiri gi mma
She...

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POETRY FOR POETS
(wrote itself without my consent- edition)


You know when you start a poem with a specific idea of how it will look and read. Then as the words flow onto the page the poem takes on it's own life and meaning. Well this is...

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Standing on a tower, more than three hundred feet
As she watched a movie of her life
The rain falls, and she smiled a sad smile
She spread her arms like wings
Tears still falling, but she wanted to fly
Closing her eyes, she lift her head high

Stakes are too...

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With one glance of her eyes you would turn to stone
her icy glare would chill to the bone
i talk about our Arabic teacher
a vile and very nasty creature
a shot in the head is not enough
for that creature is very tough
i would love to slit her...

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I am the brown crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I can color in the sand your child plays in,
or I can be the trunk of the tree that gives you shade.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am...

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Up on the Housetop – Police Edition
A very touching version of Benjamin Hanby’s Up on the House Top. 

A warm tribute to all dispatchers & police officers everywhere.
Up on the housetop the owner heard a big noise, 
the reindeer were so loud that he lost...

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He pushes me towards my goals,
He encourages me to chase my dreams,
He champions my poetry,
He makes me laugh, 'til I burst my seams.
He builds me up,
He picks me up when I fall,
He teaches me to appreciate life,
He make mes feel ten feet tall.
He tells me...

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Christmas edition of PS News is out, and here's the scoop
Poets are climbing the rungs of ladders on Poetry Soup 
It's not an easy feat; one to be applauded and praised
instead of opposed, demeaned, or by jealous ones, razed

Why bother looking at lists if you...

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"Final Edition"     Posted 12 Sep 2021

With deep gratitude to all of who visited and commented over these 12 months of Monoku Mondays, I am hereby retiring this series. Keep laughing and bringing a smile to one another, we all need a...

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The Lord is my driver
I will not crash.
He buckles me the front seat of my road car.
He drives me on back roads,
He maintains my vehicle. 
He leads me on the direct routes
For time saving sake.
Even though I ride on the narrow back alleys,
I will feel...

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