Best Trundled Poems

Women wore corsets
Men trundled round
Magical mushrooms
grew out of the ground

Everyone terrified
Of the dragon breathing fire
The far fetched stories
The jolly town cryer

Always so happy
Nobody knows why
It was the magical mushrooms
Everyone was high...

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I will tell a funny story of a bear that's hunkydory
How 'e lives a life of comfort in a pickle on a tree
When the summer comes 'e fishes, an' 'e eats 'em off o' dishes
Till the day 'e ran in 'orror from 'is shadow on...

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One tall and gaunt with hooded eyes
The other bearded, bent, time-worn and wise
They relished unfurling their intellectual sails
To seek secrets of wisdom on ancient gales

Two wizened old philosophers in a huddled conspiracy
They picked through the bones of archaic mythology
Pondered the tomes of scholars of yore
Then...

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Fields swayed with golden rye
As on my bike, I trundled by.
A gentle breeze cooled my brow
As I passed some languid cows.

Some lay down, chewing cud
Some sought shade, where they could.
The searing sun stilled the air
On I rode, without a care. 

Through the sun drenched countryside
Immersed...

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Brown and worn
She slowly trundled, 
Carrying the tattered and torn
Clutching their bundle.
She leans to the right
And then the left,
In that pitiful night
Laying sleepers bereft.
All her metal and carriage
Held a thousand souls
Between their marriage
Of  her red hot coals.
And the wooden doors weep
The iron locks, hold...

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From England's dark blackout
We came to these shores
I and my siblings
In refuge from war.
How enchanted we were
With all we saw.

First Sydney's fine harbour
And her bridge of one span
Then the azure blue sea
The long beaches of sand
The beautiful city lit up at night
To our youthful eyes...

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We flew through the air on a refurbished plane,
the shakes and the rattles sure gave us some pain.
But we were the ones who fortune had named
to spend years Far East with our dad’s army game.

The journey exciting, we’d not been before
to a place where the...

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Hand Grown In Thyme.

On Brummie Sea and Burnley oak,
In bearded wood and clove
I hidey in this Mutton cloth
That strangles like a choke.

Lampooned upon this Ferris wheel,
A chuckle for a hoot.
I swung with empty boxing glove
And knocked a joke aboot.

I thank you from my Uncles chin
And...

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It was an early fall day, some decades ago, 
When three of my boys were still young.
Looking forward that year to the Rochester Fair,
An event that was always good fun.

A promise from me I would transport them forth 
And attend this yearly event,
Where the food...

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Slowly and stately
they shuffle along the ice
Oblivious and orderly
they move from the sea into the frozen wilderness
Moving with uncanny precision
along the widest king's highway on earth
None to impede their path
as the cycle of permanent darkness descends
No polar bear anywhere,
they have all trundled off to hibernate
No...

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I didn't get lost in the forest that day, it was my beautiful friend Angels Birthday- when night turned so quickly from day ,when the light just faded away. 
The rain pattered uncaringly on my sweating fybromyalgic hair ,no we didn't get lost that day,...

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Twas wooden, and my Ivy stick
Did claggy with a cobbled tone.
The moon, in shade rode whimsy high
And whiffled with a moan.

By hairy dog and camel toe
I trundled on and farted,
By gum and skinny teeth I went
Unshaven and wholehearted.

Hag I not seen but in a girth
A...

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My dear grandmother

One nigth while I was sleeping
I got a sad telephonemessage

I got up fast
The tears just trundled down my cheeks

The message I got was that you had passed away
It happened so incredibly fast

I have cried for several months
All the tears for you
Hope that some...

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An arrogant hare challenged a lethargic turtle to a race.
The hare ridiculed the turtle due to its lumbering pace.

"The loser", declared the hare " will be destined for the pot!"
The "hare"-brained turtle agreed knowing he didn't have a shot!

The turtle desperately tried to figure a...

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Olga Scheps embodies Chopin's Piano Concerto n° 1

           For a pianist who ponders her prey

The taming arms-length erect posture
The torso and pulsating violin back encased in red-rich ornate coarse wrap
Nape muscles strung by swaying grace-groomed...

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