A sly inflection shifts the paradigm.
Rambling renaissance men without a clue.
Notable declensions; mismanaged time.
Skewing the truth and balance of value.
When paying mind to another's success.
Visibly worn down; a willful chappie
climbs only for eternal convalesce.
One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
No masterpiece ever preceded thought.
Do with that as you like; chase destiny.
Some of what you want. Some of what you ought.
None of what you’re not. Soon the world will see.
Narrative’s control the pen and the page.
After all, isn’t all the world a stage?
This is a story about Barry Hunt
Who tried to pull off a remarkable stunt
He tried a bungee-jump without using a rope
He then fell to the ground the silly dope
And now his head is turned back to front.
He now sees everything from the back
Which often leads to a panic attack
Because now when he needs a poo
And he has to visit the loo
He simply just doesn’t have the knack
It’s even worse when he needs a wee
Because Barry can no longer see
His aim is so bad, which really makes him sad
Cos to get bullseye he would need a degree
This story of backwards boy Barry
Ends with him finally becoming happy
He then got a job as a teacher, which became a magazine feature
And now he was a celebrity chappie
With his eyes now on ‘the back of his head’
He could see what the children had said
Although there was no cure, he got awarded Teacher of the year
And he celebrated when his name was declared
Barry partied all day and he partied all night
He danced the ‘backward robot’ until it was light
Despite Barry’s backwards life, that night he met June his wife
and now Barry and June are doing alright.
Down the docks beside the bay
There lives a very jolly fisherman
He wears a hat and long red boots
And loves his boat ‘The Mary-Ann’
He lifts the anchor and sets sail
Each day whether rain or shine
Riding the waves out on the sea
He baits and casts his line
He whistles while he’s working
He is such a jolly chappie
He has a great big secret
That makes him very happy
The reason that he wants fish
Is because he has on board
A very special first mate
Who loves a seafood hoard
The first mates name is Stan
He has whiskers and brown fur
He meows and claws the decking
And sleeps with a noisy purr
The jolly fisherman has lots of fun
Fishing with his best friend Stan -
So have you guessed who Stan is?
He is ships cat on ‘The Mary-Ann’ !
21 August 2022
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest
Sponsor Julia Ward
The hours tick by before my eyes,
As I lay tucked up, in my bed.
Even Bo peeps sheep have now returned,
And still the lack of Zzz’s.
Pounding seconds tick away,
Seem to echo in my brain.
Back and forth and back and forth,
Reminiscent to coaches on a train.
Oh, what I hear myself reply,
As the shock begins to bite.
With blood shot eyes that settle down,
As the room now fills with light.
As a foot now stumbles on the floor,
Now lurching from my bed.
In a bleary haze that follows,
From that workman in my head.
A vow to become teetotal,
For at least that what was said.
From the dark roast coffee granules,
To raise me from the dead.
What a happy sounding chappie,
From the airway’s morning show.
Why should he be feeling cheerful?
With five days of drudge to go.
Now boldly going forward,
As through the door I trek.
Filled by last night’s antimatter,
From a star ship what the heck.
© N Windle 2020.
Harry was always happy
He was known as a cheerful chappie
It was delightful to meet
This chap in the street
He was a native from Cincinatti
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subtle
footle
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reject
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magic
tragic
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be two
me you
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have fun
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we'll see
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fake heart
let's part
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sadly
badly
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alone
at home
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really
sorry
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want thee
honey
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desire
on fire
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madly
gladly
subtle
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happy
chappie
subtle
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subject
detect
subtle
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man wife
for life
subtle
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confused
defused
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dated
mated
subtle
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new life
with wife
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#footle #subtle #new
Nervous, anxious, praying
my love I express.
Girlfriend blubbers saying
I’ll marry you - yes!
Parents very happy
we are getting wed,
Bridegroom joyful chappie
banns need to be read!
Joyful girlfriend smiling,
seals love with a kiss
Planning wedding styling
no longer a ‘miss’!
Booking summer wedding,
bridesmaid will wear blue,
blissful marriage heading
darling I love you!
2/14/18
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Checked with 'rhymezone' and how many syllables
88 syllables Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
An extraordinary winter we're having up here
A roller coaster we haven't experienced in years
As a young chappie in Montreal
My happy days as a neanderthal
Snowed for days, piled up way past my rear
Happy Chappie had a lightbulb brain wave
Thinking his idea some time he would save
Usually when he went out and about
He forgot his way back without any doubt
Thought if I butter well my outdoor shoe
I'm sure to retrace as good as new
Unexpectantly he had a good ride
Whooshing along on his sole slip and slide
I sit on this park bench rain pouring down,
people hurrying by, with umbrellas up
going to and from the shops in town,
sitting here with my dog, I'm holding a cup
a little girl watched by her protective mother
approached me with her small hand clasped
into my cup she drops a coin then another
She looks at me and smiles, happy? she asked,
with a tear in my eye, due to her compassion,
I'm cold, wet, hungry, smelly, no, not happy
then looking into my cup with anticipation
what I saw didn't disappoint, I'm a lucky chappie,
not a coin but a locket with an amazing picture
a picture of my late wife, she was my soul mate,
I looked up, I had a feeling of being much richer
the girl and her mother were going through the gate
I felt at peace, warm, dry, clean and content,
next to me wasn't my dog but my beautiful wife
then I came to realise this wonderful event,
we were together again in heaven to start a new life.
11/29/2016
chatty
fatty
happy
chappie
jelly
belly
caring
sharing
funny
fella
comp entry 24102016 1st go at footle
Once knew a chappie named Antonio
From his bum, brownish flowers did grow
A delightful appearance
Sold them for a pittance
Saved some to set his love's heart aglow
© Jack Ellison 2015