Families have their own quirky sayings
That tend to continue throughout generations
Said for many emotions
Or just in general conversation
“What a load of Codswallop”
“Or what a load of Cods”
A saying in my family
“Codswallop” not so odd!
It means what a load of rubbish
Though many of you may already know
I’m writing a load of Cods right now
So time for me to go …..
Categories:
cods, silly,
Form: Rhyme
Who on God reclines
Worldly offers declines:
To the scripture inclines
Noting the sharp lines
Between Gods and gods;
Though both sides wield rods;
From worshipers nods:
The latter mere pods,
Things to smoke like cods
Or just kick with leg
And refuse to beg...
Who an God reclines
Only dines and wines
From Lord God's rich mines...
This, forever, signs
Categories:
cods, god, image, people, religious,
Form: Rhyme
Mr. John is a jolly fisherman
Paddling his boat with single hand
His other hand holds a fishing rod
On hook are worms from peapods
Baiting only the bean-like cods.
Mr. John went fishing yesterday
He threw his fishnet on the bay
When pulled it back
He thought he was having a rock
But then, he caught a big shark!
Mr. John went back to the lake
For his safety’s sake
Whistling while fishing
Lake was so cool and calming
His fishing rod got a crocodile -- hanging!
Mr. John went back to the river
Singing, dancing in his boat like Justine Bieber
Unaware of the log of beavers
Boat capsized. He plunged into the water.
Mr. John moved to his own fishpond
His fishing day was so much fun
After putting some fish traps
Big and small fishes jumped into his lap
Giving him a loud and hearty laugh.
Mr. John is a jolly fisherman
Paddling his boat with single hand
His other hand holds a fishing rod
On hook are worms from peapods
Baiting only the bean-like cods.
Aug 23,2022 9.24pm
A Jolly Fisherman Poetry Contest Enter
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Categories:
cods, fishing,
Form: Rhyme
I've heard that fish would love to pee
But they can't their fins are crossed in an ardent plea
Eyes are also crossed
Their way they've lost
Only old cods know where the toidies are at sea
Categories:
cods, fun,
Form: Limerick
Heard that fish would love to pee
Their fins are crossed in an ardent plea
Eyes go sideways
Swim as they pray
But only old cods know where the toilets are at sea
Categories:
cods, allusion,
Form: Limerick
Porous pride sucked sassy strength leased
b' bounty biddings hoisted hurls greased.
"f two cods, crushed contentions dangled -
their salient stances 'n' hexed dribbles.
Quoth th' first t' twain bis, "Oft would you grudge?
Knowing that ere thou wert torn trudge
hoisted horizon "f pain punctured.
Why ergo thou'rt "n offshoot "f fractures?"
Torn twain b' lanky liquor smitten
which behove with erst ñ ill'sion driven,
hewn haggard syllables 'n' did robe
fractured folly 'n gullible glows.
Anon skipped torn twain like gazelle,
treading lands as waves - lured limbs hexed.
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Note:
a) of damp drunkards
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Hexed - Charmed
ii) Quoth - said
iii) twain - two
iv) bis - twice
v) oft - often
vi) ere - before
vii) wert - were
viii) ergo - then
ix) thou'rt - You're
x) behove - suited
xi) erst - first
xii) Anon - Immediately
xiii) Cods - Men
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) th' - the
v) t' - to
vi) 'n - in
vii) ñ - on
viii) "n - an
Categories:
cods, dark,
Form: Sonnet
It was a night so dark, so damp; the fog swirled thick about the lamp,
a night not fit for man or beast, a night on which tender hearts ceased
to care about mankind's suffering, so nasty was the storm buffeting
the tiny humble New England town, its weathered cape cods all battened down.
When of a sudden a cry rang out, piercing the fog with a shriek and a shout:
Did it herald the dawn of a better day? --Or just proclaim, "Man's lost his way."
Shutters opened, blinds upward flew; Denizens craned their necks for a ring-
side view.
Where was the man who'd issued the cry? Was it a sign of life, or would they
all die?
Just then a riderless horse galloped down, streaking its way through the town,
tossing its mane right then left; of its mystery rider long sine bereft:
Whence the cry had come, no one could tell; when an unearthly voice, straight from Hell
split the night with a ghastly shriek; shutters slammed tight--no one dared
peek,
As the horse veered away, frightened itself, by the Devil's advance along with
his elfs,
Crescendoes of wailing blackened the night--of a poor humble town in a fight for its life.
Categories:
cods, city, cry, death, horse,
Form: Sonnet
For them:
TGIF! It’s weekend;
The ATM vomits its cods,
Unwinding at the bars,
The cinema’s got a blockbuster!
Yes,…pizza… barbeque… red wine…chicken…
…come on, keep the change girl, it’s weekend!
Campuses empty for “World-Trade-Centers”;
Hey, Two nights, Sunday’s off…your bill
…turn on the gen. set boy! It’s weekend!
For us:
We wake to trader’s knock,
Farmers got to make thousand heaps,
Laundry man washes his palms off,
Bar attendants serve till time is still,
Prostitutes, pounded for few pounds,
‘Big brothers’ rob us to pay our bills,
The maid knocked out without recharge;
Labourer needs refill:
“Malt?”
“No…three coooold pure water”
“And wetin?”
“And, ehn…one groundnut.”
“Finish?”
“Add one bons biscuit,
Put am for nylon”
It’s glaring why;
Their WEEKends earn us WEAKends!
At our homes,
“We’re fasting today[no prayer point]”
“Idiot children! Drink water and be fine”
“Go meet your mother!”
“Are you blind?”
“Turn off the lantern, tomorrow’s Church…”
… and so is our weakend!
Categories:
cods, destiny, fate, irony, people,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Oh my darling I met you on here
I will love you forever
never looking at another
you are my whole wide world.
Bah! what a load of cods wallop
dream on enjoy your fantasy
for if there's one sure thing
it will all end in tears.
Love takes time to grow
if it is to last.
It needs nurturing
and time spent together.
What one gets on line
is just a flash in the pan
sweet talking words and
maybe cam sex, are no go.
Love thrives on challenges
thrown up by everyday life.
You have to experience both
the good and definitely the bad.
Anything else is an illusion
although seeming sweet now
I have seen these internet affairs
that explode in wild passion.
Yet where are they six months later?
gone like a puff of wind
the canvas torn apart
the illusion shattered.
Bah! its a load of cods wallop
a fantasy existing only in your mind
sweet at the time to be sure
but when it ends someone is in tears.
While their so called love
moves on to someone new
its all just a game
and some play it so well.
Categories:
cods, allusion, fantasy,
Form: Verse
The Nature of Man
The hills are full of light like shining stars on a dark sky,
a pretty sight for weary traveler. The rich have moved
inland now as the sea stinks of dead fish and stranded
whales. There is a social order the wealthiest live on top
of the hill and prices gradually sinks till where the village
is near the dry river, that occasionally floods and there
are an invasion of frogs, a creature that survive any world
disorder, yet so full of chemicals the river banks are full of
phosphorous light that looks enchanting when seen by those
who live uphill. The fish industry has moved inland big tanks
of sardines and cods, but it is luxury food only affordable for
those on top of the human pyramid. Everything has changed,
where a wanderer could walk and see rabbits and boars run,
now he meets security guards, in fancy uniforms, telling him
this is private property keep out. The underpaid are chasing
the poor and feel good about it. The social order remains, this
because it is in our nature to be the best, the strongest,
the cleverest, the fasted and the most ruthless, talk of equality
is for losers and intellectuals.
Categories:
cods, introspection, nature, light, fish,
Form: Blank verse
Knocked down
When I’m down I’m miserable,
But that won’t do at all,
Reef up yer bloody bootstraps, boy,
Walk tall, don’t bloody crawl.
Depression black has arrived,
Kick it up the cods,
Don’t drag yer feet, tiptoe n jive,?
And rise above the odds.
Let the mighty spirit in you surge,
Feel it’s strength and power,
You are more than mortal, merge,
Gods will and strength is ours.
Don Johnson 14-july-11
Brian Strand
Contest Name A POETES any theme@form max 14 lines
Categories:
cods, adventurestrength,
Form: Rhyme