it’s the day after
and there’s whooping & hollering
the oculus is operational
kid’s head buried
in witless game
oblivious of who, what, where
there’s an attachment to his inner mind
no one else can see
i see poetry
in a tree, a frothing cup,
in a knight-shining chessboard -
black and white
i see i see
i long the sea
even if i trip
into the oculus
with pirouetting waves,
captive to a pirate ship,
i shall not wear
the scent of salt-air,
feel the brisk slap of the windy-cold,
be tossed to and fro,
be entertained
it’s the day after
there’s whooping & hollering
mindful i aim
for fun & games
ones that i can put my hands to
12/26/2021
FUN AND GAMES
Peeking through the keyhole of the pantry,
I caught sight of the butler and the maid.
And, though I knew it wrong, I stayed and watched,
Mesmerised by the little game they played.
I don’t think Mummy would be pleased at all
And Daddy would have found out, like as not.
They didn’t pay them to indulge in games.
They surely would have fired them on the spot.
The butler chuckled and the maid laughed loud;
Excitement mounted with each move they made.
Then, suddenly, the game came to an end.
She held her hand out and the butler paid.
And then I heard the butler quietly say,
“It’s time to put Monopoly away!
Play
Small games
Make believe
Challenging friends
Fun
TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS POEM PLEASE READ MY POEM 'HELLLPPPP I'VE LOST MY BANANA' AND DARREN WATSON'S POEM 'FUN GAMES'
Good folks of Poetry Soup you may have read of my dilemma
My Banana it went missing – it was nicked by this lovely fella
Darren invited me to join him in some fun and games
I don’t call him big boy for nothing its one of our pet names
Darren has confessed to me he stole my juicy fruit
I’d sapped all his energy he was worried I’d give him the boot
So if you don’t see us here for a while it’s down to the roll of a dice
If he wants me to play his games I won’t have to stop and think twice.
Jan Allison
15th May 2014
Poem was written after reading Darren's poem 'Fun Games' and is printed with his permission
I haven't posted any poems in a long time so here is one I wrote recently.
You thought it was all fun and games
Never knew your words could hurt
The time has come
You should have been more careful
Really thought before you spoke
Now it's too late
You never know the person inside
All the secrets locked away
Wishing you could take it all back
You can't
Now I'm dead and gone
Hoping this was what you wanted
For it's what you always told me
You wouldn't care if I was dead
You would laugh at my pain
All of this because your words were not just fun and games
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