Can anyone follow the news anymore?
during Euro 2024,
after the UK elections,
when I want to know the latest selections,
In Gareth Southgate’s team,
In Sir Keir Starmer’s team,
with everyone analysing, prophesying,
what this or that might mean.
Even if we heard those songs before,
all the pundits are oh so cock-sure,
everyone thinks they know the score,
the truth is nobody ever knows,
until that final whistle blows.
Everyone’s riding their luck, their chance,
pick up a history book, take a glance,
they never write any of them in advance.
That 2-1 defeat hurt, but it was no disgrace,
after all England, still claimed second place,
so I will congratulate Spain,
and celebrate how far our team came,
give our manager and players, respect that's due,
that's the least, that anyone can do.
The news from the US, just got even worse,
it's time that I returned to my verse,
or read the latest on Port Talbot steel,
then go back to following Labour's New Deal.
Categories:
gareth, 10th grade, england, history,
Form: Rhyme
Kudos Gareth..' I'm on your side.!
Stand for Lisa; so sad she died
I got locked on f b for doing the
Same, yet the tides now turning
And we'll brook no shame.!
I'm cheering you on; as will
Many others, i'm sure we'll see
The v i p e r r arise.' watch them
Run for cover, all the quacks all
The crooked..Politico's, and paid
Off hacks.' We're billions in number
And are holding this track!
We are many; we are informed )
And we've got your back.
Thats reality; This is now (the norm)
Categories:
gareth, age, beautiful, courage, encouraging,
Form: Rhyme
Wind and rain are back again
and now storm Gareth is to blame
Eighty mile per hour winds
blow down trees and rubbish bins
Up high in my penthouse apartment
living in the sky am I
It can be quite scary
It can be quite wild
Will I see the stars above
in the dark night sky
if storm Gareth rips my roof off
as he passes by
as he whirls
as he swirls
as he twirls
in the sky
Unable to sleep
quite scared am I
Then slowly storm Gareth moves on
I awake from my slumber
to find he has gone
Surveying the damage
pots strewn all around
I still have my roof on
no damage is found
The sun has now risen
The birds have now sung
All is calm as I wait
for a new day to come
Written 12th March 2019
Categories:
gareth, rain, storm, wind,
Form: Rhyme
I remember nineteen ninety six
like it was yesterday - the penalty
the way that Gareth kicked the ball and missed
I bet he never thought that day that he
would ever be back in the game again
his name engraved in Lions' hearts, their
lips aflame with songs of praise, and men
in waistcoat shops, and women swooning where
he might have been. You've got to love a man
who wears his pride so modestly, who's cute
who wears a new suit stylishly, who can
(if dream we dare) bring home the Cup to boot
If on that fateful day he'd walked away
we wouldn't be here, would we. Let us play.
© Gail Foster 11th July 2018
Categories:
gareth, courage, england, football, hero,
Form: Sonnet
Wide open sky, space
Twinkling and winking, alive
God's morse code, listen
For Gareth's contest--Thanks for the inspiration!!
Categories:
gareth, art, faith
Form: Haiku
Tanka, didn’t work for me you see.
Sorry for the wait, I’ve been as busy as a bee.
I see PD is getting a lot of praise
I’m confident, PD, it is not just a phase!
I had to wait to view some of your writes
I had little information, but I let you out of my sights
PD, I have recaptured my Soul today
Shoot me down if you want and have your say
I read your Haiku and it would be easy to hurt
But my friend, that time has gone, no more dirt.
I open my arms to embrace you true
Change of direction, writing about the colour blue
Blue is the colour of protection and the spirit
I give it to you, you can walk forever with it.
Poetry Destroyer IS the wrong name
Poetry Supporter is the correct term, but what a shame.
I wish you luck on you future hits
The day will come you will enter the grand old Ritz
So, the offer is there stands there my dear PD
Hit me hard, knock me out, send me to sea.
Is this the white flag, you tell me?
May be it is, lets wait and see.
Send me to the stocks or chain me up
Poetry police, long term i'll never give-up
Categories:
gareth, hopeme, me,
Form: Rhyme
For who is this poetry destroyer
A cop, but who else would employ her?
As she spies no end
No poet, she pretends
Vanilla ice in leopard skin fur.
You ask If I want mommies hug
wouldn’t that be nice, lovely and snug
You just want to hold me
Under that great oak tree
And kiss me on your picnic rug
You want the vultures to enjoy
My sweet flesh, is that your ploy?
Wanting to be them
Eyeing up my sweet gem
Tell the truth, you just want a toy boy
Well our future together would be bright
Injets, pens and cartridges in sight
You’d color me in
Goodness what a sin
As I would always do the best write
Hang up your gloves as your are weak
You are also classed as an antique
A low blow I know
Don’t cry, don’t go
You can come back with a new technique.
If I don’t hear from the poetry cop
I will know I have come out on top
Good bye little girl
Give us one more twirl
Now, this should be the final full stop (.)!
P.D, this is the first one ive done. Took me a while. Very good fun though. I kind of limit’s
the write.
Categories:
gareth, art, funny, love, motherme,
Form: Limerick