JOTTINGS
Folded paper and scribbled notes
Mutterings of my cluttered mind
Things to do I hope to remember
The memory club, I’m a member
If not, then that’s why I will find
Ideas are sheep, words are goats
Jottings serve as an aide-memoire
Notes to self, so that I won’t forget
Phone numbers or reference codes
My brain cannot handle such loads
I haven’t sorted through them yet
Mental logbooks can only go so far
A thought is ethereal, like vapour
If written, it serves as an anchor
Words can be both meat and rind
Helpful, especially if underlined
Minds turn slow, like an oil tanker
That’s why I get it down on paper
Categories:
jottings, writing,
Form: Rhyme
Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep
In avian society talk is cheep
**
A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard
Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’
**
The police came along and I’m locked up with felons
But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons
**
My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer
The thing is, she’s batty, the geriatric, old duffer
Categories:
jottings, humorous,
Form: Couplet
I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom?
He said where the hell is that stink from?
My dog cocked his leg
We smelt rotten egg
Because he had eaten my stink bomb
*
My cat swallowed my whoopy cushion
He can’t get it out but keeps pushin’
But each time he squeezes
He makes noisy breezes
My mum holds her nose and keeps shushin’
*
They stroll the prom in their best finery
Some stop for alfresco China tea
Silly, not brave
With one big wave...
They look like they’ve come from a winery
*
She gracefully ambled the prom
I’m sure somewhere posh she was from
She patted my dog
Who ‘issued a log’
She left with a lot less aplomb
Categories:
jottings, cat, dog, humorous, ocean,
Form: Limerick
in the dust
of
butterfly wings
short stories of
immortalised era,
a
type cast 'pigeion holed'.
a history
as well as an
entertainment,written
to realise
the wherewithal
to float longer indulgences thus
they become
a truer appraisal of giftings
and motifs of manners
described in the prose
Categories:
jottings, writing,
Form: Ekphrasis
A laptop waits in its black nest.
I consider not writing anything,
ignoring the blood deep voices.
I wish I had a few ending words
to write, completing one story
and the beginning first lines of another.
If I look away, distract myself,
voices might remain un-excavated.
This house of windows and keys
may stay shut, silence pound
on windows
I can no longer open.
Categories:
jottings, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Under the pale pink rose trellis
Rose blossoms rained down
The scent is awesome from petals
There upon the ground
There is a new neighbor
On this country road
For I saw him check out
Cedar cabin abode
Mockingbird did not like him
And tried to chase him away
Never heard such chirping
As the two did display
Categories:
jottings, nature,
Form: Rhyme
1. I am a poetry book. My title is "Jottings"
2. This book contains many chapters dealing with those things
in which I bask, meaning, the things that brighten my life.
This book includes my reflection on life and love,
recollections of happy times, humorous things,
my family, pets and grandkids.
3. My favorite poem in my Poetry Book is the Intro poem.
It's in senryu form and it reads as follows:
Jottings
tatty old notebook
sonnets scribbled in pencil
hopefully some gems
' I am a poetry book' contest
Categories:
jottings, on writing and wordshumorous,
Form: Senryu
there was a tree rose
piercing me and killing me, I thought
it was cheating on me after the sunset
when moon was walking alone
you know what is love
we think different things at the same time
but we are always alone, you do not think,
I think about my god, saying a prayer
to unknow him or keep him alive
he has a debt to pay me back because
I created him what cosmologist would
say was an accident
somebody comes with a strange version
I say, a transgender was also entitled
for his or hers right to love, may be
marrying a deity one day and have free sex
what were you saying about the bait, now
a hapless buffalo will be tied with a rope
put up on a rough terrain to invite the
lion to pounce and make a kill for the benefit of visitors
I am perplexed, do not want to talk,
will watch the moon again, sailing
silently across the blue starry sky
throwing the shadow of dew on my eyes.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
jottings, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?