Ben,our springer,brown & white
Was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
Causing us to part with fifty quid.
He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs
Forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would become
This stress-filled harum-scarum.
A sporting dog,much too inbred
So to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
Engraved upon all our yesteryears.
Categories:
lino, dog, pets,
Form: Rhyme
Ben,our springer,brown & white
Was our teen-daughter's delight;
Bred by the famous Shand-Kydd
Causing us to part with fifty quid.
He soon grew,chewing lino & chairs
Forever racing up our stairs;
We'd no idea what he would become
This stress-filled harum-scarum.
A sporting dog,much too inbred
So to the vet,our footsteps led;
A day so filled with tears,
Engraved upon all our yesteryears.
Soon, we were given Bess
Collie-cross,black & white,no less;
Perfect in temperament,ready to please
Walking her,my mind at ease.
Each night to her bean bag she crept
In the kitchen , cosy,she slept;
Welcomed all with wagging tail
Without faults,she could not fail.
A pet no one would ever trade
Her memory now in cross-stitch made;
Loyalty of the lasting,loving kind
No replacement,were we to find.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2008
Categories:
lino, nostalgia, pets, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
I reminisce I miss
winter mornings waking up;
ice on windows
inside;
creating patterns;
ferns and trees
freshly etched works of art
on panes of glass.
The vapor of my breathing
showing in the cold air.
Reaching out,
touching curtains;
the room so cold, so damp,
that they were frozen;
like cardboard replicas of curtains.
A desperate dash
Down a dark, cold corridor
to the bathroom:
bare feet against the frigid lino floor
bracing; as my bottom lands
on ice-cold plastic seat.
Later, the morning ritual;
the lighting of the lonely fire that heats the home.
Rolled up newspaper kindling
striving to spark life
into resisting lumps
of damp black rock.
Briefly, the fire would roar,
only to subside;
and roar, subside, and roar again,
then; signs of life;
flames licking at the edges of the coal,
taking hold;
allowing gradual warmth
to permeate at least one room
of our damp, desolate house.
A gust of wind
down the chimney
fills the room with acrid smoke
competing
with mother's first cigarette of the day.
Do
I reminisce I miss?
I REMINISCE I MISS Poetry Contest, placed 2nd
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
Date wrote: 10-04-2021
Categories:
lino, memory,
Form: Free verse
Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat
A collar for colour and leash for pastiche
With a tale in his tail as he jiggles and wiggles
The flag half white with delight and bright as the light
Green shadows for meadows and jolly as jelly
The grand creature roars extra on demand as a feature
‘I am the Lord in the fort and mojo of play dough
Patrician magician and seal your appeal
Applause from my paws will guard in the land of the bard’
Dino looks like a rhino or bear in despair
A clown with a crown or ovoid on steroids
Mussel with tussles or dragon that fell of the waggon
‘When I’m older and bolder my fire won’t tire
Blow fumes in my plumes and breathe off at ease
Enlarge small into tall protect Daddy from baddies’
‘The rhyme is past bedtime one last lullaby sweetie pie
Happy dreams no monster screams rest snug little slug’
‘Love you Daddy Paddy let’s have dinosaur scales for breakfast in Wales’
16th June 2019
(The Welsh Flag is a red dragon on a half green and half white background)
Categories:
lino, child,
Form: Rhyme
Fido
I took Fido out for a walk
I knew that the neighbours would talk
His ears stood up proud
His breathing was loud
And his teeth were like big lumps of chalk
I bought Fido only last week
From a bloke I met down by the creek
Although he's quite massive
He’s ever so passive
And even with cats he’s quite meek
I tied him up outside a shop
He got in a bit of a strop
He pulled on his rope
The shop couldn’t cope
And collapsed on an off duty cop
I walked Fido down past the school
Why are kids always so cruel
One dunderhead chided
‘That thing should be rided’
You can’t educate a damned fool
We called on the mother in law
He piddled all over her floor
She mopped up her Lino
Said, ‘There’s one thing I know,
A dairy cow couldn’t pee more.’
I left feeling guilty of course
Saying Fido was full of remorse
‘Fido!’ She said,
‘You’ve been misled,’
And, ‘That’s a strange name for a horse.’
Categories:
lino, animal, dog, humorous, pets,
Form: Rhyme
S-ee
H-ow
I-lluminate
R-ays
L-ikely
E-ndorse
Y-our
L-oveliness
I-n
N-ew
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Shirley E. Lino(September 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
lino, birthday,
Form: Acrostic
A flea in a bag is not akin to a farmers market on a window sill but wide angled mirrors breathe many a basket bomb into a woven template if a footstool. Perching by a bathroom crevasse one ponders the many insecurities of a passing flying snail. For to shell is not to show. And shelter is decorated in a mindfully placed swirl. Bracket not a bucket. And brake no gear. It is an impossible wonder of a mile long coin that enters the golden highway at a junction aforementioned in a style magazine. Oh fabulous the floors will be nice and clean today for the mops are arriving in great multitude on many landing strips of lino,carpet, and laminate flooring too. A pretty cat sighs. For intrusive interrupted snoozing is not pleasant for a snoring meow. But mowing an eleven acre lawn is best performed with a five centimetre pair of scissors. Hahahahah silvery shrouds seeking secrecy hahahahaha moon painted boil xxxxx fastidiousness Z
Categories:
lino, beautiful,
Form: I do not know?
A sign saying “Mr Elaborate lives here”,
Covered the decrepit wooden door.
It was written in Gothic, on an old piece of black lino,
Ripped up from the floor.
He’d lived there all our lives in that crippled little house with
Black windows, tall steps and grey walls.
Inside he toiled making elaborate things,
Like the dinosaur from balloons sized golf balls.
Its teeth were white, with the deepest blue eyes,and
Grey arms and legs, a spotty sort of back.
Elaborate mechanics made it move,
And you’d swear it saw you as a snack.
Or the elaborate chocolate ice cream making machine,
It made ice cream from thin air.
It worked in the middle of summer without any batteries,
It made ice cream everywhere.
His last elaborate project was some sort of
Whiz bang time travelling piece of machine.
We haven’t heard from him for a week now,
No one knows where he is, he just hasn’t been seen.
Categories:
lino, childhood, fun, funny, humor,
Form: Rhyme
I remember the smell of the polish
The hissing of steam from the pots
The songs on the radio playing
And my nose dripping with snot
Mum would grab me and wipe it
With a dexterity practised before
Leaving my nose like a beacon
Me screeching as I went out the door
My older sisters were singing
As they , the house chores fulfilled
The sun cut a beam through the window
And there on the Lino it spilled
Dust particles in its light they floated
Not seen when its power was gone
Yet they danced to the radio music
As the sun through the window it shone
These days are now but a memory
But oh what a treasure they are
Nothing I have can replace them
Neither jewel nor silver nor car
Categories:
lino, childhood, family, growing up,
Form: Free verse
(Sundays)
Each street sounded of
Lawn mowers, laughter, bicycles and bells
The odd car being revved up
And oh my! The heavenly smells
Each towns aroma was roast beef
Gravy and yorkie puds
When hungry tummies with baited breaths
Sneaked to the shops for sweets and other forbidden goods
Latch dogs roamed free in packs or joined in with us kids
Depositing delights, creating awful smelly skids
Ken Dod and his Diddy men, duster in his hand
'isn't it a nice day!' as he skipped through Diddy land
'eat up all your Brussels now!'
What a ruddy shame
That dog hates them as much as me
Traitor! Should be his name
Sneak off down the brick fields for some fun a fight or swim
Come home filthy and lie
About 'where on earth you've been?'
Four in a bath to stew and wash each others backs
Waters at a shortage now, unlike the dreaded smacks
Off to bed cross Lino floor to reach the bottom bunk
Can't wait to grow up now
And be a rebellious punk
Categories:
lino, childhood, nostalgia,
Form: Imagism
Despite my complaints there was some merit
In being sent away to my uncles farm
Summers of drudgery, begun with play
First night the pungent grass under the due
Excited me. A clean day to explore!
The cattle, oldest friends from last summer
Swank and Shep who still obeyed our commands!
Might we see the Apaches in the hills?
Weeks passed in the kitchen, the clock ticking
Uncle puffed his pipe and I paced the floor
I sang, ‘I wanna go home’. Uncle smiled
‘Their two hardy chaps’, the neighbour would say
‘And tomorrow we’ll be thinning turnips’
Uncle laughed as he spat on the lino.
Categories:
lino, childhood
Form: Sonnet