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(enjoy the puns)
I happen to be a busy bee
always racing with time
since time how it flies for busy bees
Ah wish I could just lasso it
like a cowboy does his horse
and thereby bring it to a standstill!
And if I don't waste this valuable Time
I think I could buy me some extra time
For time is money it's said
Ah wish I could just catch it
in a nook or a noose
as it flies by at will.
For at this rate the clock is ticking by
like some never exploding time-bomb
while I'm forever running out of time
so I wonder then how still
others just take their time
or be killing time coz they've time to kill!
For I can't be killing this precious time
I don't have any spare time on my hands
And it is but challenging to make a chum
out of that swinging pendulum
Time is racing, it's outpacing
For me it seems time has never stood still.
Thus I'll merely have to resign to the fact
that I could never ever tie down mr. Time
for time and tide have waited for none
It's never going to cease, that monotonous chime
even when ceases to pen, a poet's quill
If the battery in thy clock stops
other clocks would be working timely still
So if you lag behind and don't make it in time
you can be sure there are others who will.
So I better let my time-old
venerable grandfather clock
go on with its carefree
dutiful but devil-may-care tick tock
Yah, let the time do the talk
and still tell it it's simply brill!
Professor Abdul Kalam the luminous brilliant star
I pay homage to you from here in Dar
Great brill scientist in the field of Aerospace
A noble man with an intellectual mien and grace
Aeronautics and more were his speciality wow!
He's referred to as India's best known nucleur Scientist.
An inventive mind has passed away now
Lets celebrate and commemorate a great catalyst
He did India proud and did a lot for her
All Indians who know him will concur
Elected as her great President as well
Sad now to bid him adieus and farewell
Yay, the Indian soil has now a brilliant hero in her bosom indeed
I adoringly salute this great man of my race and my creed.
When a scientist dies it is a great loss for us all
May God raise more like him after his inevitable fall
But he can now repose in heaven's lap
On earth though he has left a mighty gap.
God I believe, loves those who utilise His gift of brains
Meditation releases us from earthly fetters and chains
Science and learning works your mind ; the brain needs exercise too
So I thank God for scientists , for scientific minds
That help to illuminate and enlighten this world, for me and you.
“Gaun an bile yer heid” he bawled oot,
As he stood in the middle o the cobbled street.
Tae nae yin in particular.
Did he vent his anger.
Fu as a whaulk he staggered and swayed
Wan pin rooted tae the graun,
Ither yin moved like a dervish,
Gaun naewhaur fast.
He should of been hame
Wi his wifie and weans
But naw he insisted
Wi a wee refreshment wi his pals.
Jist a hauf an a hauf an a wee blether
Pittin the world tae rights.
But man the craik was brill that nicht
Whit a pity it ended in a fecht.
Nothing though like the fecht
He wid huv when at home.
His wifie stood livid at the door
Tears a dripping ontae the floor
Weans moaning and bawling
Nae dinner again old mans supping fu.
Setterday nicht in Glasga toon
Lying sprawled an fu unner the moon,
©Andrew P McIntyre 2015-05-28.
Jesus here invites His disciples to travel
right across the other side of the sea
in a fishing boat where a storm arose
this was a great storm, as the disciples agreed
The waves were filling the boat
Jesus' disciples were showing great fear
even accusing Jesus of not caring
for the Lord was asleep, as if He didn't hear
Jesus awoke and questioned their lack of faith
then He spoke to the sea, " Peace, be still"
the wind ceased, bringing great calm
showing Jesus ruled over storms, so brill
Now today Jesus has this same control
whatever storm you are having to face
He can intervene in your life
calming your storm by His grace
Do you have faith to believe He can?
be not like the disciples who were afraid
believe in the Lord Jesus and His love
for He died for your sins, the price He paid
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Come why not to the summertime hop
Movin’ n’ groovin’ dancers everywhere
Wearing flowers in their hair.
Summertime, summertime, summertime bop
Boppin’ around the clock till one drops
Swingin’ and swayin’ havin’ a great time
Until midnight chimes.
For young hearts it’s a brill time
To bop away all day
Summertime’s a dreamtime
For gathering friends along the way.
Boy meets girl and girl meets boy
As billowin’ breeze blows
Romance fills the air
As the summertime flows.
On your feet, to the beat, dance in the street
Give it all you have got
Rotate those hips, do the jive and the twist
Maybe try a fox trot.
For that’s summertime
Yes that’s summertime
That’s the summertime bop.
The steep steps go down
the winding wash,
along the plodded cobbles
between the cottages
with their smuggling hollows,
their sleet rinsed eaves.
Beyond the scarp
the bay tumbles over
shingle, shale, and scree
to a shore and its contesting tide.
Above my flying coat,
the huddled village
bobs and floats in a flooding cloud.
I could throw a stick
at the sea here
and the wind, like a dog
would fetch it,
elemental voices
return from the deep.
Now a chopping fray,
squabbles at a brim where
flurries of tern and guillemot
trawl for brill;
a pell-mell of light
roiling on a harrying spray.
Today, I allow myself to fail
here at the surging squall,
and crashing crests;
to lapse and founder -
to be redone in the one gulp
of self.
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This one was written a pretty long time ago,
but recently fiddled with.
I was floating on water deep under the sea
Cold sun rays shone down I felt hot and quivery
A mermaid walked by with different sized legs
The battered dressed cod showed off his new kegs.
A bald octopus so furry, you could not see its eyes
The catfish all gathered and barked in surprise
The crabs running frantic sat perfectly still
Whales groaning their songs, laughed it was brill.
I started to feel well so went to the doctor
His name Davy Jones at top down at the locker
He told me I was dead; I felt so alive
We danced in the moonlight that morning at five.
Written 10th September 2021
For The Nonsense Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsored By Charles Messini
My dearest wife, you are my chief, you guide with natural ease,
You’re wonderful to live with, and you always aim to please.
What can I say? You’re brill, you’re fab, you are my guiding star,
However, I must admit, I’m a better chef by far.
My dearest wife, my glamorous assistant who sparkles all the time,
We’ll enjoy a drink tonight – gin for you and I’ll be on the wine.
You brighten up my day, you always make me smile,
Being married to you makes life even more worthwhile.
My dearest wife, I’m the joker in the pack, and you are certainly the ace,
I drive you so mad at times, you’ll want to slap my face.
We never go on a date night because we’re always skint,
I’m happy regardless as being with you is mint.
It's only half way through year
and summers not been too brill
we think it'll soon be over
our thoughts move over the hill
As the cold winds start coming
then yesterday's sun has gone down
the temperatures will get lower
in the country as well as in town
So the ultimate will have come
brrr brrr frost yea him Jack Frost
with a nasty sting in his tail
those early morns you'll pay the cost
You feel your fingertips go numb
can't get them warm at all
even wooly gloves don't effect
just like you're a stuffed doll
At least frost cures the colds
keeps nose clear away from bugs
so we'll get wrapped up ready for Jack
keep close together giving plenty hugs
( I know its spring in UK but just thoughts on looking back on winter)
God indeed is fully almighty
this characteristic is just one
of the many that describe God
to name them all we'd never be done
God is so completely powerful
He can make anything to appear
if it doesn't it's better not to
for His wisdom's sure and so clear
God can overcome all obstacles
for His brain is so mightily perfect
He reads ahead of everyone's plan
knowing what to do simply select
God fills all things to His perfection
the requirements are His to make good
He reads from an eternal perspective
seeing so to be divinely understood
God is absolutely mighty always
there's never a time that He's wrong
no matter what or who fights against us
El Shaddai God almighty forever strong
(my wife Christine and I love this song by Amy Grant so thought I would write a poem centred on the title, meaning God Almighty.
listen to youtube clip which also includes Amy Grant's brill song 'Thy Word'' https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QoOc5QLVHk0
God bless you all.)