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Dustmen were dirty
Shoes had holes
Typewriters qwerty
Clothes were old
School was tough, kids were rough
Summers were always, quite cold
Three-day week
No power at night
Week after week another union strike
Nothing to do, so early to bed
Wake the next day to no loaves of bread
No central heating
Winters were freezing
No phone tweeting
Less coughing and sneezing
TV was great, watching films late
The Friday night Hammer, the best to see
British bulldog we played,
as gangs in the street
The shop round the corner,
had all the best sweets
And despite everything, when all’s said and done
The discontented decade was still lots of fun!
Back to school,
Back to classes,
The holiday is over,
Children are happy-sad,
Early to bed,
Refreshed and sound to arise,
New session, new scheme,
New session, new curriculum,
Teachers are back on their feet,
They are faced with the daunting task of strategizing,
Preparing lesson plans and notes,
Assessing and recording,
Dealing with students' misdemeanours,
It’s an uphill task,
Students are saddled with
assignments, projects and term papers,
They bury their heads in their books,
There’s a prize to obtain,
The bell chimes,
The rooms are empty,
The halls are deserted,
They’re back with their families,
It’s clockwork,
Until the term’s end.
August 24, 2022.
GONE FISHING
I’M A WORKAHOLIC WHAT YOU CALL IT OVERACHIEVING WANNA BE. I’M ADDICTED TO GOD AND HIS GOLDEN ROD SO I GET DOWN ON MY KNEE. I SWING A HAMMER UNTIL I DROP. I PLOW THE FIELD, BRING IN THAT CROP.
AND...
I BEEN WORKING DAY AND NIGHT, WITH A BETTER LIFE IN SIGHT. I’M TIRED OF A HOPING AND A WISHING, AND THE SIGN ON THE DOOR SAYS, “GONE FISHING”.
I DO THE WORK OF FIVE MEN, I GUESS IT’S JUST IN MY MAKE UP. I’M THE ONE THEY CALL WHEN THEY HAVE SOME SLACK THEY NEED TO TAKE UP. EARLY TO RISE AND EARLY TO BED, WHOEVER SAID THAT I THINK HE’S DEAD. AND LIKE I SAID...
I BEEN WORKING DAY AND NIGHT, WITH A BETTER LIFE IN SIGHT. I’M TIRED OF A HOPING AND A WISHING, AND THE SIGN ON THE DOOR SAYS,” GONE FISHING”.
I’VE BEEN WORKING ON MY PROBLEMS WITHOUT ANY LUCK. IT WOULD BE EASIER IN SNOWSHOES, RUNNING IN THE MUCK. SO, IF YOU’RE HEADING UPSTREAM WITHOUT A PADDLE, I WISH YOU WELL. IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR ADVICE THERE’S NOTHING I COULD TELL.
BECAUSE...
I’VE BEEN WORKNG DAY AND NIGHT, WITH A BETTER LIFE IN SIGHT. I’M TIRED OF A HOPJNG AND A WISHING, AND THE SIGN ON THE DOOR SAYS,” GONE FISHING”.
The thing about you and me babe
We're like two peas in a pod
You go to work every morning
I stay at home with no job
But don't worry that's okay
Somehow we'll both survive
I'll take care of the business
You do your 9 to 5
Oh, I almost forgot the kid next door
Says he's going to do the lawn
Could you leave some money for him this time
It's embarrassing when I have none
I see that bothers you but that's okay
You do the best you can
You only let it happen once
And I'm an understanding man
Of course when it comes down to it
It's hard to get much done really
With so much action going on
The daytime soaps on T.V.
So you run along now and have fun
The rent is due next week
And we don't want the landlord throwing us
Out in the middle of the street
Later that day....
Honey, I know you've had a hard day at work
So I ordered us both something to go
If it's not too much trouble
Could you pick it up on your way home
You know I know what you like
It's your favorite Chinese
There's really no need to thank me
I'm just here to please
And don't worry after dinner
I'll clean up the mess
Certainly can't be having you
Worry your pretty little head
You can just sit back and relax
Take time to unwind
In fact the trash will be here in the morning
You and I need some snuggle time
There's a good game on the tube
Or maybe go early to bed
So you'll be all fresh in the morning
To get up and do it all over again
Mr Nobody
Mr. Nobody is the one who did it,
Guilty as charged of accused crime.
Incredulous innocence looks on his face,
Mr. Nobody was culprit time after time.
It wasn’t me cried Mr Nobody,
Why am I always to blame?
Mother had eyes in the back of her head,
She knows perpetrators name.
Our house had several Mr Nobody’s,
No need of reproach or scold.
Who was the offender this time?
Two paces forward brave and bold.
Occasionally I was Mr Nobody,
Though cried my innocence in disbelief.
As the eldest often copped a clip,
Even when the youngest was thief.
Mr Nobody again screamed Mother,
All up the stairs now, early to bed.
Ignited by short tempered fuse,
It wasn’t me; it was my brother instead.
Today I found my long lost Pet Rock
You know, the one from the 70's
I was sure years ago I'd lost him for good
Go ahead, ask if I'm happy
I found him on the side of the road
Just relaxing at doing nothing
I guess without me in his life
He was major bored or something
I picked him up and we both hugged
It was a very emotional moment
I know what your thinking to yourself
Kinda brings a tear to your eye now don't it
After exchanging the usual pleasantries
I placed him in a kerchief of silken lining
If I didn't tell you I skipped all the way home
You know I would be lying
Getting back to the house all tuckered out
We went early to bed
I fluffed a pillow up just enough
So Buddy could lay his weary head
I can't tell you how good it feels right now
To have my Pet Rock back home with me
At last my life can get back into
A mode of normalcy
Wait....You didn't honestly think I would end it here did you?
When we woke up early the next morning
I poured Buddy a bowl Fruity Pebbles
He looked at me rather strangely
As if questioning, what do you think I'm some sort of cannibal?
After that little speed bump in our relationship
To get our friendship back on track
I suggested we go somewhere special
Buddy suggested we take a nap
I'd forgotten after all these years
How much he liked to lay around
Guess nothing much has changed
On this, his side of Gravel town
Buddy and I do everything together
My Love for this rock, can't get out of my head
Where my life was once filled with immeasurable sadness
Now overflows with loads of joy instead
That is until the day we went to the park
And he wanted to skip across the lake
At that point I realize
He and I might have made a grave mistake...
I've made a decision, a drastic solution
So I don’t have to make a New Year’s resolution
This year I’ve decided to become a nun…
My ‘habit’ will shield my head from the sun
I will resolve to join a silent order
Mother Superior will act as my warder
I’ll give up chocolate and drinking and smoking
Hey poetry souper’s, you know I’m just joking!
For many years I have not celebrated New Year
So whilst others party and whoop and they cheer
I’ll wear my flannel gown and go early to bed
There I’ll write poems until sleep fills my head
Good luck if you give up drinking or start a diet
On New Year’s resolutions I resolve to stay quiet!
Happy New Year to everyone at poetry soup
Enjoy your holiday and in 2018 we’ll regroup
Update for New Year Contest
Sponsored by Janice Canerdy
12~22~15
Biology TED talk, Ken Burns WWII
Multiple choice plus open response =
Teacher cares, out there among the English
Mathematics, fractions to imaginary i
Anything can happen any time, I mean
Mass killing--public school, movie theater,
Post office when every mother wears a gun
Yet happiness permeates like CO2 + sunlight
Photosynthesis + electricity = burning bush
Hot tea, hot shower pleasure perfect rest
Early to bed, no more lies, complexity
Poetry about history, i.e. Wolfowitz
As for non-fiction, most things qualify to know
Astrobiology, search for LUCA, FLO
Minerals on Titan, organisms on Enceladus
Divination on Iapetus, peace on Earth and Tethys
Volcanoes and tsunamis, Big Red One and Private Ryan
Don't stay up late, take your vitamins
Sin and crime being nothing more than
Mental malaise, imbalance. Love and compromise
Tolerance, practice worksheets, brilliance
Prejudice and superstition, Tha's a wrap
Nothin doin, ain't gonna happen, freedom's when
Yes is mostly a blessing and No is always an option
I roning clothes – I love that job. Oh, my gosh!
L aundering them first is another one
O f numerous chores that let me wash
V arious things. Wash this or that. How fun!
E ven pots and pans! I must say . . .
H ow much more pleasure can there even be?
O n my hands and knees most of the day
U sing so much zeal makes me feel so free.
S uch a good place to be in mind and soul.
E very day I search for things that I can dust.
W ithout things to wipe off, what might be my role?
O ven cleaning. What joy! Mopping – a must!
R are are nights that early to bed I go.
K eeping up chores, I sing Heigh Ho Heigh Ho!
Sept. 6, 2021
Acrostic sonnet for Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
November comes down gliding on filmy wings,
Bringing cool and dank days on her way
Sweet it is to watch the spectacular changes she brings
In a medley of colors, plants and trees proudly stay
Earth puts on a finery no other season can beat
In glinting flashes, the land and sky look so bright
The delectable pumpkin pie is the season’s favorite treat
As the day advances sunbeams fall in sparks of light
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Early mornings come covered in snowy mist
Soon leaves nose dive and mournfully weep
The fallen leaves tremulously cry under our feet
As their last goodbye before they finally fall asleep
Evenings turn colorful with sinking sunlight, bleeding red
Squirrels chatter noisily as they gather nuts in the wild
As autumn tightens its grip, men retire early to bed
Wind blows all through the month with a temper mild
Soon the air turns chilly with blizzards coming in a row
And winter waits impatient for its icy-cold embrace.
The land will then be covered in a maze of snow.
Even the last flower shall fall and fade from earth’s face
The fallen dead leaves lying in piles and rotting away
And the sound of wind whistling the dirge of November
Bring to me the thought that we must all take leave one day
Down on earth, fall and rot, thus be fodder for new life ever!
Nov.13.2022
~ Placed First~
November or December Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Caren Krutsinger