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MEN
Men come in many shapes and sizes;
Masquerade in different guises.
Some are short; some have great height.
Some are fat while some are slight.
Some are bald, some have long hair.
These things are neither here nor there.
Some men are rich and some are poor.
(You’re better with the ones with more)
Some, though reliable and true,
And loyal to you your whole life through,
Can bore you silly, drive you mad.
You only have to look at Dad.
But some are charming, witty too
And make you think there’s only you.
They’ll wine you, dine you, dance all night.
Tell you you’re their heart’s delight.
But though, my dear, men can be fun.
Take my advice; don’t marry one!
Note:
Having been writing poetry for almost seventy years I have finally got around to publishing my first book, a collection of humorous verse called “Laugh? …I Wish You Would”. It is an e-book available from Amazon. All the proceeds go to my local hospice.
Have You Published Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Line Gautier
I decided to try my hand at writing poetry
Not realising that the whole wide world would see
A poetic talent that I never knew I had
Until some kind folk they said that it wasn't bad
So I write about the things, that really interest me
Historical and humourous, rhyming poetry
I compose it, fine tune it and put it on display
And yes it does feel good, if I make someone's day .
And if people's interest's are similar to mine
Yes, it matters to them that they can find my work online
So when they are searching, for humour or history
I hope that in their search, that search points them to me.
Throughout the ages, poets used free verse and rhyme
Writing about life events occurring in their time
So that in the future people they will see
A colourful poetic record of our history
So I believe the answer, to question number three
Is that you can never have enough of decent poetry .
Written 2 October 2018.
For why would your poetic expression matter to others poetry contest.
Sponsored by Line Gautier.
Turn Away Dreams
Up late
Full of yawning
That was yesterday's dawning
This is now just on rewind repeat
How I hate the hours without sleep
Late mornings, later moonless shadowed nights
Unreasonable enchanted soured tasteless delights
Unyieldingly nightmares commanding attention
How I loved them once, adventure interventions
Was it thrice and so long ago
I just don't know
The fires used to be fanning embers burning
Now they're restless again emptied yearnings
I do them blind without question
I've spent all my dimes in past reflection
Face it, turn swift away
Age is now mere contemplation of the day
Playing with Line Gautier Face It
8/8/19
He dreamed he could fly on gossamer wings,
and understands now why the sparrow sings.
It all seemed so real he never thought twice,
that a joy like that would come with a price.
He thought to himself I'm living the dream,
but what are the costs that are left unseen?
Could the butterfly be dreaming of me,
or somebody else dreaming all three?
People walk around as if they were blind,
to refuse to see is the darkest kind!
Others wear glasses the color of rose,
and refuse to see in front of their nose.
Then there are a few that you can't believe,
who can make magic nothing up their sleeve.
The world is yours take it in your hand,
every empire will turn back to sand.
Every emperor that has been so far,
is now just a name they gave to a star.
This place they call Earth is a mystery,
so live your dreams and let your soul run free!
date:10/10/19
contest:Living The Dream
sponsor:Line Gautier
THE CAT, THE DOG, THE MOUSE AND THE RABBIT HUTC>/center>
When passing the pet shop window, I saw a wondrous sight.
The pets were having a party, far into the night.
The cat was smoking a home-made spliff she’d rolled between her paws;
The dog was sipping pink champagne and nibbling petit fours.
The pet mouse jived with the python, getting ever bolder;
Until she pulled a muscle, throwing him over her shoulder.
The doe, in a slinky cocktail dress and the buck in a silk tuxedo,
Slipped behind their rabbit hutch to exercise their libido.
The tortoises, though normally shy, had come right out of their shell
And took the floor in a slow waltz, which of course they did rather well.
They beckoned me to join them and we danced at a furious pace.
And then I awoke with a tickly nose; my cat was licking my face.
30th March 2020
Cheerful Rhyme Competition
Sponsor - Line Gautier
Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,
Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms
Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine
Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.
tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.
First daffodil maidens preen, bright faces so fair!
Chattering swallows check granite grey mortared mansion.
Duck naps snug, beak a chest --- gull floats overhead.
Longer days mean I must leave my snuggly, sleepy daze,
slightly more light; work energies reappear
poetry is laid aside in favour of trimming trees
seething solar heating sound, signals dimly smiling sun.
seed packets eagerly spread out – What to plant this season?
Suddenly, more bees aflight – our crops will be alright!
Another cycle begins!
1) Anthropomorphism 2) Simile 3) Metaphor 4) onomatopoeia
5)Synaesthesia 6) Personification 7) Sensory Imagery
8) Ellipsis 9) Homophone 10) Caesura 11) Pun
12) Alliteration 13) Rhetorical Question 14)Internal Rhyme
15) Truism
Written 20th August for Line Gautier Contest - A Litany of Poetic Devices
(after Théophile Gautier)
Carmen is sleek and slender, with a trace
of gypsy swarthiness around her eyes.
That sinister black hair engulfs her face.
There's something hellish in those slick brown thighs.
When women look at her, they call her plain,
but men surrender reason. Elle divirilise.
The Bishop of Toledo, now, is saying
a Mass for Carmen on stiff, painful knees.
About her amber neck a heavy twine
of thick, black hair coils downward, and it serves,
when she is in her alcove, nude, reclined,
as her voluptuous scarf, enhancing curves.
From that unblemished marble face explodes
the crimson-painted grin of a heartless winner.
behind one ear, her fleshy scarlet rose
has sucked the sap from souls of hopeless sinners.
With that bewitching shape, the morenita
outstrips with ease the pale society beauties.
Internal cruel geysers easily heat her
dark eyes, which force the fallen back to duty.
She has, within that vulgar, cheap allure
some acrid grains, some venomous sharp flecks
from Aphrodite's sea, from which The Whore
once squirmed, to castrate us all with sex.
EARLY TO RISE (COLLABORATION)
Early to bed and early to rise,
So my mother said,
Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.
So, come on, get out of bed.
Assumed if it rhymed it must be true,
So I rose from my bed full of pep.
Every day seemed exciting and new;
I walked with a spring in my step.
But now I’m getting past my prime,
I realize she told me lies.
I’ve never been wealthy, I can’t spare a dime
And I’m not remotely wise.
And as for my health, though not quite dead,
I’m permanently ailing.
My doctor says I should stay in bed;
He fears I may be failing.
So ignore advice to get up at dawn;
It won’t make you any stronger.
Just switch your alarm off, have a good yawn,
And lie-in a little bit longer
10th August 2019
For COLLABORATION contest
Sponsor Line Gautier