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On the starting grid for the zimmer frame races
Ready to put themselves through their paces
No cheating girls - don’t go tying shoelaces
Or there will be embarrassed red faces
Lined up on the starting grid
Prize is a cuppa and a quid
ON YOUR MARKS..
GET SET
GO SLOWWWWWWWWWW
But off like rockets charge Ethel and Flo
Wheel to wheel at the very first corner
Ethel cuts in - she should have warned her
Flo gives her a knowing look
No cheating Ethel – you’ll get a right hook
They cross the line together - I’m glad I didn’t bet
Sandwiches, cake and tea is all ready and set
Best of friends they sit and enjoy a chatter
Who’s first past the winning post – it really doesn’t matter!
16TH April 2015
Anacondas crush to pieces
Bisons sport long shaggy hair
Cheetahs are the fastest species
Dolphins leap into the air
Elephants have large incisors
Fennec foxes, ears like Spock
Great white sharks unnerve the divers
Hyenas are laughing stock
Indris is a type of monkey
Jaguars are fast and strong
Kangaroos are tall and clunky
Llamas' necks are rather long
Mandrills have red-bottomed features
Newts can grow an extra limb
Ostriches are speedy creatures
Polar bears just love to swim
Quetzels are ablaze with colour
Rattlesnakes subdue their prey
Sloths show life could not be duller
Tawny owls sleep through the day
Uakaris have red faces
Vultures scavenge on the go
Wild boar live in diverse places
X-ray tetra brightly glow
Yaks lock horns when in a fight
Zebras' coats are black and white
Now you'll know just who is who
When you visit London zoo.
22.02.20
Abecedarian Contest Poetry Contest - sponsor Caren Krutsinger
Abc Contest Poetry Contest - sponsored by Allright Poet
On my two year anniversary
a new verse too read
canny words set free
doctor said you need
Apples nutritious
And grapes with pips in
Cables that trip us
And drapes for peeping
At sights kept hidden
Affairs and lovers
Secret keeping
Shared with others
Handsome ransom
at mind not money
I’m often random
and it’s not funny
Crabs go sideways
until the sea sweeps them
eyes open up wide
at bikinis let peeking
as the waves go by us
and I do a wee
sunburnt red faces
smiling at me
soaking up the sunshine
a day at the beach
sunburnt tan lines
an apple or peach
bottom as my trunks fill
bobbing along
smooth like a wheel
singing a song
summer days
sand in your crease
lovely brown glaze
attacked by geese
some sit on a nudist
seemingly happy
fun this rude is
until towel slaps me
a towel you then lay
warm sand feels marvelous
face down drift away
part of us hardenous
it's okay on the sand
where no one can see
it's gone and you stand
an outline there be
They say be your own
I say who are they
Facts can’t be known
I say hip hooray
Hip hip hooray I mean
keep it original
Sit to see if seen
cliche when critical
I think this has run its course
A furlong too long
from a drunk drinking horse
So long so long and on
I pee when I say goodbye
see that magic
auf wiedersehen goodbye
puns tragic
Taliban crossing the Mediterranean
breeding with Italians and Albanians
Italibans and Talbanians
talented puns
Gone now is all reason,
as if she needed any more
A princess awakens lonely,
just like in days of yore
Her prince left much earlier,
through a gargoyled secret door,
Its passage led to lower levels,
walls curved round toward
Gone now is all reason,
as if she needed any more
The stable lad followed him,
and came back covered in straw
No idea how he got there,
she turned to face the floor
And as her gait grew longer,
ghostly figures start to show
Gone now is all reason,
as if she needed any more,
The kids lay in bed ailing,
red faces appeared galore
Instead of firing the embers,
she powdered up her nose
Children rolled on hills outside,
taking turns as well as goes
Gone now is all reason,
as if she needed any more
The butler cried silently,
for he knew each of their flaws
As the princess regained her poise,
the prince came out all gay
Reading the paper smiling,
“I see war’s declared today”
In the end there is no reason,
makes more sense anyway
Fresh eggs taste best for breakfast,
when the rooster’s on a tray
They all sat down and mimed,
no one dared give the game away
When masquerades seem over,
charades are simpler to play
Here he smiles and there's such joy again!
Blue balloons and red; faces at the windowpane.
Now a green one, then a brown;
With his orange hair, why, he's a clown!
Sunrise yellows, pinks and purple;
Vivid colors attract little people
Each summer day without rain;
Every summer in the lane.
Footsteps follow him through marigold
As they did in the days of old.
"The Balloon Man is come! The Balloon Man!" all cry,
When sun greets a morning sky.
And return with many merry balloons,
And memories of golden afternoons;
As the clock ticks off happy hours
So gay, like little flowers.
The Balloon Man of sunrise days,
Is happiest when a child plays.
Such a red nose, why, he's a clown!
Much laughter 'til the lights go down.
Apache, the Ndee, "the people" of Arizona and other States
Blackfoot, the Siksika, whose painted red faces we can relate
Cheyenne, the Tsitsistas, meaning relatives of the Cree
Dakota Sioux, the Dakota, meaning little snakes in Ojibwe
Euchee, or Yuchi, are the "children of the sun"
Fox, the Meskwaki, eventually native to Wisconsin
Gros Ventre, strangely named "big belly" by the French
Huron, with their above allies left many a tribe wrenched
Inuit, the Eskimo, this tribe with the snow
Juaneño, from the Sunshine State around Orange and San Diego
Kickapoo, with their linguistic code, unique called "whistle speech"
Lakota, like the Dakota, speak with similar tongues they teach
Mohawk, "People of the Flint" from upstate New York
Navajo, is now the most spoken, where extinction has not gone berserk
Ottawa, "the traders" their name lives on in their City
Potawatomi, "fire keepers" one hundred speakers, my hearts in pity
Qwulhhwaipum, "the prairie people from beyond the mountain range"
Ryawas, by the Missouri River where they no longer reign
Shawnee, meaning "southerner" were are far ranging tribe
Tonkawa, "they keep together" but only a few still reside
Ute, of Colorado and Salt Lake valley fame
Victorious the ones who remain to this day, whilst the V has no name
Wiyot, and its last native speaker, died in 1962
X, xenophobic they would be, to the ancestors of me and you
Yavapai, from Arizona, are the "people of the sun"
Zuni, like all the tribes above, fell victim to the white mans gun
.
The True American.
Two cowboys hungry and exhausted
weren't ready to challenge the canyons ahead;
one complained, " We need water! " The other yelled,
" We must be vigilant and alert,
we need sleep! " Indians are treacherous and wild! "
They wait for us towards sunset! "
" I agree," The one with ginger hair streaked with some gray
said. " It's unwise to ride in the dark! "
And reaching for their bags, they exchanged, " Goodnight "
and laying on large blankets, they snored away.
" John, wake up! I hear noises! " Billy whispered
with trembling in his young voice,
but He replied," A cowboy shouldn't be afraid
of anything but of those crazy Sioux with painted, red faces! "
" There are canyons ahead of us, danger
won't stalk our journey to California and it is a long ride indeed! "
" Billy, forget all the fright, get some sleep! "
He nodded, but with a doubtful look, he wished something on a star.
people who are dead set on a political candidate
but cannot come up with a single reason
but get furious with red faces if you do not believe
are irritating to me, and I think brainwashed
there is a notorious TV station that I believe has subliminal clips
a station that has been brainwashing these people
day after day after day
making them believe in this character
a character without any agenda except hate
a misogynist bully who puts down everybody
a man who does not pay the little guy
who weasels out of it claiming bankruptcy
people who are dead set on this guy
do not know his agenda
because he does not have one
I fear America is not getting great.
It is getting silly
propaganda by subliminal clips
telling people who to vote for
I wish the TV sets would go down for three months
A cacophony of sounds, all jumbled together
Random notes, dissonance everywhere
Violin bows saw the air lazily, effortlessly
Then furiously, chins pressed hard to instruments
Flautists' lips wistfully poised above the holes
In a flash, diving deep into spritely melodies
Trombonists' brass bars sliding outward, then back inward
Deep tones scale upward, peak, descend again
Trumpeters' cheeks bulge outward, double-chins aflame
Beet-red faces, fingers marching, horns tootling
Cymbals clang and clash! Drums beat and boom!
Clarinets clamor... A cello... An oboe... The conductor's in slow-mo.
All this, prelude to a performance quite grand
To the concert forthcoming -- Strike up the band!
They always said I was "special" or useless,
full of excuses, slow to learn but my wit had a quickness,
so I decided to embrace my uniqueness,
and look at me now leaving people speechless.
They challenge me and their ego decreases,
they think I'm an easy target all blonde and simple,
but I can tie laces and pull down bridges,
leaving red faces on all those people.
I'm just a nuisance that you cannot silence,
it's just the written word it's not acts of violence,
offensive, I've mastered the art of deliverance,
I went from special needs to the rank of brilliance.
I'm an example of how evolution is impossible to prevent,
I don't have a need for revolution, I don't give up and reinvent.
I'm this generations arrival of something different,
and what that means is anything but insignificant.
It's just the basic nature of our creature,
the arrival, the stay and the retreat,
a rotation of stature and main feature,
allowing the old to take their seat.
I've realised that being different is a gift
able to move you above the competition.
It's a rare dynamic thought process that lifts
out a unique idea missed by everyone.
It's a natural advantage to protect from sabotage,
that has an exceptional outcome way above average.
I don't need to hide out of sight wearing camouflage,
I have the right tools and ambition to build my own bridge.
I write rhymes but it was never predicted,
people thought my brain was restricted,
I always allowed their insults to inflict,
listening to put downs meant my mind was tricked.
Then I stopped listening and my confidence lifted,
and found that being unique also means gifted.
Many remembered by history were not deemed ordinary,
I guess "the odd kid" grows into the extraordinary.
Creating their very own original story,
billions lived but they stay in the memory.
So, I guess, with a self belief that could be me,
and if not at least the illusion makes me happy.
POTD 29/3/2018