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I’ll never forget what’s her name;
That teacher who bored us to tears
Whose voice seemed to drone on and on
And lessons appeared to last years.
Her minuscule lacklustre eyes
Peered over a spectacled nose
No glimmer of passion in sight
No colourful facts to expose.
She reeled off the kings and the queens
The plight of Marie Antoinette,
Victorians, Tudors and wars
And all with a face firmly set.
I’ll never forget what’s her name
Oh how I was left uninspired.
It’s rumoured her smile first appeared
The day when at last she retired.
16.09.19
'I'll never forget what's her name contest' : sponsored by John Lawless
We’re here to remember you, Tony McDuff
Though most of us here knew you better as ‘Puff’
You’d take any challenge, no matter how rough
Alas your last struggle was simply too tough
That trusty old Harley you’d ride like the wind
Twas rumoured you’d nicked it from someone you skinned
A crime which upon you could never be pinned
Which upset the cops for you frequently sinned
But though you were rough and was frequently bad
And often described as a bit of a lad
All of us here will be equally sad
As you go to wreak havoc... in hell... with your dad
Two slugs removed by unscrupulous vets
They did what they could but they weren’t taking bets
But your lifetime of wounds without any regrets
Was finally lost to those damned cigarettes
For nobody knew as your voice became gruff
That it wasn’t the weed or the powdery stuff
See you real soon if we’re good-bad enough
So off you go Tony, off you go ‘Puff’
24 June 2019
For Funeral Service contest
Sponsored by Team Poetrysoup
No attempt at presumption... no prize required.
Charlie Norton has expanded
Ever since his work was seen
And favourably commended
By an Equerry to the Queen
He’s added Panto Dames instruction
With an optional modular course
For white faced clown technique
And lead end Panto Horse
This coupled with existing stuff
Has pushed his venture to the fore
And Charlie’s mind is working
On this and so much more
He’s been invited to the Palace
Where he had a spot of lunch
With Charlie Windsor and Camilla
And others of the royal bunch
The Prince’s trust approves
Of Charlie and his scheme
And opened him an off shoot
In deepest trendy Cheam
And it is rumoured seriously
That the Queen’s old man
Wants to learn to tap dance
In pumps and Coat of Astrakhan
Life is so exciting at Charlie’s
School of Armoured Acting Parts
And Charlie is considered
To be a man of many arts
It says By Appointment
Over the front door
Can any theatre school
Realty want for more
But not resting on his laurels
Charlie has a further plan
In providing correct training for
Portrayal of The Invisible Man
The Charlie Norton School;
Of Modern Theatrical Art
Can give your career
A high powered start
A centipede found its way into our home
My hairs stood on end for hours on end!
And while we tried learning about it on Google search,
in a dark and damp crevice it made its perch
All the cyber net did was to amplify my fears
It also yielded that our azure electric-blue vermin
was quite hot on the market
Making me wonder how people could fancy
such a nightmarish pet!
For this wasn't just any pest
This had hazardous venom
I fearfully wondered if they had
its antidote serum.
We couldn't just ignore
a pair of painful pincers on the loose
There wasn't way to rope those
like bull horns in a noose.
Here was a venomous predator
complete with stinging apparatus
Its bite portended pain
and complications humongous!
It did appear to have those rumoured hundred segments
but count scaredy me out from counting those myriad ligaments.
This insectivore when we tried then to shoo,
with lightning speed it zig-zagged out of view!
So now it lurks but we can't find it anywhere
and gosh its stingers triple their size in my nightmare!
besides leaving us with a proliferation scare.!
And but timid me thanked God once again
to my great relief how thoughtful of Him indeed
to create venomous creatures that inflict stinging pain
but atleast are unable to zoom in flying at us at flying speed! .
(a flyin scorpion, centipede wud have been far more terrifyin n dangerous eh) .
Rumoured to conduce a mine shaft abandoned
Reserve behind rural residential too steep to traverse
Sacred scope gazes at Gold Coast Grand Canyon
Struggle's reward - rugged mountain slope reimburse
Pull surges me along across rubble, rollerskate
Pursuit is overcome as corpse, nestle needs in casket
Ravine ripples rise in ellipse repeat reciprocate
Feathery ferns fed by felled black stump escarpment
Each easy attempt equates to triumph
Cognitive storage organise strong carpentry
Problems tandem with answers turn up
Every earnest try results in Taj Mahal mastery
Sovereign track conquest, ocean span colossal
Steeple reaches quiet, my climbing mind inseminates
Forest folds me into sheltered shaft, stone fossil
Grey gum coliseum deposits amber sap permanence
Sixth of May
Sacred Place
We decided to turn Paradise into real estate.
Trouble was, we weren’t too sure where to find it,
Though experts had located it somewhere
Slightly west or east (left or right, looking north)
Of a point midway between the Euphrates and the Nile.
According to some, it moved sideways a few inches each year.
Computer systems would relieve us of Adam’s curse,
Which many wanted back as soon as they had been relieved,
And Eve discarded more and more items of covering,
And everything (a forgivable exaggeration)
In the garden (the upkeep of which had to be paid for by taxpayers)
Was lovely (or at least pleasant enough for most).
The Devil, who no longer existed (save as a literary metaphor)
Had been extradited on a drugs smuggling charge
And was last seen heading north.
The Forbidden Tree had been cordoned off by
Security people and no serpents were allowed near.
One day we woke up to discover
That Paradise had absconded in the night.
The more sensational headlines read PARADISE LOST,
But this was watered down in a subsequent official press statement
to read PARADISE MISLAID.
As to its new location, even the pundits failed to agree
Whether and if so, by how much, it had moved left or right.
It was even rumoured that the Devil
Had bribed the Angel at the Gate
and infiltrated the Intelligence Service.
The Ministry of Defence reported that a large flying object
Had appeared as a blob on the radar before slipping off,
And some wag even suggested that this was Paradise in fact.
Adam uttered “What the..” under his breath,
switched off the telly – it was an old war film –
And gave Eve a knowing look.
Eve didn’t fancy an early night,
And the ensuing row
Raised Cain.
There’s a lot of strange things going on in our world and our governments keep many of these sinister goings on under wraps.
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At the edge of our town was a heavily guarded building, and was rumoured that it was an offshoot of area 51, You could easily drive past it because it was surrounded by tall poplar trees. Old wives's tales I thought until one hot June night last year. I was driving home after visiting a friend and it had just turned midnight then my car spluttered to a halt," Damn" I said, I was out of gas, it was all I needed. I got out of the car and started walking, there was a full moon, so it was bright and it was about a half hour walk home; I heard a noise and to my right was a tall dark humanoid creature moving by the tree-line . Then above I noticed a greenish white vapour trail. I quickened my pace then heard gunfire and heard what sounded like an air raid siren, I was seized with terror and started running as fast as I could. In the distance I saw lights coming towards me. Three big army trucks passed me, heading for the building I thought, I reached town and headed for the police station to report what I'd seen. Sergeant Smith whom I knew was on duty, I started to tell him my story." Stop right there” he said, "If I log this, it won’t end well believe me”.
If 'music be the food of love,'
as the Avon Bard did write,
sing me a song of sixpence for my supper,
to see me through this star-crossed night.
And there'll be no need to drink to me
only with thine eyes,
as, for a happy hour or two,
a glass of euphoria I will pour for you.
A Green Fairy, guaranteed to relax inhibitions
and unwind the tired mind,
my fingers will do the walking
and talk to you in kind.
Rumoured to possess aphrodisiac qualities,
let's taste, not waste, nor this potent potion squander,
well you know, green means go and as true emerald is its hue,
Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.
With apologies to William Shakespeare (1564 – 1616)
The full moon lit up the night sky
A wisp of cloud passed it by
To add to an eerie atmosphere
As if something gruesome might appear.
The gates to the graveyard groaned in the wind
As did the groans of the grave stones twinned
And the night demons were on the prowl
As the wolf cried out with a harrowing howl.
In the chapel attic a light appeared
And the girl in the red dress everyone feared
Was staring out with blood shot eyes
As the living dead heed her cries.
The door slams open, a priest appears
Holding a silver cross that the demon fears
As the holy water burns the skin
Of a possessed soul steeped in sin.
The ghoulish corpses to the girls demands
Descend on the chapel, as the devil commands
And the sweating brow of the terrified priest
Does little to ward off the devils beasts.
Reciting Latin, the priest persists
As the decomposed bodies in the graveyard mist
Aim to transform him into one of them
So he keeps reciting over and over again.
The girl morphs into the devils form
But the priest refuses to conform
And so with a scream the girl is thrust
Way up high, as she continues to cuss.
‘Lord save this soul’ the priest declares
‘Release this soul from this evil affair
And with this water I purify thee!’
And with that, in an instant, the devil did flee.
It is said that the girl did not perish
But became a nun of the local parish
And yet on every full moon night
It is rumoured that the nun was nowhere in sight.
And so tonight, as you lay in your bed
If you think this chapel is somewhere else instead
Beware as the full moon glows
That the girl in the red dress never shows!!
Paranormal Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Robert James Liguori
29th December 2021
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Our gracious Queen, Elizabeth Alexandra Mary
Came to the throne aged twenty-five, which proved quite scary.
In every walk of life she sets the pace.
When post arrives she's met by a familiar face.
Philip, of noble stock, her blunt but dashing prince,
Is apt to put his royal foot in it which makes her wince.
He fathered offspring Andrew, Edward, Charles and Anne.
It's rumoured that he's 'Lisbeth's greatest long-term fan!
12/01/19
'Clerihew Couples for Valentine's Day Poetry Contest'
Sponsor : Carolyn Devonshire
Footnote:
Royal etiquette demands that no-one must walk in front of the Queen
The Queen's profile is on British postage stamps