Bad balloon
Harassing the enchanting moon
Covering song performed by wham
While playing lead singer in the legendary contra band
Dropping buds
Not knowing what?
Is going on
Fooling around, dropping potential cancerous bombs
Smoking I mean
Luring teens
Turning them ugly, abusive and mean
Disrupting travel
Unleash verdict’s parachute gavel
Sentencing the trip, ‘unravel’
Due to going pop
Taking a sniper shot
Sending the cargo towards the ground
Hopefully, found
Going down
Identified not the telescope, Hubble
Now in major, government trouble
It’s fantasy bubble
Has no one to cuddle
Realizing action was a must
Peaceful bust
Sending bad balloon to an eternal rest
Deeming it the best
Allowing the mess
To confess
And surrender, accepting arrest
I’m a servant of the universe
My rank is junior minder.
I care for the solar system
As its oiler and winder.
Everything is done
To a very strict rota,
Checking every cog
And cleaning every motor.
The star has its thermostat
Rigidly checked and set
Its fuel delivery schedule
Very rigorously met.
Each planet has its key
Kept on its own ring
So I can check and fix
Each internal spring:
Wind it too tight,
The planet runs fast.
Not tight enough
The wind won’t last.
I once got it wrong
In my apprentice stage,
Wiped out the dinosaurs
And caused an ice age.
You can imagine all the ribbing
At the staff centennial dinner
Apprentice of the moment?
Never was the winner.
I have my own staff now
The systems work just fine.
Guess it should last right
‘Til the end of time.
Another revolution 'round the sun:
the plans are laid, the resolutions penned.
This is the year at last to be the one:
lose weight, exercise more, curtail the spend.
Then life, it seems, jumps up, gets in the way:
the unexpected call from a dear friend.
Your planner list can wait another day,
for it was just a minder in the end.
The days then turn to weeks before you know,
and now you’re so far off the beaten path,
the goal you set not very long ago:
completely hopeless, when you do the math.
It catches you off guard, and you’ve begun
another revolution 'round the sun.
—————
for the Orphan Sonnet Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 05/01/2022
Do you say grace at your meal?
giving thanks to God for your food
recognizing that the Lord provided it
being God who does everything good
God the great creator in the beginning
having made all with His hands
showing all we have is from Him
all the world created in all the lands
Have a think about how food came
everything has a beginning from a seed
that seed grows and grows and grows
all originated by God, all His creed
It's funny how when given a gift
we quite easily can say thank you
but when given no end of gifts
speechless we become, words are few
So let's give our grace always to God
for all we have comes from our provider
be grateful and thankful from our heart
prayerfully looking to your divine minder!
Rod Humphries was raging
As Keir Starmer came staging
You covid conniver!
Such lies lit this pyre'
Neath the sign of the Raven
He inferred of Keir coward craven'
Undeterred by a minder
He barred the sidewinder
Now more are wiser
We await a decider'
©Joe Maverick 22-4-2021
Bored Out Of My Brain!
I’m home, learning how to paint
Trying not to faint
Learning the piano and
Painting like Picasso
Isn’t really that hard
What was all the fuss about?
Dreaming of meeting family
Tired of being alone with me
Wanting all this crap to end
Though I only have one friend
Doing things they say I can’t
Wish I could paint like
Rembrandt
Running out of things to amuse
Only the gin to abuse
Watched thirty episodes of Minder
And Bobby Moore playing a blinder
Football from seventy-six
And get some more brushes
From Wicks
David Cox 23/05/20
There was a lady of name Kathleen,
Who was never quite sure where she had been.
So they found her a minder
Who was a lot kinder
And always kept her happy and clean.
'k kyk neer rivier
wat kronk'lend paaie baan
in dalle vloer
afgemat en steeds geboè
poele plas en blitsend 'kaats
drenkend dans palmiete gras
soos manne kras in kroee
dalk net dromend was
my refleksie in jou oè
Iris geruit as wimpers sluit
was binne-in my hart getoor
en bloedriviere in ons are bruis
vuurspuwend ons in lawa doop
die magma braak in kers se was
dog rooiend en bloedend soos ons passie was
eiland swart en eenkant ek
omring atol n trane oseaan
wat reent verkoeld tektonies bars
in woorde was so onbedoeld
was dit gans so ongehoord
Helaas!! KEER DIT VOOR!
..en eggo steeds nog minder so
I don’t know psychic minder,
but I know you might wish
I was there to withstand
all the pain.
I might be rearranged and forgotten.
I might wish no harm,
I’m sinking, falling, dying.
I wonder where everyone goes,
After life ends on the physical planet.
Are there real phaeries?
Are there momentums?
Are there Hopes?
If nothing’s left,
How can I say I wish I was a pain withstander?
I wish I could forget everything said,
And carry on like anyone would in a real world;
Where lights only shown when the abyss was close
Do we know any secrets, or are all left out?
the big picture is always obscure
by lies and truths all mixed together,
where no matter where, anything’s possible.
I don’t know psychic minder,
but I know you might wish.
Lord, when I worry about the bills,
Knowing I don't have money-making skills,
Please be my complete provider,
As well as my ever present minder.
When my life knocks me down,
And all I can do is frown,
Please come and comfort me,
For I will always depend on thee.
When I'm confused about what to do.
When no one has answers except you,
Please make everything crystal clear,
Wiping out any doubt or fear.
Lieg
Herhaaldelik en gereeld soos net in 7de laan
Was geheimnisse en liegstories die haat wat uit jou gaan.
Ek natuurlik, onderskei, kon binne in my voel
Oortuigend jou nie glo nie, soos water van my rug afspoel.
Vermydelik soos ‘n kindjie wat die rusies net wou keer
Het ek my hart se oe gesluit vir dit wat sou gebeur.
Indien die leun ontbloot sou word – ek jou sou konfronteer
Beskerm jy jou weergawe, al maak dit ander seer.
Die grootste waarheid was dat jy nie meer kon lieg.
Wat ek in jou belê het, het jy vertrap, bespuug!
Toe ek besluit ek kon nie meer, en ek myself onttrek
Ontmasker jy jou broeisel - tesame met jou gek!
In minder as ‘n week of twee het jy my plek gevul
Met meer as een of twee, dis duidelik jy’t gekul.
As jy so vinnig aanbeweeg en my nie eers wou sê;
Wil ek net een ding van jou weet: - Het jy my ooit al lief gehê?
Skiet mis
In plaas van woorde uit my pen
Vloei trane uit my hart se oog
Sodra ek sien ek het gewen
Besef ek hoe haar blom uitdroog
In minder as net sewe dae
verloor haar hart sy steun. En weer
probeer oortuig dat wat ek vra:
“Vergeet eenvoudig van die seer”
Verwagtend na die nuwe droom
Voor tyd sy skade weer oopvlek
Vloei woorde na my put se stroom
Waar trane uit ‘n boog vertrek
Tref mis alweer – onsekerheid.
Jy skild en pantserlaag jou hart!
Met ystepyl gelowigheid,
oortuigend, mik ek sonder smart
the stars were out that night
twinkling their song of love
in your eyes were the brightest
a grace that came from above
two young lovers hands held
a kiss ,when night meets the day
an explosion of light that makes the dawn
words that should be said are on delay
lost in life a theater of what ifs
a caravan of crossroad i pick
lies are not freedom wrapped in gifts
then re-wrapped for the next
wayward boy lonely and bruised
suffering in his own doom
thrown down and used then
washed to make new,
the stains of yesterday are the reminder
given to Christ to launder
wash clean this sinner new
like a baby to the minder
now i have come again
on the tattooed horse stitched,patched
looking for the diamond that was in the rough
a prospectors dream, one that is cut
i have found a lost love
or she has found me
typing words on the mouth of keys
never get to see the beauty of these
one could say it is meant to be
or wonder how it would be sexually
God put a pause on all these thoughts
if its true it can be his will
the stars were out that night
twinkling their song of love
in your eyes were the brightest
a grace that came from above
Five foot nothing,
Round as a rubber ball and just as bouncy
Known to all and sundry as Nanny “Ding Dong” Bell
Thought the Ding Dong hilarious, recognized a term of affection.
Midwife, child minder, mother confessor
Stalwart in church, cleaner on weekdays, organ player on Sundays
Lender of single shillings when meters ran out
Rescuer of stray dogs, cats, and hungry children
Excellent cook and loving grandmother
A friend to all with no distinctions.
When she died a light was extinguished in our village.
September 29th 2011
I were nearly up-set,
When they come to blame me,
You are very intelligent,
But you have obtained third grade.
I know they ‘ll n’t understand me,
I wasn’t a words minder,
I read their question,
And answered as I think.
But they have blamed me,
You answer is separate than
A book which I have read?
They failed to mark my answer.
They failed to accept my answer.
I always have my opinion,
But they never regarded me or
Honoured me in a new vision.
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