National Bad Poetry Day
There you have it
I had no idea
I am in the perfect site
for today!!
which rhymes with
cliché
betray
and dismay!
That is right August 18,
Today Is National "Bad" Poetry Day.
To all the writers,
here is your chance.
Write something "Great,"
for the world to read.
How about,
National "Great" Poetry Day???
Remember a rhyme is to rhyme,
not kind of rhyme.
A Limerick is to be a five line funny,
not sad or depressing.
A true writer,
writes from their loving and creative heart.
AI writes,
but has no heart to write from.
Many have told me,
less words are more.
So I am stopping here,
so you can add to my list.
Have fun day writing away....
Theres a flood today in Crick.'
Uncontrolled migrants; on the uptick'
There is football till morning.'
When they normally were snoring
And drunks in their, park being sick.'
Fifty wild tigers roaming around
In an underground cave I never found
Calling Bandhavgarh National Forest their home
A place I hope to never get lost in or roam
As some Indians
(dot, not feather)
go to great lengths
to ingratiate themselves
by obsequious behaviour
(bob your head if you agree with me)
could it be the origin
of the expression,
'To curry favour'?
Tho' hunger knows no bounds
forget the fatted calf
despite the nation suffering
from starvation by more than half
they'll curry a horse
but not a cow
those bovine ungulates
are holier than thou
Prancing peacock
Taking in the sunshine of dawn,
Prancing peacock
Calling its mate by its honk-squawk,
Its plush plumage makes you look on,
You gaze at it with breath indrawn,
Prancing peacock.
“With courage nothing is impossible” Sir William Hillary, a retired soldier and founder of the RLNI
A trawler's in distress at sea
It’s sinking, the crew cannot flee
A mayday message reads “Rescue me”
Their lives are at risk, as you can see
Brave lifeboat men will never tire
From aiding ships, some on fire
To save those at sea they do aspire
These volunteers I much admire
All lifeboat crew are very brave
Each year many lives they save
Like surfers caught by a freak wave
Preventing deaths in a watery grave
Ghost, River, Shiver, Gaze, Wicked, Cold
Someone stood by the river,
I was glad I wasn’t going to be the only one,
I was to come with my grandfather,
But he had been unwell.
I greeted the man,
He only nodded in response,
I gazed at him but he seemed oblivious to my scrutiny,
He was busy with his net,
A cold wave of unease washed through me.
As I pushed my boat to the river,
Suddenly the man offered me his net,
I shook my head,
His hand was still insistently stretched toward me,
I looked into his eyes and saw a glimmer of kindness,
I shivered as I took the net,
I silently prayed that the spirits of my ancestors guide me.
I thrust my boat further into the river and paddled to the centre,
I looked in the direction of the man,
He waved at me,
I cast the net into the water
And noticed a continuous ripple on the surface,
I tried to pull out the net and noticed it was heavy,
I summoned the strength of the spirits,
The catch was sudden and massive,
I glanced toward the direction where the stranger had been,
He was no longer there,
“He wasn’t a wicked ghost after all,” I thought with a smile,
April 14, 2025.
My heart is beating faster,
As I hear the faint sound of that laughter.
Tickling my senses,
I feel defenceless
As I gaze into your brown eyes—
Alive and wise.
A ghost of your former self,
Like the picture on the shelf,
Tenderly staring at me
As I drop to my knees.
I shiver with cold;
I would give all my gold
To have you alive.
Instead, I’m here—and barely survived
The day you went away.
I stare at my reflection and see more grey.
I give a little smile,
Because you are beside me for a while—
A beautiful young lady,
A part of me.
On Earth or in Heaven, forever,
Together.
,How seasons and weather change
the way I shiver pleasantly from their
anonymous ways---
daring in the heated blisters of
summer's flesh, then
mysterious through winter's ghost...
There's no way to measure each
and every cycle's radiance--- I don't know
why they are equal in lush revelries,
untamed yet graceful
along pendulums of time.
Still, I thrive, fumble, and journey once
again to relish the ambrosial interludes
within their galaxy ...without counting
the viscous sunsets of fall
or spring time carousels:
I gaze experientially
at life's moments kinetic as brushed winds --
tuck them as magical spells and then
begin yet another awakening
before plucked midnight shuts down...
Words chosen
River Heart. Shiver Gaze. Lush Tender
Mr. and Miss meet at river strand,
when spectacular twilight started to display
marvelous hues to be pasted on firmament.
Ambient is flush with lush colors on cerulean sky
Peerless panorama to overwhelm.
Poetry of Nature got entry with poems of gems.
Four eyes gaze at each other drinking dreamy desires
Both hearts shivered on thrill.
Seven heavens came down to greet.
Ardent ardour embowered emotive urge.
Passion sprouted.
Evening merged to night :
Light and darkness to fight.
Descent Crescent Moon peeped
and winked at the couple.
Eternal time took pause.
At the very tender moment
amour is sealed :p
Best bliss of Mr. and Miss.
Poem of love to compose
on petals of scarlet red rose.
river ghost shivers gaze vicious wicked
We rowed around the river bend;
the moon peeped under a black cloud.
An eerie feeling it did lend-
beheld a ghost with a black shroud.
Our shivers increased as we rowed;
it followed us with a blank gaze.
And, then air currents quickly flowed
as winds intensified the haze.
What is this vicious scene we see?
What does the wicked vision want?
Then all at once, it flew with glee!
Black garbage bag- our scary taunt!
(required words; heart, bottle, gaze, shiver, cold, tender)
after his death I was shattered
my soul broken
each day bled into another
and my life was darkness
I put my heart in a bottle
with a shiver for I thought my life was over
I gaze at his picture
on my dresser
and remember our tender love and wedding
but, now I visit a cold grave
with his name engraved
as birds sing in trees a sad song
I leave a red rose
My heart with such dread is reeling.
I’m looking up at the ceiling.
Something’s there though it’s something I can’t see.
I felt it first when it went right through me.
I shivered then because it felt so cold.
The room is frigid. What do I behold?
The ceiling fan is spinning round and round.
It’s not turned on! Is something here earth-bound?
Is there a ghost gazing down at me in my fright?
Is it something wicked that visits me this night?
Or is it an old soul trapped and as scared as I?
Oh, that I could see it and look it in the eye.
Suddenly the spinning of the fan has stopped.
Something from the ceiling to the floor has dropped.
I pick up a brooch that in a picture of my great-grandma I had viewed.
By the brooch her death deemed accidental is with murder’s chill imbued.
River, Heart, Gaze, Eclipse, Lush, Tender
-------------------------------------
A gentle flowing RIVER
reflecting an ECLIPSED moon
no tides, no pretended pull,
unlike influenced ocean
flows TENDERLY not hurting
dear lives depending on her
LUSH vibrant gulmohar trees
stand sentinel banking her
where greenish feathery leaves
sway to give full shade decor
They speak in new love whispers,
meaningless sweet so nothings
Oh! Tired song birds sleep-perching
light on frail branches of trees
Embrace lovers' ambience,
a lullaby to HEART'S fill
Stars GAZE in combined wonder
at glistening mild river
Somewhere near, a lonely heart
immersed in soothing music
Asks the cool breeze to carry
harmonics and secret notes
listeners hear, walkers walk
towards divine melody
Related Poems