• Blazing hot ice
• Chilly open flames
• Animals wearing clothes
• Humans with no names
• Empty houses with legs
• Rats hatching from eggs
• Marbles from the water faucet
• Shucking pods and getting pegs in
Categories:
pegs, 11th grade, animal, words,
Form: Rhyme
Pegs
The pegs plain and
age old are spies for
The Sandman.
Categories:
pegs, humor,
Form: Free verse
When party's the answer,
it's all about framing.
To question is cancer;
yup, here comes the blaming.
Categories:
pegs, political,
Form: Rhyme
Tent pegs, burnt legs
Sun cream, ice cream
Swimming trunks, squashed lunch
Peeling tum, after sun.
Dusty feet, collapsing seat
Folding table, electric cable,
Sleeping pods, fishing rods
Guide ropes foreign notes.
Ground sheet, birds tweet.
Wind break, tent shake
Top box midnight fox
Sweeping floor, rubbish torn
Barbecue, dodgy loo,
Gritty toes, runny nose
Flip flops dirty tops
Backpack rucksack
Gas ring, bee sting
Bug spray, all day
Camping Gaz, not last
Airbed enough said
Glowstick picnic
Washing up, worst luck
Beard grown, photos shown
Journey home, money blown
Categories:
pegs, vacation,
Form: Rhyme
Just bought a plot of land, it’s a surprise
for my wife, somewhere she can exercise,
as soon as the deeds are finalised, ready
I’ll pack her cases, loves traveling does Peggy,
so when she’s settled I will join her there
in the circumstances I think that’s only fair
I’ve sprang the surprise, she’ll be gone soon
hope she enjoys it on the dark side of the moon.
6/13/2018
Categories:
pegs, farewell, humor, wife,
Form: Rhyme
This is the very first poem I wrote.
1977 I was 9 years old.
Hanging out the washing…
Reaching for the pegs…
I went to grab another…
And appeared these hairy legs.
It crawled out from the peg…
And onto my hand…
I looked at it with horror…
And shook it on the sand.
It was a spider! Oh yuk!
I looked at it with disgust…
I then put my foot on it…
And neatly squished it up.
I looked into the basket…
Making sure there was no more…
And started hanging the washing…
As I did once before!
Categories:
pegs, 2nd grade, 3rd grade,
Form: Free verse
love
Shade-trees ©
Hung branches show new leaf-bud coats
Spring rains draw forth their foliage
Full leaved arches open spread above
Summer lovers shade!
clothes
Pegged Wash ©
Clothes hang outside to dry clean
Their colours shout their glory
Sheets snap and shirts bloat outside
Pant legs dance and twist!
clothes
Wet Clothes ©
Strong fragrant breezes flow hotly
And caress to dry wet cloth
Snapping all the pegged washing
Smelling of wash soap.
clothes
Closed Pegs
Clutching pegs on clothing lines
Hang washed cloth by their corners
Summer time blown breezes touch-dry
Birds void while perching!
Categories:
pegs, clothes, love,
Form: Dodoitsu
A gypsy woman came and said,
‘I know you’ll want to purchase these.’
My granny firmly shook her head,
unmoved by all the gypsy’s pleas.
The gypsy tried a savage stare,
and pointed to my granny’s purse.
‘If you don’t buy my pegs, I swear,
I’ll hit you with a nasty curse.’
‘A curse won’t work if blood is drawn,’
my granny said. ‘Although I’m old,
I’ll pummel you upon the lawn.’
She chased the gypsy up the road…
…I heard the gypsy hollerin’
as Granny stuck her with a pin!
* A true story
Written 10th March, for Francine’s Funnybone contest
Categories:
pegs, grandmother,
Form: Rhyme
One thing, I've come to realise
to some this may come as a surprise
Realities a big bunch of lies
see for yourselves, open your eyes!
We've all slept for far too long
allowed way too many wrong
lost amid the maddening throng
not quite square, more oblong
a mirrored distortion of how we coud look
hiding how we really should look
I'm not sure how it was lost, or why it was took
but, our compassions been sold for gold
an' truths been traded for lies bought and sold
Sheople walk around like one big stupid herd
Money, Religion and Terror seem to be the keyword
That stops humanities caring message from being heard.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
pegs, angst, introspection, philosophy,
Form: Narrative
On small chubby legs ---
I placed round colored pegs ---
Into a flat brown wooden board ---
Doing it the regimental way made me bored ---
Red, yellow and orange, on through ---
Is the teacher's point of view ---
Not at all of a five year old ---
Who's opinions seems too bold ---
So this teacher slapped my face ---
Although I did try to plead my case ---
And as the tears trickled down like hot coal ---
An unremovable scar was placed upon my soul.
Categories:
pegs, introspection
Form: Free verse