My New Old Poster
An old-time poster caught my eye
In an antiques shop where I like to browse.
On seeing it, you might ask why,
So I’ll tell you, long as rhyme allows.
First, the colors pop and its retro look,
With a smiling man in an old-style hat,
Made me grin and that was all it took
To think, “Gee, I’d like to purchase that.”
It’s a transit ad from a dry-clean place
Where, for sixty-nine cents (don’t be shocked!),
You could bring in your hat and within that space,
It would be not just cleaned, but also blocked.
There’s a come-on, too, with a jaunty phrase:
“Perk and pep-up that old Fedora.”
Now, perhaps you will get all the many ways
That I love it - need I say more, uh?
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Categories:
pep up, appreciation,
Form: Rhyme
Country Church
Some pondered ways
to pep-up the pulpit and pew,
but disinterest and ennui won the day.
The clergy went away to get help
and never came back.
Eventually, thunder and sleet
cracked stone, spire, and gable;
neglect, and the cold winds of time
nibbled at arch and buttress.
Where once was a stained-glass light,
weeds and mildew weathered to a moldy rot.
Where once the hems of cassocks swept
now mice and spiders rest or nest,
and baby bats roost in the rectory.
There In a dusty belfry
owls hoot and solemnly perch.
Walls crumbling to niche and cranny.
Amid all this spacy ruin
jackdaws lay their speckled eggs,
while in the misty moonlight
homeless angels fan dance
upon feather-light, slinky legs.
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Categories:
pep up, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Old Country Church
Some pondered ways
to pep-up the pulpit and pew,
but disinterest and ennui won the day.
The clergy went away to get help
and never came back.
Eventually, thunder and sleet
cracked stone, spire, and gable;
neglect, and the cold winds of time
nibbled at arch and buttress.
Where once was a stained-glass light,
weeds and mildew weathered to a moldy rot.
Where once the hems of cassocks swept
now mice and spiders rest or nest,
and baby bats roost in the rectory.
There In a dusty belfry
owls hoot and solemnly perch.
Walls crumbling to niche and cranny.
Amid all this spacy ruin
jackdaws lay their speckled eggs,
while in the misty moonlight
homeless angels dance
upon feather-light, slinky legs.
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Categories:
pep up, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Patrick Oflanagan
Patrick O’Flanagan’s covert shenanigans
Make people ask where he gets to at night
There’s a perception that Patrick O’Flanagan
Visits a door with a glowing red light
What people don’t know about Patrick O’Flanagan
Is he has only one goal
Each night at ten to ten, visits his gran again
She does a dance with a pole
Old Ma O’Flanagan dances for Stan and Ben
Over in County Kildare
The nurses and carers all turn a blind eye
As Stan sticks his pension ‘down there’
Pat’s her announcer, he's also her bouncer
He keeps them old fellas in check
Old Ben can get frisky and that’s a bit risky
Unless he desires a sore neck
These is the rules says Patrick O’Flanagan
That shrivelled todger of yours
Grandma will make that old thing come awake again
And you place hard cash down her drawers
But Ben said those wrinkles don’t pep up our winkles
We only watch her to rehearse
For what we might see on the CCTV
When you nip out back with that nurse
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Categories:
pep up, age, dance, humorous, lust,
Form: Rhyme
Old English Church
Ways to pep up the pulpit and pew,
gave way to ennui.
The clergy went away to get help
and never came back.
Eventually, thundering sky's cracked
stone, spire, and gable;
neglect and cold winds
nibbled at sculptured arch and buttress.
Where once was a stained-glass light,
weeds and tree-bones reach.
Where once cassocks swept
mice now nest
while above, priestly owls perch.
Eventually, walls crumbled
into niche and cranny.
Amid the spacy ruin
Jackdaws laid their speckled eggs -
angels fan danced by moonlight.
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Categories:
pep up, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Rusted Busted
RUSTED BUSTED.
R usted for no investment ,me an autorickshaw is left,
U nfavourable my condition,tarnished is my cleft,
S taring at my physique, I miss the passenger girls, in garage,
T inted with corrosion,compression springs need massage,
E ncumbered is my savant,Mr Roxy on this deceased,
D isastrous nerves now,ones healthy,are decreased.
B usted was Roxy when a spare part from neighbour he scanned,
U npleasant situations predisposed him to be banned,
S urvey later by officials, took him in good books,
T rying to better,he is for my pretty, lively looks,
E asy for we both should pass this burdensome phase,
D elivery of capital unexpectedly comes,hope has pep up space.
Contest:Rusted Busted.
Sponsor:Casarah Nance.
Date:19/06/2016
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Categories:
pep up, grief, imagination, inspiration, lonely,
Form: Acrostic