Published Poet
I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt
I was truly a poet,
My wife was sarcastic about this
paltry sum, she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore,
The excitement of winning was
too overwhelming.
Categories:
quids, abuse, angst, anxiety,
Form: ABC
Tripping through the sand
In a pair of Aussie thongs,
Boogie board in hand
Singing Aussie songs.
Davo’s got the beer.
Out of kiddies reach
What a day we’re gonna to have
It’s Christmas on the beach.
Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time
Christmas by the shore
A good old Aussie Christmas.
It’s Christmas time once more
The sun is very hot.
There is no shade around
so we gather up our stuff
And move to higher ground.
We settle neath the trees.
In a folding metal chair
Plenty shade, but there’s no breeze
But really, we don’t care
Oh Christmas time, Christmas time
All the family’s here
To celebrate our Christmas
Like we do every year
Davo came by car.
With Marie John and Jane
Granny from afar
She came by aeroplane
Joe lives up the street.
He brought his wife and kids
And even in this awesome heat,
They wouldn’t miss for quids
Oh, Christmas time, Christmas time
Christmas without snow
We love our Aussie Christmas.
It really is a show
Oh, Christmas time Christmas time
Christmas is a ball
We love our Aussie Christmas
Here’s Joy to one and all.
Categories:
quids, christmas, fun, humor, parody,
Form: Lyric
*Image of Freedom Pub
Freedom Pub
Marred fictions of emus, ostriches
dip their heads neath, were hailed
by Ancient Rome's false divination,
of individuals, whose conquest of
enshrining their implied role.
Emancipated exacters, whereto,
the subjugators of the unlearned
majority, daily context by untruths,
orientations hard-pressed, by
tainted thumbs of paperwork,
loads conveniently,
mache for obvious design.
Decaying precursors demonocracy,
aptitudes knotting promotes,
a panache promenade of quilted
quids, as characters clash with
reality quarrels, as a shoreline
of sculpted castled sands, drift to
its emptiness of their costly
noted, S.O.S.
The absence of freedom is a true
reinvention for the masses, to
rummage and further wander, its
lineage of class enumeration
liken to some zombie apocalypse,
clueless beginning.
Lo and behold, its keepers adrift,
salty surges hath rise o'er, the
fresh living waters.
2023 January 07
*HM*
Freedom Pub
~~Joe Maverick: Judged 2023 January 09
Categories:
quids, inspiration, muse,
Form: Free verse
??CHAMPION AGAIN!!!
Common oath with the Gold,
She's two decades old,
Browny hair, tough skin dark toned,
Tobi's horse-wheel pull a two wheeled cart,
Breaks another record and grease our heart.
Some placed a bet before it starts.
Good wager wins if played smart
Cos Tobi's stare told me of a driving force within,
An undiminished thrust to always win
And with an urge not just to take part,
She ran like Sonic right from the start.
Before this tournament no one gave her the nod.
Reasonable humans adapt themselves to the world:
The unreasonable ones persists
in trying to adapt the world to themselves.
Tobi Amusan adapts the world of Commonwealth to herself.
Fills with quids, laurels & accolades her account & shelf.
This Nigerian Speed Queen achieved the unreasonable
And boost our ranking on the medal table.
Champion again, as she keeps bursting our bubbles,
Won Gold again in the Women's 100m Hurdles
With a record 12.30secs in the Birmingham 2022.
Now she has conquered the world & claim laurels too!
Congratulations ???? ???????????
VickManuelPoetry {VMP}
Copyright©7thAugust2022.
Categories:
quids, 1st grade, celebrity, for
Form: Rhyme
"50 Words for Poe: Winter"
Hey, you know how it goes
when you had your first kiss
Poetry kind of gets you between
the gonads with that kinda shizz
Yep, you’re lost on the swell when it
hits that frizz
You just gotta hit the surf and
when the waves come for you
dive under the Effers
You’ll come out of the Lemonade, betya 10 quids
Head up, you’re King or Queen of the Waves
This is how "IT" begins
Sharks, bellies full of sunk brave
are there to awaken
"Kavorka"
Byron knew that biz
"Kavorka"
Poetry in Bliss
Go on
Deal those cards
Black Jack
No Pikers
Never pass this way again
It’s Now or Never
We’re ALL heading towards Winter
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://youtu.be/MKAC7t0P65o
Steely Dan...
"One always has to be willing to lose to be able to win... in battle and in life.”
Categories:
quids, adventure, fun, games,
Form: Romanticism
Published Poet
I wrote a poem 24 years ago,
I have forgotten it now,
but I was paid twenty quids
and my plan was to frame it
for anyone doubt
I was truly a poet,
My wife was sarcastic of this
paltry sum she didn’t get it
I had joined the rarefied
of a poet who had been paid
for his work.
I do not do poetry comps
anymore,
the excitement of winning was
too overwhelming.
Categories:
quids, celebration, eulogy, funny,
Form: Bio
He's really not,
that in to you
a man the loves you
through and through
will be there waiting
calling you
His sister runs
the barricade
he's really not
that in to you
if you want love
heres what you do
find a lover
that wants you
Make a list
of what you want
a man that does not
drink alot
a man that does not
gamble waste
a man that will
fix up your place
if you want to have a life
don't put up with seconds strife
find a man
that's good and true
a man
that will look after you
a man that wants
a good career
but also wants
the time to share
a man that likes
to take the kids
gives you a break
that is worth quids
your agony aunt
is quick to say
build a life
thats full of play
the couple
that enjoys each day
is built to last
and stay that way
Categories:
quids, emotions, love,
Form: Rhyme
If I gotta problem
it's mine, all mine,
property righted supreme
If I gotta problem
I need a solution
so bad, I'll sometimes scream
Used to be at my mom
or my husband or kids
and occasionally even a boss
now I get it that mom's and bosses
dad's and losses
kids and quids and whatcha dids
aren't the problem.
Don't know zactly what prob is yet
but least I'm closer.
Categories:
quids, philosophy, drug,
Form: Free verse
Somewhere in Maida Vale
A penthouse trendy flat
Somehow I’ve wound up here
Getting daggers from the cat
My wraps still in my pocket
I dare not take it out
I’ll just sit here all paranoid
And kill myself with snout
Actors, models, Djs
They’re all mooching around
Kissing on both cheeks
A cab home’s twenty pound
Just can’t seem to blend in
The conversation’s weird
White people with dreadlocks
And silly goatee beards
Once again the gear
Is in the driving seat
It’s took me out all night
I won’t admit defeat
She’s beautiful the dark haired girl
She don’t fit in like me
If only my jaw’d stop rotating
I’d ask her home with me
Better check on my mate Charlie
He’s waiting in the loo
After this I’m going home
Two fat lines, one, two
That’s better, that’s the stuff
Now I’m blending in
I’ve gotta kick that f 'ing cat
No beer left, only gin
Shall I make a phone call
Shall I get more gear
This lot will give me sixty quids
Coke in Maida Vale is dear
The dark haired tart
She’s bang on me
She smiles from ear to ear
Oh she’s coming towards me
D’you know who’s got any gear ?
Categories:
quids, life, social, visionary, dark,
Form: Verse