Short Daft Poems
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I ran downstairs
to play musical chairs -
how I do recall!
I kept repeating
changing seating
'til there were none at all.
Like an addled cuckoo that garbles
the birdsong that he warbles,
I've experienced many strains.
I've got gremlins in my brains,
and I've lost my marbles.
I have a dog called Minton whose feeling rather ill,
I took him to the vets today to settle up his bill;
Last night, when in the garden, he ate two shuttlecocks
Bad Minton.
Me and my friend Spider
went out for a spin in a glider.
We stopped off for crisps and cider,
then off to the shops
where I bought him some tops
and four pairs of shoes for a fiver
Form:
I sat under an oak tree in fall
I must have fell asleep I recall
I awoke on a boat
with a frog in my throat
an elephant making a trunk call.
20/10/2017
Contest surreal and daft
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw.
It was bought to my attention
I had a rather odd reflection
When I gave my explanation
There was an order of investigation
It seems my tales of alien penentration
Surely bought lots of speculation
Was it all from hallucination
Or just my wicked imagination
On my walk I chanced to see
An elephant with a bumble bee.
It was such a peculiar pairing,
And they had ice cream, which they were sharing.
The elephant was holding the ice cream cone
For the bee was on his mobile phone,
I thought wow, this is really *****...
I never get a signal here !
A butterfly, one summer day
Spoke to me as he fluttered my way
He asked me where the flowers were
And told me which he did prefer
I pointed where the Zinnias grew
He thanked me, and off he flew!
As I continued on my walk
I wondered, who taught him to talk!
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10/18/17
The Lunatic living in my right brain
painted two ships on the watery horizon.
I folded the image into a paper crane
and it flew into the sea to die in.
The sun went down with a flash of green
and the Lunatic began to laugh
I asked him why he was causing such a scene
and he said the crane was my epitaph.
Dear Lordy, what have you done
this loony spouse given me…
he rants and TV- clicks all night
much like a freakish banshee!
Obsessed with horror movies
remote control is life's drug:
This model needs rebooting,
It's time for urgent de-bug.
11/11/2017
Written for Kevin Shaw's Surreal and Daft
Happy Chappie had a lightbulb brain wave
Thinking his idea some time he would save
Usually when he went out and about
He forgot his way back without any doubt
Thought if I butter well my outdoor shoe
I'm sure to retrace as good as new
Unexpectantly he had a good ride
Whooshing along on his sole slip and slide
I saw her under a tall lilac tree
A piece of scarlet sky looking tipsy
Was the fervent look calling thee or me?
Whatever, I went to respond in glee
Alas it flew away on the top of
Calling me in gestures orange and mauve
A lovely she with eyes airy and suave
Should I? Flashed in the photo of Pavlov
October 23, 2017
Once, shell-less snails filled me with terror.
That childish outlook was my error.
Now, I laugh it off with a shrug.
It's just another slug.
***
If rock-paper-scissors was a game,
played with creatures whose only aim
was to eat,
when confronted by a duck, new to town,
any slug with pluck, would soon go down
in defeat.
With their Tools, equipment, workwear at the ready
Hoping that this job, a first in a while goes steady
The weather has been assessed
And now we are waiting to be blessed
As the shift was about start
And the war paint applied like new age fork art
The crew started to ask “where is the plan?”
When they realized, It must still be with the mail-man.
Daft Bites
I used to suck on nickels and dimes
Ain't nothin wrong wit that it's fine
Metals tasted like saltine crackers
I just gag, throw up like a method actor
Ahh! the aroma, seems not formal
Swallowed a couple pennies many times
Sucking on straws and dimes
My way of unwinding my normal
10/30/17
entry for "Surreal and Daft Contest"
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
While walking in the market one day
I started talking to a friend we had lots to say
Unmindful of whatever came before me
Kept walking somewhat straight with glee
Suddenly my forehead banged into a pillar
My hard lense fell off and the pain was a killer
Hooding one eye I looked for the lens but failed
A passer-by made a call to my son ,the problem was nailed
A strange collage of images dance on a poster board,
layout of pictographs, stories that move and shout discord;
some sway left, some stand still, some sway alt right
while tweet and twitter ping on the scoreboard lights.
Wonder what's going on in old DC
with democratic and republicans on knees;
today they say this, tomorrow who knows
will the emperor take off his clothes?
Louise started walking through the hugh corn maze
the high hedges and turns the usual craze
occasionally she'd run into a dead end
but soon her labyrinth walk would be on the mend,
She felt like a detective looking for some clues
to help her get through and not be confused
using her gut feelings she felt she was almost free
astonished to find a hugh chunk of cheese.
10-18-17
My son gave me a great grow-box
to plant some veggies, watch them grow.
Tomatoes chosen 'cause they're red;
they grew quite fast...but then...oh no!
Their vines at once became alive;
and reached around to wrap my hips.
Got kisses planted on both cheeks
from succulent tomato lips!
November 10, 2017
Contest: Surreal and Daft
Sponsor: Kevin Shaw
Impressed by surrealistic power of meditation
I was convinced, I could try and walk on water.
You thought I was utter daft or under sedation,
I was confident beyond limit, this didn’t matter.
So one day on the bank of a river I went and sat
Before the walk I needed to do deep meditation,
I saw me walking on the water, floating feet flat
Until you pulled me up, body wet in humiliation.
October 19, 2017.
yearn for me.
sit in silence in contemplation.
waiting
to give into
the temptation.
the crave.
breathe it in deeply, harshly, wholly,
until you are it.
you are me.
there’s no turning back now,
it’s been too long,
the line has been crossed.
leave me, now
to let my hair down and
mourn;
the edges searing their patterns into my soul.
the smoldering of my
residue will
cease,
only wisps of memories that will fade, linger.
Daft Books
The books are losing all their pages -
Poetic, language, historic - all their sages.
Invisible ink between the satiny sheets.
The volumes of milk absent from their teats.
The bindings - ripping, roaring, caustic -
Old farts - haggardly - facade of plastic.
Our youth feeds on fodder from their tablet pens,
Texting emojis and acronyms from their Mercedes Benz.
10/17/2017
Contest - Surreal and Daft
One day the family cat, before my eyes,
changed into a woman. Beautiful was she,
and very soon I came to realize
she also could converse intelligently.
She and I hang out now. There’s no doubt
she’s the coolest! Guys think she’s the bomb!
Just one thing about this all I can’t make out.
She’s female, yet as a cat, she was a Tom!
Oct. 27, 2017
Inspired by Kevin Shaw's Surreal and Daft contest and based on one of my many weird dreams that I record in a dream journal
My cottage has been formed into a teapot, the woman said.
I thought she was a bit eccentric, maybe daft in her head.
In the back I have a unique feature, an abominable snowman shed.
We drove to her home straight away, me and my kitty, Ted.
Ted gave a mew when he saw the place, startling Ed.
Ed is our finicky dog, who is a bit afraid of meowing Ted.
The cottage was a teapot, so she was not daft in her head.
I could hardly wait to run behind the house and see her shed.
"HOW TIME WAS BORN"
After the snow but before the flowers,
there were days without minutes or hours-
Clocks were invalid and watches dead,
there was a sorcerer called Emit who led.
Emit was tough and rough to the bone,
and invented the thing called the telephone.
It was when one used such a thing it said,
“time shall be born from a glass of sand instead."
(Emit is "time" backwards)
DAFT CONTEST
October 17, 2017