In Sandy on a Sund’y
Can’t even buy a pie
The High Street is a ghost town
From some Kafkaesque sci-fi.
Not a single caf is open
No point in asking ‘Why?’
So I’ll just go down
To the Rose and Crown
And give their roast a try.
The film set has now altered
To a Sergio Leone
The barman with the hang-dog look
Is sitting all alone.
I enquire after Sunday Lunch
His reply comes Brummily spoken.
‘No food today,
I’m afraid to say.
The chef’s right arm is broken.’
So homeward I trudge
To a can of stodge
That I’d been keeping handy
And I curse the day
I decided to stay
In this Sabbath-subserving Sandy.
Categories:
stodge, humor,
Form: Rhyme
They bring another bowl full of creamy stodge.
Your mouth is half open -
not shocked
but limp.
Falling to one side.
They heap the spoon and dump
it inside your mouth.
Even though the nurse has said to stop feeding,
that the stodge
is falling into your lungs
with your digestive system completely gone,
still, they heap another spoonful,
they think they know better.
Categories:
stodge, anger, caregiving, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
I will be forever loyal to you my dear friend.
I like making memories with you and I have plenty to share.
Our little circle keeps on growing - it has no end!
I’m the best thing that ever happened; you could not compare.
I have nothing in my pocket but these old pennies and stuff.
Yet I can tell you my stories that will make you hodgepodge.
I will fight against your foes even if that depicts me being tough.
You are worthy to be called my friend; Thanks for the yummy stodge!
Even if our dandies are differently designed,
I shake things up between us and put magic – Alakazam!
And so people called me “One of a kind”…
I am the best friend you have ever known; sings the best jam.
I will give you the best friendship that no one could offer.
But do not underestimate my sincerity like no other.
Categories:
stodge, best friend, friend, friendship,
Form: Sonnet
moored in glade and rill
resting in claggy stodge
boggy green and juicy with rain
my walk sloshes with plunger feet
Mire of the Northern Rain Forest
May 16, 2020
Brians Choice G Poetry Contest
September 8, 2020
Rithimus Divisa 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Gregory Barden
Categories:
stodge, nature,
Form: Free verse
Spring buds
Bursting
Like popcorn stuck on sticks
Raising my perspective to
Gallivant
In knee-high tickle grass
Nested
In the strew of stony rocks
Festooned
With sphagnum and lichen
Frothed with droplets
Of glistening crystal lather
Moored in glade and rill
Plundered in claggy stodge
Boggy green and juicy with rain
The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet
Air raids above
Signal
Whirring wispy winged ghosts
Bombers
Buzzzzzzzzzing
Skitting overhead
Barely black shadow fellows
Intent in reaching their target
Synced and signaled
Like flittering naked poltergeists
Aiming for a sticky sweet meal
Arms, legs ankles and necks
Covered or not
Stabbed with little mercy
In the trove of
Spring Buds
So Alive!
May 16, 2020
Categories:
stodge, flower, insect, nature,
Form: Free verse
Huge Deluge of Republicans
Of Republicans had been a huge deluge,
And on President's face he wore rogue;
When shown,
Face like stone;
A scrooge whose followers are a stodge.
Jim Horn
Definitely resembles the Three Stodges,
One of his best friends is black who he
stuck in his crowd.
Categories:
stodge, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Little Roger Stodge
School he loved to dodge
Yes Roger loved to play
The truant game
His parents didn’t know
That Roger didn’t go
Everyday Roger
Did the same
Every morning with no fuss
He’d get onto the bus
Then get off again
At the very next stop
He’d spend his dinner money
On candy bars made from honey
And bottle after bottle of fizzy pop
Roger thought it didn’t matter
That eating junk food made him fatter
Then one day,
Headmaster came walking down the lane
Roger, suddenly quite manic
And in a hurried panic
Jumped and hid in a sewer drain
Headmaster walked on by
Roger gave a relieved sigh
But Roger was completely out of luck
He wiggled and he wriggled
He wriggled and he wiggled
But alas poor Roger was completely stuck
Now I am afraid I have to say
Roger is still there to this day
And you know,
He didn’t even have to go to school
It was the holidays
For it was summer
See not going to school
Does make you dumber
Silly Roger, the tubby little fool
Categories:
stodge, children, funny, school,
Form: Rhyme