i need to know what's going on
we're barren over here, yet over there
look at them smugly reading the NEWS
'can you throw one over pal?'
he pretends not to hear me
and looks down the platform
he's pretending to see if his train is about to
arrive, thomas and friends, and it won't be
here soon, so wind it in
i give up and wonder why
platform 1, surely the pinnacle,
has been abandoned of any recreation
although next to my son
is a miniscule glass bottle of whisky
which implies someone was having fun without me there
has peace been achieved?
has the new plastic waste initiative justified government intervention?
how many wickets do we need this morning?
i yell these at the man over on platform 2
i am then taken away
and hope to be a headline in the morning
Categories:
wickets, anxiety, extended metaphor,
Form: Free verse
Hurricane Trump when made landfall
The commotion spelled heavy toll --
His big-ticket orders
Flashed red on the borders,
Watches he in triumphs
Wickets fell around stumps,
Sure, warming was ne’er more global.
_______________________
Happenings |36.01.2025| humour, USA
Note: On the very day he took presidential oath, Trump signed a slew of executive orders: exiting WHO and Paris Accord, national emergency on southern border, visa curbs, barring asylum, et al. He almost issued a global warning, and the warming never looked more global.
Categories:
wickets, humor, usa,
Form: Limerick
Written: April 21, 2024 For Andrea Dietrich Andaree Contest
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Worry and stress weigh heavy on my spirit.
Lately, scowling is my lone licit!
Donning threads I don't desire.
I heave and acquire.
Deep. Dismay!
mire
Life gameplay
Will you tire this dire
Expand; love; improve higher -
Your psyche and flesh are your wickets.
Life isn't obvious, some concern, much merit.
Categories:
wickets, bereavement, life,
Form: Rhyme
Hungry cricketers score more runs and take more wickets,
Hungry Doctors tend to make new medical breakthroughs'
Hungry children produce less waste,
Hungry people are more likely to come in out of the cold and join the fold,
Hungry worms make for better soil.
A hunger for friends as children mostly produces smart adults,
A hunger for bread forces more to bake,
A hunger for the truth produces more who are literate,
A hunger for perfection produces great tradespeople,
A hunger for success reduces the number on the benefit,
A hunger for acknowledgement gets more people out of the house,
A hunger for peace means less chance of war,
A hunger for good poems makes poetry soup taste better.
A thirst for knowledge is what sets Humans apart.
Categories:
wickets, adventure, age, appreciation, art,
Form: Burlesque
bag of spiders,
lair contained,
unless
shaken and poured
it’s raining spiders -
spiders reigning…its a downpour
bag of spiders, spidermen
weaving webs - oh what wild webs conceived
spiderlings take rappelling lessons -
humans repelled by sticky wickets…
a trampoline buffet.
lacy architecture unique.
Eight Leggers Grill capitalizes
on an insect infestation.
bag of spiders, they’re no cocooned butterflies.
arachnid’s legs running loose, climbing
into cracks, crevices and corners,
on the loose…
Categories:
wickets, humor,
Form: Free verse
On manicured outfields
seeded and sown,
the middle rolled and closely mown.
End to end,wicket to wicket
the languid tempo of village cricket.
In fields enclosed with sheep in flocks,
wooden pavilions &rickety score-box.
On the boundary rope,high ambitions
live in hope.
Runs come from cut and glide
as players flag in the fielding side.
The rivals taking guard after tea,a run a minute,
with inhibitions free.
Hit wicket,lbw and run-out
the wickets fell the fast bowler
ending the match with his second spell.
Categories:
wickets, sports,
Form: Rhyme
I think I know something in these fraught times
Several arguments later and debates
Accusations that I don’t at all chime
They have the gall to charge me with their hate
And now I know something which is not grime
Bro, I looked high and low for the answers
But they concealed themselves behind thickets
The knowledge I needed was a rogue star
And hell-hound bowlers knocked out my wickets
I then thought I would not get very far
I think I now know something through the fogs
Something that can now be nicely cogent
Something I won’t throw to the red fire logs
I’ve gotten it and my long search is spent
I know this thing: I’ve clean gone to the dogs
Categories:
wickets, emotions, silly,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
On this landmark an image stands...
statue of a man.
Man of honor and talent,
admiration of any man.
Born with great love for country
Died with one heart of chivalry.
Studied in different schools,
aced all subjects in drools.
A man gifted with excellence.
Shared great works in pickets,
Cured many patients without wickets.
A man of great stature,
No man may be able to equalize.
A man of great sorrow,
Sacrificed himself for tomorrow.
Fellowmen freed to visualize.
So much more can be said
About a man of enviable skills
Young and old have all laid
Heroism of a small man...
Bigger, higher than hills.
Categories:
wickets, hero, memorial, memory,
Form: Idyll (Idyl)
Out of a neon jungle the big cats prowl
the wind in the willows unrecovered,
for when the cats and wind begin to howl
I am stoned and the boys truly mothered!
So I rip in and bowl an inswinger
and rap ‘em on the pads…”howzat?” I shout,
pivoting to see a pointing finger,
but the bastard umpire says “Not Out!”.
Behold the shot, the call of “no, yes, no”…
a sledge and slog on the concrete wickets
and puffs of stupefying herb billow
the post-match bar in the oak tree pickets.
For a play and a prey the big cats reign
when the Leopards are loose in The Domain.
Written: November 1992
Pic above is of Auckland Domain.
*The Leopards are a cricket team.
*Cricket bats are made from willow trees.
*Mothered is slang for extremely drunk.
*Inswinger is a type of bowling delivery.
*If a bowler appeals to an umpire for a
dismissal and he agrees the batsman is
out he points and raises his finger.
*Sledge is a cutting insulting remark.
Categories:
wickets, friend, games, sports,
Form: Sonnet
The ball of the century that took Gatting’s wicket
The best leg spinner of the game called cricket
A larrikin son of the Great South Land
He had an arsenal of balls at his command
The sun shone brightly when he appeared
There was only one Warney oh how we cheered
The team towered higher when he was around
With 708 Test wickets was a record so renown
His wrongun and googly were something to see
He’d bowl you around your legs so great was he
So we remember him as the all time great
Now bowling to Bradman a heavenly team mate.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
wickets, sports,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Grey skies sure bring down our spirits
Affecting our thinking and clouding our wickets
No one's immune
As cloudy skies loom
We go wiggy and lose control of our biscuit
Categories:
wickets, sad,
Form: Limerick
It's said each piece of chocolate shortens life by 2 minutes
By that calculation, I'm dead... died in 1543, don't have any limits
You may think I'm daft
Looney toons in the aft
But statistics don't lie, they just cloud your wickets
Categories:
wickets, silly,
Form: Limerick
Grey skies sure can bring down our spirits
They affect our thinking and cloud our wickets
No one's immune
As cloudy skies loom
They cause us to go wiggy and lose our biscuits
Categories:
wickets, motivation,
Form: Limerick
It's said each piece of chocolate shortens life by 2 minutes
By that calculation, I'm dead... died in 1543, don't have any limits
You may think I'm daft
Looney toons in the aft
But statistics don't lie, they just cloud your wickets
Categories:
wickets, chocolate,
Form: Limerick
Round and smooth, cool in your palm,
you lean back and let them soar,
cutting cleanly down to walk on water.
They skip, shining wickets
glancing in the silver light slipping low.
You turn,
letting fly a stream of words,
impulsive and precipitous,
that drop into my heart one stone.
Copyright, November 10, 2017
Categories:
wickets, betrayal, heartbreak, relationship,
Form: Free verse
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