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Who am I

I ponder! Debate, deliberate, contemplate.
Who am I?

From nothingness I’m thrust into this world.
Who am I?

Is this a test? A game? A dream? An illusion? 
Who am I?

No memory of where I came from, no proof of where I’ll go.
Who am I?

So many options. So many theories. They cannot all be right!
Who am I?

I look up to the sky. Is it real? Are we alone?
Who am I? 

My inner self, my conscience. Is that the truth?
Who am I?

Faith, prayer, hope, fear.
Who am I?

Do I have to wait until I die? I need to know.
Who am I?




Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019



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Homeless

Whoever finds themselves alone,
To make their bed a slab of stone,
Goes there but for the grace of I
To contemplate the reason why.

Who knows the journey each have led?
The horrors which they may have fled.
Financial ruin is one such fate,
Or just hard luck, the loss is great!

And so, a life where pride is lost
To forage bins at any cost.
Where passersby will turn their heads
To go home to their comfy beds.

A placard scratched out more in hope
Disguises that they fail to cope
And thus, the empty cups reveal
The hopelessness they can’t conceal.

The cold and bitter winters night,
The cardboard box for which they’ll fight,
May stave off hypothermia
But do little for insomnia!

It’s miserable to say the least,
The fact that they will never feast
Or just to shower, enjoy a cuddle,
Instead a lowly fire they huddle.

Have we now become so cruel?
Whereby society will often drool
On celebrities who matter not,
Whilst these poor souls are thus forgot! 

Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2019

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The hippo and the kangaroo

A hippo and a kangaroo
were in a bar in Kathmandu. 
The hippo ordered a cold beer,
let us make that very clear.
The kangaroo on the other hand
was clever enough to understand
that getting drunk in Katmandu
is not the wisest thing to do!

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Poetry Soup

What is this thing called Poetry Soup?
I googled it thinking, is this a coup? 
A place for many a brilliant mind
to share their verses of a varied kind. 

A community of happy and troubled souls,
real people, diverse with different goals, 
who exchange empathy, concern or praise
and post their poems so awareness they raise.

Each fraught with doubt but write they must do,
for the benefit of thousands, just like me and you.
They write for the love, not recognition as such,
in the hope you enjoy, ever so much!




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Snotty nose

Is this just a curse that follows me around?
For I’m only five years old, three feet off the ground,
Playing inside or out, I get the sniffles bad,
I wish this was a nose I never had!

I sniffle all day, as the green slime grows,
Where it comes from? Nobody knows.
I wipe the snot on my right shirt sleeve,
It gives me somewhat of a temporary reprieve.

My mum wipes my nose with a man size tissue,
Pinching my nose hard, as if it’s a big issue.
‘Now play outside and be sure to wipe your nose!’
She says as the snot continually grows!

The slime forms on my lip, it’s sweet to taste,
Best that I lick it off, shouldn’t go to waste.
Will I ever get rid of this horrible grime? 
Or will I always be saddled with this yucky slime.


Copyright © Ronald D Thompson | Year Posted 2020



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Through your eyes

Through your eyes

Is the sky blue and the grass green?
It has to be because I’ve seen.
But your green might be my blue, 
I’m sorry that just wouldn’t do.
If the sky you see is my red,
I think I’d lie down in my bed. 
What if your grass is my pink?
I’d have to say that would stink!
Pink grass and red sky,
Dear oh dear, I’d surely die!
I’m glad my blue is my blue,
As far as I’m concerned that will do.
And I like my grass the green I see, 
For how else could it ever be?
Don’t want to see through your eyes,
Just might scare me with surprise! 

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What is his name

The party’s going well, the drinks are flowing fast,
When someone saunters over from my long and distant past.
‘Hello’ I say sheepishly, for his name I do not know,
Is it Frank or maybe Steve? I hope it doesn’t show. 

‘Where are you working these days?’ a fishing exercise, 
But I still don’t know his name, something I’m struggling to disguise.
‘I’m sorry’ he says ‘but I cannot place your name’
‘Me neither’ I reply ‘ but it’s Ronnie all the same’.

11th November 2019
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When your day goes wrong

No, no, no!! It’s half past ten!
So what happened to my alarm then?
A power cut!! That’s just my luck.
And now the toilet door is stuck!!

Brushing my teeth I hear a crack,
Oh no it's my front tooth cap,
I’m smiling with a toothless grin!
And the dentist cannot fit me in!’

The warning light tells me one thing,
My petrol tank has nothing in!
And the station’s twenty miles away,
To get there I can only pray.

The cyclist on the inner lane,
Shakes his fist, it’s all in vain,
For I’m driving like a man possessed,
A flash - a speeding fine no less! 

A message appears on my phone
It’s the missus, she needs a lift home
I have to assume that’s what she text
As I seem to have misplaced my reading specs!

Now my cell phone battery is low!
And the signal has no bars on show!
And each and every traffic light
Is showing red, as if to spite. 

Oh no!! What is that up ahead?
Traffic cones all white and red! 
The diversion is twenty miles,
But I soldier on - I’m in denial.

The flat tyre is the final straw,
I’ve no petrol and what’s more
I know it's a pointless task to fight
When your day doesn’t start out right!







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The Shopping List

It’s all of three feet long, in order it is not,
And then there’s all the other stuff she’s probably forgot,
The first thing on the list, it simply just says, ‘beans’,
Is that broad beans, baked beans, whatever does she mean?

Next is the marmalade, there’s a hundred in the store,
And if I get it wrong she’ll say, ‘it’s the one I had before!!’
There goes another ping, it’s the fifth message to date,
‘Don’t forget the milk’ it reads, ‘if you can accommodate?’

Next it is the bread - brown and white and crust,
With a helpful little note saying, ‘the thickness I’m not fussed!’
But the note that takes the biscuit states, ‘get something for tea!’
Now is that for the both of us or possibly just me?

Course the final item on the list takes me back to the first aisle,
It’s another lengthy trip, so far I’ve clocked a mile. 
I reach the checkout desk and there goes another ping,
It says ‘tomato sauce, oxo cubes and a pack of chicken wings.’

The checkout girl senses, my frustration and dismay,
By honestly enquiring, if I’m having a good day,
But I look at all the stuff she is bleeping at the till
And wonder how, with three bags, I’ll ever fit it in! 

At home comes the inquest of each item I have bought,
And all items not listed, I’m well and truly caught!
The marmalade is wrong, the butter isn’t light,
But think I’ve done quite well as it’s fifty percent right! 




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I

Is it I or is it me?
I’m a little confused you see!
I can be part of us, or they, 
Or we, who’s to say?
I can be referred to as one,
Not much fun!
What about thee?
Is that still me?
Then again, thou, 
Not right somehow.
Some refer to I as dude,
That’s just crude
Or even mate,
Not great.
If you’re a girl then it’s gal,
For a boy it’s pal.
In certain cases, Miss or Mister,
That could just be sinister!
Some say, ‘hey you,’
Luckily only a few.
For some it’s ‘what’s a name’?
Such a shame.
Some terms are not so nice,
Might come at a price!
Some say darling or love,
Heaven’s above.
Worse still chuck,
That’s bad luck.
I’ve even heard blue or slim,
Blimey that’s grim.
If it’s kiddo,
Then you’ve yet to grow.
Some say he or she,
That’s obviously not me.
I it has to be,
Then for sure I know it’s me.

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