My stuff.

[prendrelemick]

I have a plan to stick all my poem stuff here, because it is scattered about the poem contest thread at the moment, and I am not organised enough to keep it anywhere else. This is vanity of course.

[prendrelemick]

A photo of saturn.

Cold, cold beauty,
Pristine and pure,
Ringed with glittering ice,
Haloed with borrowed light.
Perfect.

We see you now,
Framed and displayed,
laid bare to our fatuous stare,
But you remain aloof and lovely,
As only a cold beauty can.

[prendrelemick]

photo of a dead bird.

Jimmy and Ben. (skipping song)

Jimmy an' Ben sittin on a wire,
Say Jimmy to Ben,
We bin here for a' hour
It's time we was up,
An stretchin our wings,
flyin' aroun' an doin' bird t'ings.

Sez Ben.
Its nice up here jus sittin an singin,
Watchin the world,
An essent-chally chillin,
But Jimmy he say
Up, up, an' away,
I'll race yer' roun' the dock of the bay.

And off they went to swoop and fly,
Till Ben hit a window,
(he thought it was sky.)

[Jack of Hearts]

Oups repeat!

[prendrelemick]

Goddit already jack!



I turn the soil with my Grandad's fork,
Fat handled, ash shafted,
Polished, stained, ingrained,
With the sweat from his hand.
I turn the soil He turned.

Potatoes lie deep
Like old bones of warriors underground,
I dig them out with my Grandad's fork
I dig out my Grandad,
Memories and taties together.
I collect them up in a bucket,
And bring them inside

[prendrelemick]

The Sage is Occupied,
Over-run by philosophy,
Pouring in through breaches,
Sacking the citadel,
Piling the spoils in the market place,
There's gold in those heaps.

His wife happens by,
And gently Kisses the top of his ear,
Teaching without verbosity,
The worth of his philosophy

[prendrelemick]

Infinite Monkeys

Infinite monkeys,
Typing.

Words come up,
And down.
(Simian grammar is complex.)

Arranged for,

Describing
A
Ripening
Kumquat tree or fig.

A
N
D

Suddenly (after a thousand years or more,)
Tails prehensile,
Or thumbs opposable,
Rampaging and chattering over infinite keys,
Manufacture a sentence,
(Young Gibbons learn fast.)

Not Shakespeare – yet,
Infinity has still a way still to run.
Gibbonish hands,
Hold up the words in triumph.
“Twas a dark and stormy night.”

[prendrelemick]

Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet...

Hey! that's Ms Muffet to you and not so much of the Little and whadya mean tuffet are you referring to my *** curds and whey with my lactose intolerance you're kidding right I aint scared of you and I aint scared of no spider!

Oh! it's quite big isn't it

[AuntShecky]

I've read all of 'em so far, and methinks you're on to something. Keep 'em comin'.

[Lokasenna]

Always a good idea to keep one's poetry in one place - and you've got some excellent stuff here. I was particularly taken with the 'Grandad' poem - very evocative, and some superb imagery being employed there.

[prendrelemick]

The Highwayman -sort of.

The wind was a torrent of smogness among the neon signs
The moon was a ghostly galleon caught up in the power lines
The road was a ribbon of tail-lights across the urban moor
And the stockbroker came driving
Driving, driving,
In his BMW driving, up to the motel door.

He'd a burberry scarf around his neck, and a rolex round his wrist
A coat of blackened silk he wore and he smelt of lavender mist
His Brogues were the softest leather and made to the best design
And he came with his teeth a-twinkle
His cufflinks all a-twinkle
His i-phone five, a-twinkle under the motel sign.

.........and I can't be bothered any more.

[prendrelemick]

It's
Risky
At my age,
To look in the mirror,
'Cos a stranger stares back.
Have the years been so unkind,
To leave my face so haggard and lined.

[prendrelemick]

The Lips of Mae


Lips
Lushly,
Plumped,
Puckerous,
Voluptuous,
Plumpalicious,
Voliplumptious,
Labialiciously,
Volulipness
Puckeriplump
Plumpavolupty,
Luxlylabialnes
Plumplylushe
lushalicious
Lippylabial
Lipolabia.
Bouche
Sofa.

[prendrelemick]

A Bonny Lass Wi' a Long Long Face.

Aye, a bonnie lass wi a long long face who wore a braw red hat.
When I axed her for a Highland fling, she turned me down right flat,
Come away sez I we'll dance a reel, together you an' me,
Yer Mammy'll never need to know, yer Daddy's too drunk to see.

I will na' do what ye have asked, I canna dance wi' thee,
I wear mi' hat so bright an red so Rab'll notice me,
For he's the wan who has mi heart, 'an who I wait here for,
So ax another, there's mony a lass 'll spin yer roun' the floor.

Aye a bonnie lass in a braw red hat, but not the girl for me,
An' lang she'll wait for Rabbie Brown, for he's away to sea,
Aye, lang she'll wait for Rabbie Brown, for he's away to sea.

[prendrelemick]

I've read all of 'em so far, and methinks you're on to something. Keep 'em comin'.

Always a good idea to keep one's poetry in one place - and you've got some excellent stuff here. I was particularly taken with the 'Grandad' poem - very evocative, and some superb imagery being employed there.

Thankyou.

I keep wondering "What was I thinking when I wrote that ?"