My occasional Godson, Jeremy reliably informed me that poetry will be extinct by the year 2040. Please give what you can ...
Poem
this hum
There was this hum in the air from nothing much in particular - just a collective mix abuzz from bits of things & stuff. So I decided to join in & with a Trad. Folk tune didst bombinate - in the hope that music might catch on & this drone elevate then dominate. It remained a solo effort ...
4 tuner
Find a penny pick it up & all that day you'll have top luck. Assuming you weren't hit by a bus as you bent over, or subsequently had your good fortune cancelled out - by uncovering a 4 leaf clover. Don't get cocky ...
mister roget was creationist scum
Well of course the Thesaurus has been an absolute godsend of a cheeky - handy - sumit else tome, since the time - period & era that its fellow dinosaurs roamed. & hen 1 day evolved chicken pox unwell - the others all got spots & died away, technically a book no, not actually a reptile - but it still it endures now to this so very day ...
blame-blame-blame-blame-blame
Poor Oedipus was blind from birth pre & post-gouged eyes, oh why can't these meddlesome shepherd types ignore exposed infant's cries ? He was left there for top reason as sure as Steve is short for Stephen & now a plague has terwatted Thebes, plus all that shite that kicked off with his folks like - a complete lack of foresight & a fucking tragedy ...
a fossil-related poem
Will we too in turn - due course become fossilized, i.e petrified but not terrified & thoroughly behind the times ? Only to be rediscovered & reappear so very alien like a Space Vole or Ginger Chimera ? - 'Look Dad, it's from The Vaguely Poetic Era' ...
umbraless
Could you loan us y' shadow if only for a few hours, under some informal shady lease ? As I was born without 1 - despite not being a vampire, I promise you'll get it all back in 1 piece ...
god in a windmill
I'd love to find God in a working old windmill, or on a moorland walk in Winterland undeterred by the cold plus wind chill. Or larking in my local rec' / park behind the dark side of the slide, whilst childishly pretending that he's still invisible - & then it would be my turn to hide ...
the month of the 3 easters
As any so-called egghead worth their weight in wheat will tell you - September is a month of 3 Easters. The 1st 1's dead-cert lovely, the last 1's bloody nasty - & the middle 1 well that could mimic either. Yes, number I it makes us all smile & number III is so fucking vile - & number II it transmits by ear. Oh, as any knowledgeable fountain worth their flow in nouse will inform you - there are 17.4 Easters in every Colander Year ...
can i borrow a pen?
I don't suppose there's any chance that I could borrow a pen ? 1 is soon to become a wealthy sheikh -I'll bless you back with a 1000 & 10. Plus wives & camels, now there's 1 for the annals & it's all just a matter of when. So be it ballpoint, quill or Biro -Oh I don't really mind no. As right now I could truly murder 1 o' them ...
resarf poetry 