Category Archives: Poetry

Last Call

Weird is a word,

In a wacky old way.

Whimsy is fun,

But not every day.

 

Laugh when it tickles,

And let yourself be.

Take flight with your fancy,

There’s so much to see.

 

No planes and no boats,

No trains hurtling far.

The wings of your mind,

Go beyond with no car.

 

I want to go crazy,

Be the person I am.

I’ll see it and do it,

Into living I’ll cram.

 

Never be sorry,

For living it all.

Cuz one day it comes,

The final last call.

 

In For A Penny

A shiny new penny,

Mint fresh from the bank.

Crossing the palms,

Of a Clint or a Hank.

 

The journey it’s had,

It’s perils unknown.

To a fountain perhaps,

One day it was thrown.

 

Lost was the penny,

Alone in the dirt.

Tossed from the pocket,

Of a young woman’s skirt.

 

Perhaps kept in a jar,

For decades untold.

The journey’s not over,

There’s more to unfold.

 

A child’s favourite coin,

Was once in a box.

Hidden from view,

Just under the socks.

 

An actor once flipped,

That polished up prop.

For his role in a movie,

As a villain or cop.

 

Our penny has journeyed,

In distance and time.

A life in the sunshine,

And others in grime.

 

The dimes and the quarters,

They all have a place.

But the penny’s held dear,

In a long state of grace.

 

Some words are remembered,

Like our copper sublime.

In vernacular speech,

It surely does shine.

 

One for your thoughts,

Another to save.

Songs to be sung,

Our penny so brave.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Rainbow Moments

A second in time,

Never before seen.

But special the colour,

In blue, red and green.

 

So very dear,

And then it is gone.

But the memory remains,

With each breath that is drawn.

 

A vision in colour,

It plays in your mind.

Your life becomes better,

The memory entwined.

 

Believe in yourself,

Be the best you can be.

And those moments of rainbows,

You always will see.

 

Poo Soup   

I am sure I misheard,

The words that you said.

You asked if I’d rather,

Consider you dead?

 

I know that’s not right,

But it’s now in my head.

Such silly old me,

You asked about bread!

 

There’s soup on the menu,

I like that, I do.

What’s on today?

You say that it’s poo?

 

Creamed, you continue,

It’s special you see.

I know this is wrong,

But, with a chaser of pee?

 

This restaurant is new,

With a speciality palate.

I’m trying to grasp,

So, the onion’s a shallot?

 

I long for the day,

When food was a breeze.

A coffee was simple,

And sweets were a tease.

 

Now latte’s are half-fat,

And waste’s on the menu.

I don’t understand,

That food’s now a venue!

 

I’ll just drink my tea,

And snack on a chip.

Maybe I’m asleep,

And this is a trip!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Felonious Fetish

I am here to confess,

To a serious crime.

I am planning it out,

It may take some time.

 

But wicked and evil,

And nasty, I’m sure.

A felonious act,

Will soon now occur.

 

I have thought it all through,

And I am going to commit.

An act so depraved,

You will deem me unfit.

 

But things now are rough,

In these desperate times.

I just may be crazy,

But still, it all rhymes!

 

I will stop using commas

And my meaning may slip.

Confusion a constant

But still sharp as a whip!

 

Now I know you are thinking

That woman is mad.

But I’ll bet you did smile

At least just a tad?

 

Then my work here is done

For the moment at least

Til the next time perhaps

When I surprise a wee beast

A New Year

And so it begins,

A New Year is born.

A chance to make changes,

An Old Year to mourn.

 

We take up the mantle,

To plan a direction,

So much is amiss,

And needs a correction.

 

The future is ours,

To mold, to make fit.

The question of course,

Is can we admit?

 

Mistakes have been made.

And evil has been done.

But we have the strength,

To approach it as one.

 

Together and wise,

Let our will be conceived.

And just as we’d hoped,

A bright future achieved.

 

 

Swaddling Clothes

 

So long ago a child was born,

In swaddling clothes He lay.

Sheep and cattle gathered near,

And wise men kneeled to pray.

 

As time went by upon the earth,

This child had years to grow.

Once He sought a temple’s scribes,

To tell them what to know.

 

The Son did speak His Father’s words,

Of love and trust and truth.

Others must be taught to know,

The principles of this youth.

 

He lived His life each every day,

By the tenets of which he spoke.

They form the basis of our lives,

As one we must invoke.

 

So long ago a man did die,

In swaddling clothes he lay.

He gave His life for all of us,

And now it’s time to pray.

 

 

This Christmas Morning

Christmas morning is here,

And with it the holiday cheer.

With a glass of eggnog,

It’ll clear up the fog,

Then magic will surely appear!

 

Santa has been in the night,

And he makes everything right.

From on top of a sleigh,

He guides the new day,

And suddenly everything’s bright!

 

Now this morn I wish to impart,

Words that are said from the heart.

With love and compassion,

It is the new fashion,

Perhaps we’ll get a new start!

 

This year has come to an end,

To all that I now count as friend.

The world is so big,

But I don’t give a fig,

Blessing to you all I do send!

 

The Christmas That Almost Wasn’t

Vixen had a nasty cold,

Do you know this tale?

The team was now in danger,

Could Christmas truly fail?

 

Santa shook his head in woe,

And Rudolph gave a snort.

Blitzen shed a reindeer tear,

And Dasher did retort:

 

“Never will it happen…

That Christmas will not be!

There is no greater crisis,

That I could ever see!”

 

Prancer then did prance around,

And Dancer joined his friend.

Comet pose a quiet query:

“Could Christmas this year end?”

 

Donner simply stood stared,

When Cupid asked a question.

“What if there could be a cure?

Perhaps a kind suggestion . . . ?”

 

“Join your hands around the world,

And look to the sky above.

Fill your minds with only peace,

And fill your hearts with love.”

 

All the children around their homes,

In parks and public places.

Gathered in their multitude,

And prayed for Christmas graces!

 

Tis the time of miracles,

A time when prayers are heard.

Soon there was a mighty sneeze,

And lo our Vixon stirred!

 

Our hero soon was very well,

Because we all behaved!

Joy erupted everywhere,

Christmas had been saved!

 

 

A Snowball’s Chance

He was brought into being,

On a cold winter’s night.

Two warring young factions,

And a friendly snow fight.

 

He was cold and quite round,

With a definite flair.

His head full of snow,

Instead of with hair.

 

He flew through the sky,

With an abundance of glee.

Then splat it was over,

On the side of a tree.

 

He picked himself up,

And patted his head.

“No more of this!”,

I think that he said.

 

He played in the snow,

But away from the boys.

“Life is for living,

I’m not one of their toys!”

 

Seasons do change,

At least here in the north.

And soon it was warmer,

The flowers burst forth.

 

Everyone thought,

Their snow friends had gone,

Perhaps then next winter,

Once again, they’d be spawn.

 

But our hero of note,

Had just made a plan.

He’d stay though the seasons,

And come forth as a man.

 

On a warm summer’s day,

When the freezer is humming.

Behind ice cubes and creams,

He might just be slumming.

 

So, remember these words,

As you shiver with cold.

Our hero is near,

He’ll never grow old.