Rhymes or Reason

It's late, now there's an opening for a poem, a story, a film, a TV mini-series, or a play. But no, all I said was 'it's late'.

Never mind, see what the fingers have been up to below! (Now there's a rude thought for you!! )

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Moving fingers!

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Where the moving finger writes
there's a smudge of blue
it looks just like a fingerprint
except it's smeared and set like glue

so on we go to the next letter
it's going to make a word
or at least that's what I've heard
so let's hope this one's better

better that is than the one before
that took some time to compose
a bit like a piece of music you know
all dots and joined up lines I s'pose

they're all joined up in boxes of lines
like an essay on ruled paper (feint)
as they say on the notepads of mine
but then again perhaps they ain't

who knows if I nose around a lot
I might find the bloke who's jotting
all this stuff down to make a poem
and as such you'd expect some rhythm

but sadly that seems lacking here
although you know I've tried my dear
I just can't seem to get them out
those pesky words mess me about
it makes me want to scream and shout
but all I ever do is pout

and stick my tongue out at the paper
lying there so clean and white
and though I try with all my might
I just can't seem to get it right
but I'm not going to sit here all night
I've got a bed to go to tonight
so I'll end it here and say 'Goodnight!'

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See you Tunes day!

 

You will BJ.
Sweet dreams. X

 

Well, it's dark outside. Night time is here, and so's this ditty all about it.

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Dark Night

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The darkness fades as morning comes
dawn is peeking through the gloom
soon the day will bluster in
and force the dark night to become

shadows

hidden in the corners
and behind the walls and doors
where daylight tries to cower them
and its laws now enforce

but still where daylight fails to reach
the night stays hidden there
inside drawers and cupboards
and underneath the stairs

and anywhere that it can dwell
until the day recedes
then it returns both safe and well
time is all it needs

for night and darkness are the same
although we give each its own name
and when the day ends it reclaims
its rightful place as king
and rules till the new day begins

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Tomorrow is Wodin's Day. I'll bet he's sore at Thor for following him every week since time immemorial!

 

My thoughts were drifting like a cloud across the sky, when I suddenly thought....

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Drifters

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Out of the cloud and into the sun
away from the mist and out to the clear
sliding through air can be so much fun
and it's something that those who've done it hold dear

the feel of the wind as it's breeched by the wing
that cuts through the air with such grace
the glint of the sunshine reflected on curving
white surface into the cabin and onto the face
of the pilot who's watching the sky all around
as he moves through the air with such ease
gliding along powered only by weight
and lifted by thermals that spiral the breeze

the sound of the air as it rushes on past
the clear plastic canopy over his head
tells him his speed whether slow or too fast
and backed up by the speed gauge that's easily read

and so he proceeds from his base to his goal
which may be many hours away
it all depends on where the wind blows
and the clouds that provide him the way
to stay in the air using rising air's heat
as it spirals aloft to form clouds
without them the lift will be sparse and quite weak
and he'll have to come down to the ground

so when the clouds form a street in the sky
look for the gliders they could be close by
circling beneath them as they rise and then fly
on to the next one to climb
once more to the cloudbase
then out to the sunshine
to make the next hop on the way
what a wonderful method of passing the day

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See you Thor's Day!

 

Brilliant BJ

 

I was just sitting here thinking (it's not something I do often you understand!) and I thought.....

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Time to go

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It's a long way down and even further back up
when you finally reach the bottom
at the end of your journey you want to give up
and don't want to deal with the problem

the problem of how to escape once more
when you've served your time in purgatory
and you're free to go
but you don't know
how to climb back to unsullied territory

for the time you spend will come to an end
and you'll want to float quickly away
but you're so far gone
you can't seem to go on
not even for just one more day

so you wait and you wait and procrastinate
trying to decide what to do
should you climb up
or sneeze and then hiccough
as the fumes begin to get through

for the dirty grey atmosphere wasn't so bad
when you had to be there all the time
but now that you're free
you can finally see
the pollution is part of the crime

the criminal state of paranoia and hate
that you had to endure for so long
it's what you were trapped in
flesh wrapped in weak skin
but it's not where you really belong

for the end of your sentence is finally here
you can fly out from your prison bars
so discard all your things
and just spread your wings
then leap off this world to the stars

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See you Frixxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxday!!

 

I was reading about the stuff going on in Arizona today, where there's an audit of the Nov, Presidential elections. Apparently the local election officials chose to delete all the databases showing how people voted. Hmmm! Very suspicious. It inspired my latest mental ramblings below.

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Democratic dreams

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The vote is called the die is cast
mistakes were made, but will not last
all things must be accounted for
and when they are and payment's passed
why then the people will assume
that all is done to bring about
an equitable peace at last

a peace that renders war as past
and promises so much it seems
that while we strive to climb the hill
our opportunities reveal
that though we had all hoped to seal
the future now and old wounds heal

our disappointment's not allowed
to dampen our enthusiasm
for gaining ground and filling chasms
of knowledge which can overcome
our fear of failure, it can't come
to rule our lives the way it did
before the ballot boxes lids
were opened for us all to vote
and put an end to what we hoped
was greed, corruption, bribes and graft
instead we hoped to bring about
a better way for us to shout
but will it work we'll never know
it will take lifetimes till it shows

meanwhile we hope and pray it may
continue now along the way
of peace and knowledge after all
that help prevent another fall
from grace into the arms of evil
no, we wish the second Eve will
eat the fruit but not then sin
by letting Adam get within
her virgin spirit now displayed
for him to use for sudden gain
and turn her innocence to pain
as she discovers much too late
the serpent wants her for a mate
but holding in her arms she will
ensure the serpent never kills
the pure and tranquil life in Eden
wherein we would wish to dwell
and not this current Earthly Hell

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See you all on Saturn's Day (or Scatterday!)

 

There I was, stood in me garage, putting an engine together, when Boooooooom! Thunder and bloody lightning!! Where on earth did that come from? It was only the one clap though, thank goodness, but after that the rain came, and at times it rained so hard it was splashing in through the garage door and onto my feet! So I wrote this -->

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Thunderainbow!

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Rolling thunder, time to get under
cover till it rolls on by
the dark clouds gather, we're under the weather
whether we like it or just want to cry
it was going to be warm, you know the form
sunshine and clouds and usually dry
but then they came and it started to rain
from an ever darkening sky
so now we're stuck, just as lightning struck
and the ground began to shake
I looked around, but then I found
a rainbow across from the lake
reflected in ripples like water fed dimples
that look like a water borne quake
when the raindrops hit and the lake surface pits
to a sound like a mad rattlesnake
but the droplets of water by the rainbow are altered
to droplets of cascading colour
they fall in a torrent both hard yet transparent
without them it would certainly be duller
with just the dark clouds the sky is a shroud
it covers all that we can see
I hope it's just passing, and won't be too lasting
or the day'll be a write off for me

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See you tomorrow, and let's hope it's a bit drier than today.

 

i AM stealing that poem for Rainbows bar. xxx

 

Short one tonight. I thought I'd take a break.

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Time for tea!

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"Time for a break!" the old man said
and slowly putting down his tools
he took two steps back from his bench
it was one of his unspoken rules

to stand away from where his work was
when he chose to rest a while
then filling the kettle and putting it on
the stove his grimace turned to a smile

at that moment the kitchen door
burst open and in strode his busy wife
"Ee wants to know when it'll be ready!"
she said as he stood sharpening a knife

at this he gripped his chin and thought
'Hmm I know, I'll have some fun'
"Tell 'im it'll be ready Wednesday" he said
"but don't you tell 'im exactly which one!"

they stood and smirked at one another
in the kitchen by the sink
and as the kettle boiled away
there was the sound of tea cups clinking

time to savour, time to rest
enjoy the flavour, it's the best
a cup of tea when all is told
there's nothing better to behold
so take a break from all your woes
put on the kettle, sit down here
and when you hear the wistle blow
it's time for tea, a drop of cheer

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Mooooonday tomorrow, and back to work for some, but mustn't forget to have a break every now and then.

 

Wonderful as always BJ x

 

There I was working away in my shed, when all of a sudden there it was, gone! It had gone all dark outside. Where'd the day go I wondered?

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Night and day

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Where is the day now the night is here
it's run away from the darkness
there's nothing to see and little to hear
when the sun's gone the world is just heartless

all the movement and life has deserted us now
all that's left is the overcast shadow
the night has taken all that was out on show
and left us with little to follow
so we rest and relax and get some shut eye
now the time for sleep has arrived
we can drift away from it all in our dreams
and tomorrow we'll wake more alive

the two halves of the day are so different
if it weren't for the lamps that we've made
at night we'd do nothing but lay down to sleep
but instead we can lengthen the day
by staying up late, going out to see friends
having a meal or a drink at the pub
we can all carry on till our energy ends
or go on through the night at a club

yet when morning comes to visit once more
we wake up as though from a trance
have breakfast get dressed and then rush out the door
with nary a back looking glance
the day has returned and while the sun burns
we're busy about all our business
and though it feels right to enjoy the light
working still makes us feel restless
so we wait for the night, the absence of light
that will signal the evening's begun
we'll go our own way, no more work we'll just play
till tomorrow's return of the sun

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Tunes day tomorrow. That should be 'mus'ical. Let's hope we're a'mus'ed.

 

Wonderful as always BJ.

 

Early one today, but then again, it's about morning, so it's appropriate.

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Reflections of the morning

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I looked across to see your face
you looked angelic lying there
in lingerie all edged with lace
your long and lustrous wavy hair
spread across the soft white pillow
no other with you can compare
your slender fingers like a willow
resting on the duvet cover

the subtle light of early morning
comes through the window making play
with shadows to cast shapes adorning
walls like building out of clay
a moving picture we can see
if when we open bleary eyes
we look up at the walls around us
curiousity makes us rise
to find the source of inspiration
for these shadow puppets all
that dance upon the surface of
our brightly painted bedroom walls

but now you're stirring as you wake
I see you smile though still quite sleepy
knowing that you need to slake
your thirst you sit and drinking deeply
empty your glass of sparkling water
on the bedside table there
then turning to me I see laughter
in your eyes as you watch me stare
and in return I smile at you as
you poke out your tongue in jest
and try to grab you by your arm
but accidentally touch your breast
you pout as though you've been offended
but I see from your wicked grin
that nothing further from the truth
could be the thoughts that move within
the pretty head upon your shoulders
lovely shoulders as they be
and wrap them up in my embrace
as you in turn now embrace me

and so another day begins for us
two lovers lying here
another day of peace and leisure
experiencing both together
hoping that these days will never
end in tragedy or fear
for life's a gift that we've been given
to enjoy and share between
the pair of us as long as we live
then remember all that's been
before and since we got together
all those many years ago

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See you on Widness day! No, they didn't name a day after a rugby team!! No, surely that should be Wodin's Day, but then why call it Wed nes day? Perhaps people got married on that day? Who knows!

 

Always love your poems BJ XXXX

 

Ran out of words this evening, so the ode's not very good.

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Word Blind

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Staring at the clean white page
where to begin, what to write
when to start, who to write about
and why?

surely there's a point to it all?
an all consuming passion that rules
all of us and when it hits it's cruel
compliance is forced upon us
it wheedles its way into our thoughts
it separates out our weaker selves
it takes control and makes us act
I tell you this and that's a fact!

so don't just sit there, write something!
it doesn't need to be good, but
it needs to be long
no, not belong! but be looooong
you know not short, not middling
not mildly weak and piddling
but long and strong, don't sit there fiddling
get creating don't think I'm berating you
I just want to get the juices flowing
get those words aflowing
and pretty soon you'll be knowing
all there is to know, and all there is to show
just let those babies go
and watch as the wordcount grows

and when all is said and done
and all your inspiration's gone
there's nothing left to act upon
that's the time to put your laptop down
turn it off and go to town
do some shopping, walk around
but get away from all headache making
tension rising, bellyaching
nervous tics and constant shaking
fear of failure related mental breakdown

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See you Turn's day, T'were's day, Thorn's day, or whatever you wish.

 

Thank you BJ.
I am away for a week from tomorrow.
Don't think I won't miss your poems. xxx

 

Didn't get to write my ode till very late tonight, so it's after midnight and I've only just finished it. Anyway, here it is.

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The pub

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In days of yore long years before history was wrote
you could eat a meal
and have a drink
and all for less than a groat
and a comely wench would serve your bench
and all seated thereon in the pub
with home brewed ale
all fresh, not stale
and lovely wholesome grub

it's where it all happened, people lived
when not at work or home
or on the roads transporting loads
t'was a welcome sight to behold
at the end of a long hard working day
it helped to lift the feet
on tired legs
that weighed like kegs
of stones when all you want is sleep

the roadside inn was the centre
of evening life in the towns
and certain pubs
involving smuggled goods
became of some renown
in my home town of Bristol
there is still one such place
the Llandoger Trow on King Street
that almost vanished without trace
but thankfully it's been saved
so future generations
can visit there
and stop to stare
at the history of our nation

built back in 1664
it was said to have been
the place where Daniel Dafoe met Selkirk
and Robinson Crusoe was brought into being
and furthermore to add to the old pub's fame
it's believed the Spyglass pub in Treasure Island
is also one and the same
for the Trow was first owned by a sailor
Captain Hawkins was his name
he'd sailed a flat-bottomed trow across
the Severn in his time
it's thought he called the pub Llandoger
from a village in South Wales
called Llandogo, it's on the River Wye
and could be from where he hailed

we'll never know for certain but the name is sure unique
it rolls quite nicely off the tongue
although I guess it's hard for some
but not for me I'm glad to say
and though I've left Bristol I'm not far away
just one hundred and twenty miles that's all
it takes a couple of hours by car
but back when the Trow was first built
it would have taken longer by far
around two days by mail coach
or nearly a week on a wagon
and every day along the way
there were inns that sold
their beer in flagons
a welcome drink to settle the nerves
and relax the aching bones
of those who travelled far
along the highways from their homes

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I think it's unfinished, but I have to go to bed, got work in the morning. See you Frixxxxxxxxxxxxday!

 

Just a short one today. It's very late and I'm quite tired from working out in the bad weather.

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Old dogs

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The old black dog sniffs his way round
the long standing haunts of his daily stroll
the aromas all mixed some weak some strong
tell him who else has been out and on patrol
so he sniffs and shuffles and wags his old tail
it's getting hard to see, so he uses other senses
with arthritis now hurting his joints
he knows in a fight he'd be defenceless

but nowadays going out is becoming a chore
and his owner isn't so youthful either
it's not like it used to be all those years before
when the two of them jogged out much further

so now the two old men of their different species
shuffle together along the old road
who knows how much longer they'll relive past glories
or when they'll be too old to carry the load

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See you all on Saturn's Day!

 

Dunno about you, but I always get worried this time of year about bumping into a hungry bumble bee and getting him angry enough to sting me.

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Selling bee

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The name on the card read Mr Jones
I wondered if his name was Tom
it wasn't but never mind I suppose
it was just a long shot that was wrong

the man it turned out was a salesman
not the singer I'd hoped it would be
and he was looking to make a sale
and he hoped his mark would be me

well sorry to disappoint, but I don't
want what he's selling you see
I can't really imagine what I'd want
with a six foot stuffed bumble bee

it's okay as a toy for someone I s'pose
but I don't need that kind of toy
it's the sort of thing that gives nightmares
especially if you're a little boy

and when I was young as a boy I was stung
by a bee and it left me with a phobia
of yellow and black in stripes on the back
of anything that flies, it's almost a mania

so I'm careful in Spring to make sure I don't step
on small yellow flowers in the garden
who knows I might step on a bee so I creep
around looking down, coz I haven't forgotten

I might get over it all one fine day
but I really don't think that I can
so I'll just keep on looking every which way
when I'm out it's my safety plan

as to the bloke called Jones well it seems
that he's not very good as a salesman
he didn't manage to sell his huge scary bees
and he failed to make any commission

so he's gone on his way to the jobcentre
to see what else he can find
I wish him every success in his search
as I don't want to see him wasting his time

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Back tomorrow by popular demand. Back of the queue that is!