Rhymes or Reason

More of yours please. X

 

The big wet???


the rains have finally arrived
guggle guggle glug
if I finish up like easten states
I'll be swimming in the mud!

but fortunately we're high way up
on western seaboards 'pacific
and it seems to soak in pretty quick
his famous last words terrific!

and I think we're set on concrete plinth
not felt it move just yet?
the poet speaks famous last words
before sinking up to his kneck!

I tried to walk the dog this ev'n
he didn't mind the rain
but I got half way up the path
said 'heh I'm goin back again!

he turned and looked with baleful stare
as he searched for hidden truffles
and I thought I heard he murmur low
muffles muffles muffles truffles!

© fitz 2022

 

Evensong

I stare through picture on the wall
I could paint it through the glass
but though t'would be sorta smart
it would be cheating neverthelass

the evening breeze moves branches
and the leaves just seem to follow
but they cannot move mighty boab tree
it stands as sentinel hollow?

and now they're hardly moving
its an orchestra of the wilds
I want to reach out wave baton
before my very eyes

the drum is a steady tremble
up here we all call it 'the rains'
but this is the mighty orchestra
of "our" forests ; glens and dales

we even have some 'orchestral lights'
strung haphazed around verandah
they switch on magical with no switch
just tuned to hidden solar maranda?

the mighty boab sucks up developing pond
stores gallons within its trunk
I'm surrounded by their orchestral pit
tonight they'e switched on guzzle

and as the evening 'gloom' descends
and now a waterfall on roof pretends
it's almost time to turn on evening lights
be they 'lectrics ; oil or candle ends!!

© fitz 2022

nb: a poor mans attempt of thomas hardy - I've missed a few of his classes!!

 

Don't stress yourelf about it Fitz
as inspiration around you flits
you'll soon be there among the heavens
with tail of muse held tight you'll leaven
as you soar through hours of pleasure
inhaling words to keep as treasure
then to spill forth on the page
when deep in love or sudden rage
you need to pull them from your core
to express emotions raw
as frozen winds sweep o'er the plain
and winter wheat bends to the rain
you'll turn your eyes to see again
the world you've left behind in pain
as you've moved on to see anew
a better life now awaits you

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Have a pleasant Monday! It's raining, cold and very windy here, so I'm staying in and looking out. After all, it's much better to be in here wishing I was out there, than out there in the rain and wishing I was in here.

 

Aww I love this thread.
I have a bad storm

 

Well Candy Gal, I've no idea what you can take for a bad storm. Now if it was a bad cold, or the flu, that would be different, but a storm? I s'pose you'll have to ask your chemist about that one.

 

I once wrote a poem about laughing
just stick in the tube and get frackin
occasionally blow through the nose
and sit on a hose
and then you'll find out whose been laughing
hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahaha!!!

I also wrote a poem about sheep
and what they did to little bowpeep
they removed all her clothes
and turned on the hose and said
" now see how ya like it bow creep"

 

I really hate this time of year.
My windows all are acting queer
Whistling windows are no fun
Nothing stops them, I never won
Changed the seals and that just failed
Back comes whistling, when we get gales
A wolf whistle in the kitchen one
Makes me jump, its no fun

 

The fight is done, the battle won.
The blood, the mud, the trees.
My fearsome foe has met his doom.
His evil reign has ceased.

The blood, the mud, a stream so pure.
I cleanse, my lover calls.
I feel her voice, I need her touch.
I search, I stumble, I crawl.

The trees, the mud, the blood oh the blood.
My love again she calls.
My life, my blood, unstoppable blood.
In love with her. I fall.

 

Oh wow xxx

 

nice one todd - one of yours? - I introduced free fall poetry writing on one site just let it come out anyway when your in the mood and someetimes it flows - like mine above - late at night with a noggin or two helps

 

Hi there! It’s a true life reoccurring nightmare I just put to rhyme. I’m no poet! I like yours though!

 

its been pissin down with rain over here
you canny believe its so queer
its only 26C's and water up to me knees
i'm surrounded by ponds and a weir

suddenly got ducks from know where
now where is me gun for some fare
they'll be plucked afore noon
and duck soup will be spooned
and feathers in my cap will I spare?

 

well I believer let it all come out is like lancing a boil - comes a savage breast or a troubled mind!! we can all be artists whether drawers;painters poets or just body painters - anyone wanna paint mind I'm ready!!

 

just read that over again !! wow that is very very good - keep em comin it pleases the ladies you know!! - or one unstoppable one with a whip - yes whip me whip me

 

she demanded to know where I had been
her whip held in her hand
i stared into her eyes that night
and man I felt her demands

she flicked its steel tipped piece at me
drew rivulets of shining blood
but she was simple taunting me
she needed my blood curdling love

she demanded I come closer
and kneel at the fountain head
then she took my scalp
and drew it close
and said drink my love for death

she said "I'll know when you have surrended all"
and you have drained me dry
God give me strength to resist this wench
but it's useless if I try!

[happy for others to continue the tale if your desires are so attuned?]

 

Well I dunno

 

Fitz seems attuned to this one .... I'd like to hear more!

 

He is a great writer. Also lived in HK for a few years.