Posted on 6th Apr 2022
Serious stuff I'm going to write stuff serious, I've got it in my locker, Statesmanlike, imperious, Articulate, a shocker. To do so might become a bore, I've heard a little rumour That people ought to laugh much more - I think I'll stick to humour.
Posted on 18th Mar 2022
Writing poems I'm obsessed with timing and rhyming and rhythm. The whole world screams poetry and poems, it's a given. I will write you a poem about nothing at all, ubiquitous verse, no job is too small. I will wax, blue and true on the heartaches of love, the beauty of nature, the heavens above. I will tell you tall stories or small ones, to laugh, writing daft ditties of my better half. You may hear me spelling the horrors of war, the next breath, I'm telling that time I got sore on my old derriere, quite private for most; I don't really care, my life is burnt toast. Fantastical creatures to serious thought, anything features if it can be caught by my pen, in a moment and written for show; though what that last line meant, I don't really know. So, I'll search out for clues, like old Sherlock Holmes and sometimes, to amuse, I'll write poems about poems.
Posted on 18th Feb 2022
Write me a rhyme Write me a rhyme, Rattle one off; Do it in time To finish my scoff. A poem about what? Give me a clue. What means a lot, Is important to you? Any old thing You are the poet, Something to sing Easy to know it. Listen, old mate This is a farce; You're an ingrate and I cannot be arsed!
Posted on 18th Jan 2022
Rhyme Miming takes timing to be a sensation but rhyming needs priming, a muse, stimulation.
Posted on 14th Dec 2021
The power of funny Hobbo was a poet scribbling ditties by the score. Not in it for the money; he wanted something more important, critical to make the readers smile, have a chuckle to themselves, forget their worries for a while. But the poet also wanted to make the public think what they could do about a world so clearly on the brink. He had some small successes with Dauphy, his black dog; a mix of thoughts and laughter he slowly grew his blog. Hobbo stayed unpublished, simply not the business type; happy to write poetry, he shied away from hype. After he had snuffed it his family found his treasure, tons of his originals written for pure pleasure. His new books sold like hot-cakes, for charity the money. He would have been delighted to see the power of funny.
Posted on 28th Nov 2021
Anyhow
Borrowed a new book today
from the library down our way;
following closure for deep-clean,
the library, not the book I mean.
Anyhow, it’s open now
so, off I toddled to say ciao
to girl who works the children’s floor,
who’s French, but I can’t say bonjour.
Anyhow, a book she lent
me, full of poetry and meant
to sharpen up my mental powers,
relax me in my darkest hours.
Anyhow, the book did not;
abounding with pretentious rot,
no sense of rhythm, rhyme or meter,
bucketsful of pap, excreta.
Almost giving up, I find
a handful though that blow my mind,
imagery, so powerful
worth plaudits by the barrowful.
Others too that made me laugh;
one about a dwarf giraffe
falling for a stripey cow,
that’s my favourite, anyhow.
Posted on 22nd Nov 2021
Doubt Seeking an answer, definitive, She boldly split her infinitive; Do you really love me, Shrieked out hysterically, Was hardly the question most sensitive.
Posted on 20th Nov 2021
Poem with no name It happens sometimes, we run out of rhymes, where normally there are plenty our fun-bank is empty. We search a new muse to inspire, to amuse. We chatter and talk or take a long walk among the tall trees and the whispering breeze, to start juices flowing without really knowing if that awful blank page will be there for an age or suddenly sink under fast-flowing ink rekindling the flame for the poem with no name. Today though, I'm dry not a thought, just a sigh, as I sit here alone, bereft, with no poem, swimming in sorrow but, there's always tomorrow.
Posted on 14th Nov 2021
Acknowledgements Thank you to all who have given there aid in the righting of this little poem. Without whom this ditty would knot have been maid, any errors, of cause, are my own.
Posted on 8th Nov 2021
To punctuate, or not to punctuate? It's a difficult evaluation; the significance of punctuation. If I put a full stop. here. would you stop? or, should you clamour for a comma? Would an exclamation mark with swollen! give a man a semi-colon; or would you rather not be bothered prefer it if I blathered on and on and on and on with no sense of whats right or whats wrong