MY POETIC LICENSE

 

Something has happened

That I don’t think is nice

Because my poetic license

Has been revoked, Twice

POETRY IS REMARKABLE

 

Poetry is remarkable for

The amount of joy it brings

But please poets, we do get it,

Things are like other things

FALLING IN LOVE IS LIKE POETRY

 

Falling in love is like poetry

But when she no longer calls

Don’t start writing her number

On every single toilet wall

DRAGONS PERFORM AEROBATICS

 

Dragons perform aerobatics

In the azure sky

Griffons are asked to join in

But won’t even try

Dodo’s dance a perfect

Flightless jig

The bald eagle appears

Wearing a wig

Mermaids do aqua ballet

On a flat sea of glass

Unicorns canter through

Scented meadow grass

That’s the end of my

Nonsense I fear

If you want anymore

Try Edward Lear

THE POETIC PAM AYRES

 

The poetic Pam Ayres

Wrote verse with a gag

And I think she looks

Like Benny Hill in drag

SHE READ A POEM

 

She read a poem

Out loud to me

On a quiet afternoon

That touched me,

Awakened me,

Stirred my soul

And my dulled senses

As she read

It flowed over me

Like scented honey

Each word a caress

Each syllable a kiss

A soothing balm

Of evocative beauty

Whose feeling,

In metrical form

Left me unshackled

Releasing me, from

My contented taupe

Free to soar

On poetic wings

THE POET DIPS HIS QUILL

 

The poet dips his quill

In the inkwell of the muse

The resulting flowing words

Are the fruit of thought

Gathered on the page

In a Poetic harvest

INVERSE

 

My poems have been called

On a good day, ribald

More often artistically bald

Humourous? So-called

Wit to scathe and scald

Tastelessness unrivalled

Not written but scrawled

Or just plain tired and auld

But I say with joy untold

Prepare again to be appalled

THE NINE MUSES OF THE ARTS – EUTERPE (MUSE OF LYRICAL POETRY)

 

The nine muses

Daughters of Zeus

Inspiring of mortals

And nurturers of the arts

The fourth was,

The divine Euterpe,

Rejoicing well,

Was firstly the muse of music

Then of Lyrical poetry

A double flute in her hand

Euterpe the Giver of delight

THE NINE MUSES OF THE ARTS – ERATO (MUSE OF EROTIC POETRY)

 

The nine muses

Daughters of Zeus

Inspiring of mortals

And nurturers of the arts

The third was,

The divine Erato,

Desired and lovely,

Was the muse of the lyric poets

A golden arrow in her hand

Muse of love verse

And of Erotic poetry

Erato the muse who charms the sight

And inspires love in everybody

THE NINE MUSES OF THE ARTS – CALLIOPE (MUSE OF EPIC POETRY)

 

The nine muses

Daughters of Zeus

Inspiring of mortals

And nurturers of the arts

The first was,

The divine Calliope,

Beautiful-voiced,

Was the muse of the epic poets

A writing tablet in her hand

Calliope was Homer's muse

Inspiration for the Iliad

Divine influence of the Odyssey

LITERARY DOCTORATE

 

“Oh doctor, doctor

You must help me

I have been afflicted

Most horribly

I keep quoting

William Topaz McGonagall”

The Doc replied

“We can’t help you at all”

“Oh, doctor why

Can’t you treat me for it”?

He replied

“Because this is the burns unit”

POETS OF YORE

 

Great poets, wordsmiths of yore

Prose and rhyme did write

Of matters that went before

Viewing them in poetic light

CULTURE VULTURE

 

Isn’t culture wonderful?

Music, theatre, poetry

Something for everyone

To feel or hear or see

The performing arts

I particularly like poetry

Especially poetry readings

With the writer at the mic

I go to festivals and slams

From time to time

I like to go to a recital

And ask why the poem doesn't rhyme

MY POETIC LICENSE

 

Something has happened

That I don’t think is nice

Because my poetic license

Has been revoked, Twice

POETRY IS REMARKABLE

 

Poetry is remarkable for

The amount of joy it brings

But please poets, we do get it,

Things are like other things

MY POETIC LICENSE

 

Something has happened

That I don’t think is nice

Because my poetic license

Has been revoked, Twice

WHEN I WAS AT SCHOOL

 

When I was at school

Our English teacher, Mrs Rowan

Once asked of us as homework,

During the half term holiday

To memorize our favourite poem,

This was met by groans,

By the class, but not me

I chose A.E.Housman’s

“Ode to an athlete dying young”

And it has stayed with me ever since

21ST CENTURY NURSERY RHYMES

21^st Century Nursery Rhymes

I really find are such a doddle

Though most people think

That they are a load of twaddle

But as I rapidly approach

The autumn of my days

It’s frankly just too late

For me to change my ways

DERUM

 

Derum, sorry if I’ve caused offence

I will desist from this moment hence

I received instructions from the Ed

“Give as good as you get” is what was said