DAY 22
CINQUAIN
swiss guard
multicoloured
outfits carnival style
protecting the pope from the foe
yeah sure
the pope
so reassured
of being protected
by rainbow clown look alike types
yeah sure !
DAY 23
TANKA TUESDAY # 31
it's getting colder
i dont like autumn
winter's even worse
gone the years i could escape
will have to endure it now
CINQUAIN
old age
is very hard
you have to cop it sweet
the old folk complain constantly
tough time
SENRYU
if you are youngish
do everything you want to
time flies by quickly
DAY 24...HEART
Cinquain
Sherlock
does have a heart
though he's rude and abrupt
he is capable of loving
surprise
DAY 25
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer's Day"
by all means
if you desire a clip o'er thy ear hole
thou cream faced loon
no one wants to be compared
to the driest continent on earth
where summer is known for its
ferocious heat and blistering
sun burn
hot blood begets hot thoughts and
hot thoughts begets hot deeds
hot headed?
Thou art as witty as a runcible spoon
fare thee well as i enter the dreamtime
rounded with a sleep
Good night!
DAY 26
ANZAC DAY
big deal down under
we mourn our dead soldiers
this year people seem more sad than
in the past
maybe it's age
or maybe the times
who knows why
impending doom
seems to be the prevailing mood
hope i've got it wrong
DAY 27...Poets and Story Tellers United....Friday Writings #124
consume heartless peculiar teeth inflamed
Better Red than Dead
Really?
I dont think so
heartless peculiar creature
consumed with self importance
inflamed by jealousy
sneers through flashing white teeth
desperate for attention
DAY 28....ERASURE POEM
he wandered about
convinced he was great
and would make America grate again
Dear God
let's do a deal rid me of my problems
I promise to not dye my hair and
to read a book
CINQUAIN
i don't
care who you are
musical genius
maybe but i'm not cleaning up
your mess
Beethoven
DAY 29...LATIN a DEAD LANGUAGE
latin lingua mortua est
its fragments still beautifying
the romance languages
memories of latin class
sedete in silencio
says sister celestina
the sound of chairs scraping
in preparation for translating
cicero and suetonius
angelic convent girls
fortiter et suaviter
the school motto
emblazoned on our
school hats and blazers
all the while
si verum sciatur
we would have preferred
carpe vinum
with
troy donahoe
the everly bothers
or
elvis presley
DAY 30
we'll meet again
don't know where
don't know when
but i know we'll meet again
some sunny day
shades of Vera Lyn
memories of
black and white movies
standing for god save the queen
before the start of every movie
like all good little colonialists
all nice gals kept a' glory box'
back then
a sort of treasure trove of
things you would need
when you got married
pas moi
i wanted to be brigitte bardot
and drive a sports car
ho hum must go now
it's teatime
this lil ole lady
has a date with her tea pot
until we meet again
thanks for all the great poetry
it has been fun
even though
my eyes are hanging out of my head
through lack of sleep
take care possums
say hi to your mum
and bob's your uncle
Way to go, writing your way through poetry month. I love the pic that says in old age doing errands counts as going out. So true.
ReplyDeleteI like contemplating the idea that no one likes to be compared to the driest continent on earth. And yes, I would imagine hot blood WOULD beget hot thoughts! Good for you for continuing to write through another poetry month!
ReplyDeleteRall, it looks like you had a blast writing poetry. This getting older stuff is had to deal with... tell me about it! LOL!! 💗
ReplyDeleteThe Popes foes will die laughing.
ReplyDeleteHilarious! I particularly like "Thou art as witty as a runcible spoon"!
ReplyDeleteA delight to read as you weave your way through poetry month with wit and humor!
ReplyDeleteThanks Dora
ReplyDeleteAll wonderful as usual (how could I resist reading past Day 27?) and a great start to my day. Thanks, too, for the reminder of that wonderful scene from Sherlock. (And er, yes, errands do count as going out these days.)
ReplyDeleteFrom beginning to end ... a reader's treat!!! Sneering through those white teeth ~~ desperation indeed. Enjoy your weekend, Rall. I am impressed with your commitment to 30 days of poems. I tried once years ago, did finish ... swore I would never put that much pressure on myself ever again.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed your humorous writings (the pope and rainbow clown) as well as the Sherlock clip. :)
ReplyDeleteSo much poetry to love...love your descriptions of the pope and clown.
ReplyDeleteI think that Swiss Guard looks as if he's protecting the Pope from lack-of-laughter, which would be a serious responsibility. I hope the Pope does have some opportunities to laugh out loud!
ReplyDeleteJust Amazing
ReplyDeleteYou have a point about the Swiss Guard. Love all the photos,
ReplyDeleteand writing here, Rall. The old age quote is right on the money.
“my eyes are hanging out of my head
ReplyDeletethrough lack of sleep”
I understand that feeling!