The Genie’s out his bottle

And no-one can’t get him back in.

I heard you made your wishes

But they didn’t work out as planned.

Were you careful what you wished for?

Did you think the matter through?

Its awful making wrong choices

They backfire and can bite you.

Who pulled the cork out the bottle?

Who let the genie out?

You rubbed the wrong lamp

Let the wrong genie out

There’s no-one to blame but you.

via Genie

A response to the Daily Post

My Song

My song’s not an air, not a chant or a ditty

Not an: aria, canticle, ballad or hymn.

It’s simply these lines that keep running in my head,

Make me hum, tap my fingers, before long have to sing.

It’s nothing too grand, it might not make you cry.

Not a poem, not a hymn, not a psalm or lullaby

It doesn’t have great lyrics; it barely has a tune

But it’s a song to sing along to so just give it a try.

Songs can raise the spirits, songs can bring you down.

Here’s no rousing anthem, not much melody.

But once you start to sing it; it’ll carry you along

And your friends will all join in before too long.

via Song

A response to the Daily Prompt

Depleted

Once we were legion, now we’re depleted.

So few of us now; we used to be more.

There’s me and my brothers, a few others too

Not sure about some of them; not sure of you!

Surrounded, depleted, outnumbered too few

Our ranks are diminished, whose with us, are you?

Do you stand where you once did? Do you stand with us now?

Our numbers depleted, we sorely need you.

Certainties questioned, the things we once knew,

We’re down to the hard core, the core chosen few.

Rally the ranks, stay true to the cause

it may be a lost cause but surely it’s yours?

via Deplete

Disrupt

You will disrupt what I’m doing!

You must break my train of thought.

You trample around my headspace

Crush me with size nine boots.

Constant your interruptions

I can’t get a moment’s peace

Mess me up with my thinking

Praying to be released.

Shame I can’t do without you

Need you to give me a kick

OK to interrupt me

But can it please be with

A kiss?

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/disrupt/

Froth

Sometimes a good cup of coffee

Is enhanced by the froth on its top.

If the coffee is strong

And the drink’s not too ‘long’

The flavour will come bursting through.

The froth can help hold the flavour

It lingers there on the tongue

But the coffee has to have substance

It’s no good if drunk on its own.

It can be the same with writing

A rhyme can push it along

You can jolly it up with rhythm

But if nothing is said

Your words will fall dead

They won’t stand the test of time.

Daily Prompt Froth – https://wp.me/p23sd-14NL

3 Day Quote Challenge – Day Two – “Two Cures For Love.”

Thanks to TravelBug, minzkhaitan.wordpress.com for nominating me for the 3 Day Quote Challenge! Check out this entertaining travel blog if you haven’t already.

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MkRules:-

1) Thank the person who nominated you.

2) Post a quote for three consecutive days (1 quote for each day)

3) Share why this quote appeals so much to you.

4) Nominate 3 different bloggers for each day.

My second Quote comes from my favourite modern poet Wendy Cope.

Forget haiku’s, tankas and various Japanese forms and limericks I can do without. This is my favourite short poem. Not inspirational I’ll admit but witty and succinct.

I love Wendy Cope’s work, most of which is rather longer than this. It is technically brilliant, with its complicated rhyme schemes and compelling rhythms but light hearted and accessible. If you haven’t explored her work I’d recommend it.

“Two Cures For Love” by Wendy Cope

1. Don’t see him. Don’t phone or write a letter.
2. The easy way: get to know him better.