Category: Word of the Day

A noggin is never enough

Sometimes you just want a noggin

A swift one that just hits the spot

Something to just wet your whistle

A quick one just for the road.

The trouble alas with a noggin

Is a noggin is never enough

You think your not up for a session

But the noggin just sets you off.

You can’t beat the taste of the first one

The feel as it slips down your throat

But it just sets you up for the next one

The noggin will just start you off.

It’s hard to remember the noggin

Will just be the first of a few

You just popped in for a noggin

What’s a poor drinker to do?

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/22/noggin/

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Forgotten

I intended to write

but‘ve forgotten

what I intended to say.

It can’t have been important.

I hope not anyway.

It was probably something I’d seen

or maybe read

but it’s gone right out my head.

Sometimes that just happens

or seems to anyway.

I could have got distracted

been thinking of something else.

Maybe it will come to me.

Just talk among yourselves.

No! I’ve clear forgot it

Nothing comes to mind

Shuffle about

and clear my throat

write something else instead.

A response to the Word of the Day Challenge – ‘Forgotten’ https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/21/forgotten/

Cathartic

A response to the word of the day prompt https://cyranny.com/2020/05/20/cathartic-word-of-the-day-challenge/

 

I sometimes get angry

and just blow my top.

I find it cathartic.

It happens a lot.

 

I know you don’t like it

You think I should stop

But you’re really annoying

And things just build up.

 

You’re really annoying

You must know that’s true?

Would I get quite so angry

if it wasn’t for you?

 

The same irritations

again and again.

It’s as if you don’t listen

or hear what I’m saying.

 

It bubbles on under

the anger I feel

till it all gets too much

and is unleashed on you.

 

It’s better I speak up

and vent it on you

than build up resentment

till one day we’re through.

 

An Understated Man

A response to the Word of the day prompt – Understated

He was modest, unassuming

an understated man.

He played down his importance

and underplayed his hand.

He was very softly spoken

and didn’t speak a lot

but when he spoke they’d listen.

His words would hit the spot.

The faint praise that they gave him

was less than he deserved.

If dragged into the limelight

he would plainly be unnerved.

A man of great potential

most of it unmet.

Hopefully his time will come

but it hasn’t yet.

Much too self efacing

modest to a ‘t’.

He much preferred the background

So we just let him be.

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/19/understated/

A few quick lines

The word of the day is quick

So that’s what I will be

I’ll dash something off

and make it quick

Just a few quick lines.

Slap dash, done in haste

I can not hang around

Barely stop to catch my breath

Feet don’t touch the ground.

Oh! Struggling with the pace.

Now I’ve tripped!

More haste less speed.

I’m going much too fast.

And now I’m out of breath,

I went off much too fast

Could never keep that up

Could never ever to last.

I’m pooped, I’m done

I can’t go on

Pity but I petered out

All burned out

I’ll have to stop.

A response to the Word of the day challenge – ‘Quick’ https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/05/18/quick/

Circuitous

Circuitous, roundabout

Not straight to the point.

You kind of get there in the end

But by a tortuous route.

 

I’m not sure how ŵe got here

Or quite the route we came

We kind of made it in the end

Via your circuitous route.

 

I guess it’s the arrival

And getting here that counts

But how we got here I’m not sure

Circuitous the route.

 

 

via Circuitous

PARSIMONIOUS

They called him parsimonious,

Miserly and mean

But didn’t know the life he’d led

The lean times that he’d seen.

 

The hard times made him careful

And canny with his cash

He’d rather money in the bank

Than spending that was rash.

 

You couldn’t call him generous

He’d rather keep his cash

But was he such a bad man

Or just shaped by his past?

 

 

 

 

 

via PARSIMONIOUS

Insidious

Insidious, undermining

Sapping your morale.

You may not see it coming

But it lurks there all the while.

Insidious, unspoken

The elephant in the room

There’s no way to confront it

But it scrapes away at you.

You may not see the problem

Or where it’s coming from

But it attacks the very fabric

The core of who you are.

If only it would surface

Be named for what it is.

Insidious, undermining

That’s the way it is.

via Insidious

No doubt of his rectitude

No doubt of his rectitude

An honest, upright man.

He’d always do what he thought right

Refrain from doing wrong.

No doubt that he was righteous

A stickler for the rules

But compassion for us weaker folk?

Some thought he was cruel.

He’d never ever waver

Or give a guy a break

Some times being perfect

Is hard for folk to take.

via Rectitude