Familiar face of a friend I know.
Remembrance of the times we shared.
Indelible memories.
Endless laughs.
Never to be forgotten moments
Devotion.
Into to poetry – Day Three
The Demise of the Daily Post Word Prompt
Reblogged on Andrew Green’s Poems have just got in to Daily Prompt will really miss it.
Archaic, old fashioned, out of step.
Archaic, old fashioned, out of step
Not caught up with fashion yet.
Against new things, averse to change
Declare what’s new as weird or strange.
You’re a throw back to the past
Your influence will wane can’t last.
The future’s not for such as you
We will grasp it. It is ours.
via Archaic
Famous Face (alliteration)
Flaunt your face
For all your worth.
For famous face
And fabled fortune
Will too soon
Be forgotten.
Faces fade
Get flabby,
Fall
Fortunes fail
And so do friends.
You’ll find they’ve fled.
You’re left bereft.
Guilty
We find the defendant guilty
Take him from the dock.
There ought to be a sentence
But for some crimes there is not.
The guilty pangs of conscience
Are sometimes all we’ve got.
To know that he is guilty
Will forthwith be his lot.
There’s no reprieve of sentence
Or chance of an escape
Haunting knowledge he did that
Will eat him from inside.
via Guilty
Getting in the Water (Not a Haiku)
A toe dipped in the water
A toe dipped in the sea
In up to my ankles
That’s enough for me.
Wade a little further
Water round my calf,
In up to my middle
Laps my upper half.
Now it’s all or nothing
Finally took the the plunge.
Written for Intro to Poetry Day One Challenge. I did a Haiku too but that’s not really my style.
A Glass Of Water (Haiku)
A glass of water
Can end a sea of troubles
Down a bitter pill.
Written for Introtopoetry Day One Challenge.
Assumption
You’re making a big assumption.
Are you sure you got this right?
You may not have the answer
Jumping in’s not bright.
Don’t rush to make assumptions
Before you’ve thought it through
Stop to think, discuss a bit
Get other points of view.
It may not be what you’re thinking.
It could be you got it wrong.
If you had properly thought this through
You’d sing a different song!
Things mightn’t be how you think them
That may not be how to is.
If it turns out later you called it wrong
You’ll rememember I said this.
Don’t leap to wrong conclusions
Or get the wrong end of the stick.
Sometimes you have to pause and think
Before you rush to pick.
A response to the Daily Prompt
via Assumption
Love your English accent
You love my English accent
But that leaves me confused.
You don’t tell a French speaking Frenchman
His accent’s awfully cute.
I’m from England; speaking English.
The clue is in the name.
I don’t think I have an accent
Whatever you may claim.
If someone has an accent
I’m rather afraid it’s you.
I’m just speaking proper English
It’s what we English do.
So tootle pip for now old bean
And off we jolly go.
I’m speaking my own language
It’s English don’t you know?
Disappear
It’s time to go I’ll disappear
It’s clear that I’m not useful here.
I’m past my ‘sell by’ out of date
To slip away will be my fate.
When turning up is just a chore
You don’t belong there any more.
I’ve served my purpose, done my bit
There’s nothing left. I guess that’s it.
I’m out of here. I’m done I’m through.
There’s other stuff I want to do.
I don’t feel that I’m needed here.
It’s time to go I’ll disappear.
A response to the Daily Prompt
via Disappear
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