Smart Solutions

When it’s time to go to play,
My mum declares ‘a clean-up day’

She says that my bed
Is a sight to dread

So I pick up my stuff
And throw it on the floor instead.

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LIES

The perfect painted picture

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Is but a disguise

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

- William Butler Yeats

Loneliness is a shadow, a reflection of the inner pathos.

Loneliness shies away from the light, because light recognizes loneliness.

Loneliness is an untold secret that belongs to no one.

Loneliness is the darkest night that never ends.

Inner Calling

My truth is their perception,
I victimize myself.
Retreating into the abyss ,
Into the primitive self
There is mere catharsis.
The white walls engulf
The bitter remnants,
Of a forgotten soul;
A soul that wanders
In the shadows of the alley cats.

Life is death, death is life,
Fear not the final passing,
For there, is found, God's love.

Playing at Poetry

Basketball and badminton
And football fill me up with dread
Now I've a game thats all my own
And its played in my head
An athletic adjective
Lightly leaps across the page
As prepositions prance around
A proper noun takes centre stage
A simile compares itself
To high and mighty metphors
Alliteration speeds along
Competing fiercely with its peers
You think my game is stupid
And perhaps that I am wierd
But oh, how I love poetry
The joy of playing with words

The Sense That Smells Trouble

There was an awful girl we knew,
She was a mighty pain,
Forever turning up her nose
At us in such disdain.
She'd a nose that could smell touble,
For it smelled all kinds of dirt,
Until one day she found a foul smell
Right beneath her shirt.
She held her breath with mighty strength,
Till she grew pale and grey.
But no amount of deoderant,
Would send the smell away.
She washed and bathed, scrubbed her skin
Till it turned wrinkly pink,
But nothing that she tried to do
Would rid her of the stink!
And so be smelly, dont be proud
That you can smell so well
Share the smells of all the smellies
Or things won't turn out well!

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Uncool School

My school is weird and different,
The teachers are one of a kind,
In science class we feast on fungus ,
That will 'mold' our tender minds.
At Mathematics I’m quite good,
In fact I think that I am Queen
My math teacher though, thinks I’m average
And that is just plain 'mean'!!
My English teacher speaks in puns,
That leave me utterly confused
Don’t limp into my class, she shouts
With your 'lame' excuse.
I think that education,
Really makes you quite a git
Or perhaps its just my school
I hate the principal of it!

HOT DOG

He said, "I’ll have a little snack,
A menu, s’il vous plait"

She said, "Would you like to try
The US hot-dog today?"

Is that the very popular, American creation?
Oh yes, I certainly would like
A hot and sour Dalmatian.

If you feel you aren't good enough for yourself,

You will never feel good enough for anybody else.

Artist

Laughter of a child
The expression of my soul,
Captured on canvas.

BEST Disabled

The fat middle-aged lady
With the fat voice,
Discards the old man like a match box,
To the 'disabled' seat
On the bus.
She thrusts herself forward
Towards the EXIT,
With a lavish dose of insults.
The old man retreats further
Into introspection.
Slinking into the corner of the seat
Apologising for his existence.

The Teachers Touch

Do you have a minute?
I hesitantly ask her,
She answers, 'I have ten'

The Misadventures of Granny's Dentures

Whats that now? What's that I hear?
Quietly creeping up the stairs,
Cunning canines, molars, grinders
Walking up in polished pairs.
They march right up, to the sweet tins
And sit upon the chocolate shelf,
Mint and candy, toffee too
Greedily they help themselves.
Get the toothbrush! Hurry! Quick!
Be on bacteria alert!
Bring them down, all those false toothies
Rid them from the face of the earth!
Here now comes the dainty tooth fairy,
But granny grabs her by her shin
She flings her back to fairy land
Then smiles her gummy toothless grin!

Family Ties

Here are two poems that I wrote when I was 11 or 12 years old!

Featuring :

Merlin (Mummy) the disastrous cook (whose food I now devour having joined the breed of hungry hostelites!)

And dearest Daddy, what can I say.....nothing has changed!

THE GREAT DISASTER

It was so exciting, I must say
On that particularly fine Sunday
When the washing machine overflowed
And daddy said, 'Darn it! We're really blowed'

Brother and I, shreiked in delight
We had a pool, oh what a sight
And daddy said, "Do calm down dear,
When I take charge theres nothing to fear'

Mop in one hand, a bucket in the other
He tried to cheer up dear old mother
He swept, we leapt, the job went faster
When there occured the Great Disaster
Dad slipped and tried real hard to stop
But it was too late, he fell down PLOP!

Mum rushed over, "How are you dear?"
Dad mumbled, "I think I've busted my rear"
And everyone gathered and fussed around
The "poor little baby" still flat on the ground!

And now, though dad is well again
And sprightly as all other young men
Dad and machines must stay apart
They really aren't compatible at heart.

MERLIN THE DISASTROUS COOK

Merlin the disastrous cook,
Her food you'll surely dread,
A dose of some of her nasty chops
Could land you up in bed.
It's quite edible for a monster,
Not for humans, so beware,
You never know what could happen,
Probably termites growing out of your hair!
It smells of rats and engine oil
And a hundred other things as well,
And when they're all mixed together
You get a most ferocious smell.
I think she's gonna cook a lizard today
Or maybe even a HARE,
And I'm gonna stay right out of the way
So you folks have gotta BEWARE!

Not-So-Smarties

(the winning title)

When granny was a little kid,
She ate huge bars of candy.
Now look! She’s in this horrid state,
Life’s no more fine and dandy!
We cannot sell her off now
‘Cause she cannot even talk,
When we take her for interviews
She’s like a gaping gawk.
The moral of the story,
Is spelt out loud and clearly,
It is a fact applicable
To every boy and girlie…
Grow old and gray with creaky joints
And wrinkled in the bum….
BUT
Don’t kill us with unsightly sights
Of GRINNING TOOTHLESS GUMS!

New Year Resolutions

Each new year, I humbly resolve

To be a better person,

But each year it appears that

My bad habits only worsen!

It is a very lovely thing,

To be most good and kind...

Though to be a perfect little child,

I think I’m not inclined!

For let me tell you something:

I guarantee as I speak

These new year resolutions

They hardly last a week!

Happy New Year !