Tag: funny poem

Do not add your sighs

Catastrophes imagined fill the mind.

Infinite the space that is consumed

The poem is good if I escape the rhymes.

I can’t write on paper which is lined.

Everything was perfect, now it’s doomed

Catastrophes imagined fill the mind

Is it good to benefit from crime?

Turn the gas on I can’t smell the fumes

The poem was good until I pinched your rhymes

I could write a poem if I had time.

Get the brush and sweep out all the gloom

Catastrophes imagined hurt the mind

Use this energy in your designs

Never give a seminar on zoom

The poem is good if I leave out the rhymes.

If you are calm this will be a boon

In my mind I hear verse as a tune

Catastrophes evoked enrage the mind

The poem improves without the poet’s sighs

Caught by geese and God





I remember all the humorous things we did 

Peering into windows lit by lamps 

Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog 

Walking down from Redcar,sea so still 

After Saltburn Pier, the cliffs high jump 

I remember all the funny things we did 

Wandering Whitby in a sea grey smog 

Eating a pork pie cut into lumps

Climbing cliffs then chased by geese and dog 

Old Hunstanton ,white sands where we’d sit 

The wild spikes of the gorse spread out unclamped

I remember all the colours,scents and that 

I feel the joy inside my heart is lit 

Woe is leavened by old nature’s stamp 

Climbing high then chased through mud by dogs 

We see, in shadows, shades are not so stark 

In Studland Bay astonished by skylarks   

I remember all the humour and the love 

Climbing cliffs then caught by geese and God