Astronomer

The routine of another day surrenders
Reluctantly to dark approaching skies;
No cloud so I am ready,
My telescope is steady
And once again I'm here to feast my eyes.

The Milky Way is mine alone this evening,
From red Mars to the universal brew
Of the stars beyond white Venus
Without anything between us
But the light years and the lens I'm looking through.

Eternal dazzling jewels with planets spinning
And us a tiny speck amid the show,
Though I am eons from it
If I chance to see a comet
I'm enraptured by its tail and afterglow.

I have to look because I’ve known since childhood
A need to witness miracles above,
When observing and appraising
Up towards the heavens gazing
On a solo stardust orbit, I'm in love.


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Agreed Biz

Yes it's a fascinating world out there............though I've got to admit that I usually only give it a passing glance. Mind you I've never looked through a telescope.

Buildings tend to obscure the modern view Biz. I once turned up at Stonehenge around midnight - what a night sky that was!

Wow! That must have been quite an experience. Last night there was hardly a star to be seen when I looked up, and the moon was wearing her "misty veil".

I feel confident Musty my favourite monacled astronomer would love you for this terrific take on sky-gazing.

Animal Q & A

Why do red-blooded animals shiver?
Why does the butterfly fly?
Why does the caterpillar crawl?
Why does the snake slither?
Why does the spider fall?
Why did birds take to the sky?
Why do worms live underground?
Why do monkeys swing in trees?
Why does Nature so astound?
Why do flowers depend on bees?
Why do cats always fall on their feet?
Why do ostriches bury their heads?
Why do pandas hardly ever meet?
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Why do lemmings dive over cliffs?
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Chickens always follow the highway code.
Lemmings are always going to turn into stiffs.
Monkeys do anything for a laugh
An ostrich likes to keep an ear to the ground
Pandas follow a solitary path
Randy bees like spreading pollen around
Cats gotta be ready at all times to eat
Neurotic spiders can lose the thread
Worms have to they ain't got feet
Birds went up naturally sort of feather-led
Nudist animals and human apes all need to keep warm
Butterflies took off from desire to be seen
Caterpillars do so as a matter of form
Snakes in the grass just want to look mean
Nature astounds as it's in her nature after all
She is a mother, other answers are available in no time
On a Google search, with more reason, but less rhyme

Totally brilliant Frank This has an original format, with two separate sections of Q & A and a very unusual rhythm. Not only that, I also found it really funny The tone of the 'Answer' section reminded me of the crows in Dumbo singing When I See An Elephant Fly; you've captured that essence of an amusing observation on nature perfectly. Walt Disney would have been proud, but the great punchline mentions Google as well, which gives the poem a contemporary feel. Much enjoyed - you're on a roll Frank

In the garden today

Were some unseasonal bees

I shall think of them

As I eat my birthday cheese.

I saw my last bee a week ago - nice one Vosne and Happy Birthday

To witness the Milky Way without obstructions stretching over Salisbury Plain was amazing. Stonehenge also looked incredible underneath the night sky, illuminated by low-set electronic lighting. In all, it was a cosmic night Biz I know what you mean about veiled moons, they're lovely


I'm a fan of Patrick too Frank - I admire brilliant eccentrics

The Nothing Days

The nothing days are nothing less
Than negatives combined,
A maudlin cloud of nothingness
To suffocate the mind.

A few have tried to show where man
Goes wrong, why women cry
And how when you’re a Nowhere Man
The world can pass you by.

It happened just the other week,
To tell you I’d be glad;
By afternoon my mood was bleak
And coffee tasted bad.

I failed to lock the boredom out
Which left me feeling glum,
The ennui was all about,
A nothing day had come.

The skies were grey, the time was long,
As dimmer tendrils climbed
I listened to a Gilbert song
Describe how nothing rhymed.

I tried to ask the guest to leave
But then inviting doom
The gloaming of the early eve
Robbed pleasure from the room.

And if the empty phase goes on
You’ll find it hard to fight,
For when a nothing day has gone
There comes a nothing night.


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Hahahaha! I now feel like a more educated human being Frank. Good to read on a frosty, misty morning.


I wonder how they fared during in the cold last night. Happy Birthday Vosne. (Ahem.....next August.)


There can't be many people who go through life without a few days like that Musty. Still, without them we wouldn't appreciate how good the good days are.

So true Biz I'm glad I don't suffer nothing days any more, but at least the experience of them produced another poem

Painful at the time, but all grist to the artist's mill.

X2AD

X2AD
Virtual lady,
Asimov would smile,
Science furnished
Shaped and burnished
Replicas with guile.

Stepford gave us
Wives to save us,
Drudges good in bed
But placed next to
Lovely X2
Movie dreams seem dead.

Here this dish all
Artificial
Sleeps until the night,
Then my fervent
Nympho servant
Wakes to her red light.

Long I cup all
Fake and supple
Warm synthetic skin,
She’s so soothing,
Only moving
When I plug her in.

Buy a blonder
Young Jane Fonda,
Ten Chers in one row,
Hot she’ll be as
Cameron Diaz
Bardot or Monroe.

Let an android
Fill the bland void,
X2AD’s on
Constant duty,
Plastic beauty
Sweet automaton.


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There's only one major subject I can't and won't write a poem on

We can all tell it's her personality you're captured by.


Now, now. You're in a mischievous mood tonight it seems.

LMAO Robot has replaced the word nympho in the final version, but as ever DS edit time was too short to change it here.

Here's the question answered Biz and I hope it doesn't offend you - babies I have no interest in them and I've never had any instincts in that area of life. In other words, there's no fuel for a poem at all.

Not offended in the slightest, in fact there must be loads of people, male and female, who feel the same - even probably when some have their own.

I can't recall my husband showing the slightest interest in babies - until he had his own, and from the first moment he was besotted, and I mean besotted.

That's good to hear

Garden glimmers

Once around the dahlias
And fast around the roses,
Twice along the wooden fence
Where the dark reposes.

Thrice around the garden pond
The faerie flies and poses,
Nobody believes me though,
For nobody supposes.


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Accrington Stanley FC

When footballers were manly
A humble squad set forth;
The team Accrington Stanley
From Lancashire, up north.

Before rich gods like Rooney
This outfit lacked a star,
More Sid James than George Clooney,
Less hip than Cantona.

No limousines like Beckham,
Their team bus never went
Far south as Kent or Peckham
Or even Stoke-on-Trent.

Big shorts weren’t fuddy-duddy
And their fans wore cloth caps
But god, their pitch was muddy
Which made good form collapse.

Most FA Cup ambitions
Died early as a rule
And middle league positions
Were lower down by Yule.

The home ground was no Wembley,
Each tin stand suffered holes,
So fans were cold and trembly
As Stanley let in goals.

Despite this awkward mixture
It's only fair to state
At every AS fixture
The atmosphere was great.

Although turnstiles were rusty
And rattled on each spin
Supporters then stayed trusty
With patience running thin.

Like Jove they would absorb it;
Despite rolling their eyes
When shots flew into orbit,
Half-time meant scoffing pies.

Aware it was no hot spot
They’d gladly boo or cheer
Then after, some had hotpot
At pubs that sold good beer.

They’ve never trained a Keano
But Accrington aren't drips,
As British as The Beano
And good old fish and chips.


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Wow! My beautifully presented slim volume has just been delivered, much earlier than expected. How fitting that on Remembrance week the last poem in the book is "Tommy & Harry".

If anyone is looking for a special Christmas present, I can recommend this.




I'll leave that one for the football fans.

And I remember them going out and coming back good old AS and the kid in the ad, nice one.Musty.