During the absence of Mr Mustard
Post, don't be a cowardy custard

Just pop in and have a try
Come along now don't be shy

I'll have a go and in a mo,
to make it rhyme does take time
first word is last but in the past
next is when but after then
soon is how and all of that.

I love those two lines Biz - of course John Lennon's psychedelic anthem I Am The Walrus was directly influenced by Lewis Carroll


Well put Sandy! That's how my poems come together too - unpredictably

That was a spiffing London visit. A demo book hasn't been ordered yet, as more corrections are still needed. But we've progressed greatly since Wednesday. Lessons have been learned from The Designer's trial and error origins

Thanks

Good to hear you had a good visit in London.

It's certainly difficult Sandy. I was just about to post another excruciating two liner, but glad you could hear my pain.

I'm a great fan of Lewis Carroll - and Edward Lear.

Pleased your visit was productive.

I like your rhyming two liners.

Hahahaha. They were about to get even worse. For instance :-

Another day without a poem
I can hear the poets in Heaven groaning

But fortunately I don't have to post it now.

you just did.

Oooops !

Thanks Sandy & Biz It's nice to be writing new material again, like the crop circle story. For various reasons my output slowed down over the last two years. I've got a few more in the bag which I'll post through the weekend.

Thanks for filling in by the way, Sandy & Biz

I'm a big fan of Carroll and Lear too Biz

If I should meet the right one

If I should meet the right one
I think quite soon I’d know,
A little like Kate Winslet,
Not rich or famous though.

But looks are secondary,
A smile’s the thing that counts
And two’s required for laughter
In plentiful amounts.

Long drives out to the country
And if she’s fond like me
Of friendly village service,
We’d stop by for a tea.

She’d have to be a dreamer
Who lets the world amaze,
She’d have to sigh at sunsets
Engraving autumn days.

While perfect women bore me,
If ever dusk fell right
I’d love to see it shimmer
In hair Pre-Raphaelite.

Then I’d compose the right ode,
The right one prompting art
That honours her for freeing
This unrequited heart.


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I like this Musty, kind of had a feeling of one of John Waterhouse's women figures while reading it.

That is beautiful. I hope it's been squeezed into the second volume.

Lovely Poem Mr Mustard

Thanks all

I'm afraid this poem hasn't made volume 2 Biz. It'll definitely get into the next one though

The John Waterhouse reference is appreciated Troy, he was an interesting fellow-traveller of the Pre-Raphaelites.

I'm saving up already. We'll all have a dedicated Robert Coleman shelf soon.

nice.

Thanks Voice and welcome to the thread It took me a while to recognize the poem you've quoted, as I've written several which are forest and fairy-based

Something Hungry Lingers

Reader, I’ll be candid,
Space can load the dice;
Something evil landed
In Alaskan ice.

Our first visitation
Since the Jesus child,
But this time creation
Sent us something wild.

Fled its home and famine,
Cratered dunes of heat
Forced it to examine
Worlds with food to eat.

Something from a batch is
Crawling out to stay,
Batten down the hatches,
Watch the news and pray.

Tentacles for fingers,
Drooling from each mouth,
Something hungry lingers,
Starved and heading south.

Like a fiend John Wyndham
Or Ray Bradbury saw
Chased ‘em fast then skinned ‘em,
Fed on victims raw.

God, it’s started breeding,
Please don’t ask me how
For the Earth is bleeding
And infected now.

Scoff at my tale's dismay
And I shall hit back;
Something wicked this way
Could come to attack.


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Help! I'm selling up and booking on the first flight to Mars.

That's another poem though, remember Biz? Wow, it's been quiet here today - I thought there might be a few more posts, what with the bad weather

Hahahahaha:-

Yep, old RC got it right