ASF Poetry Thread

For imagine my shame when asked what I meant
And I had to confess that I'd been, gone and went
And forgotten the news I was bringing to Ghent,
.........
So, I sprang to a taxi and shouted 'To Aix!'
...
And eventually sent a telegram

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I am Clamp the Mighty Limpet
I am solid, I am stuck
I am welded to the rockface
with my superhuman suck
I live along the waterline
and in the dreary caves
I am Clamp the Mighty Limpet
I am Ruler of the Waves!

what care I for (stupid) shingle
for the dragging of the tide,
with my unrelenting sucker
and my granite underside?
There is one reward for those who come
and try to prise at me
and that's to watch their fingernails
as they go floating out to sea.

Dont upset ME, I'm a limpet !
Though it's plankton I devour
Be very , very careful!
I can move an inch an hour !
and don't you poke or prod me
for I warn you if you do
You stand there for a fortnight
and I might get stuck on you !

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EQUINE FLUE AND RECLINING BUREAUCRATS

So the minister thinks of injections
so the horse flue can somehow be halted
but .. it's DURING increasing infections
and our borders already pole-vaulted

can he turn back the clock? change direction?
and our IQ once more is assaulted -
hope you'll pardon a cynic inflection
but the horse and it's flue, sire, have bolted.

what we need is preemptive perception
and the bums of the bureaucrats jolted. (volted?)

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DANCING PARTNER OF THE NIGHT SKY

Dancing partner of the night sky, as we cartwheel through the dark
with a red face on your bright side, rising ruby from the park
like a slowly rising rocket, in a gently arcing arc
on some Newton logic sprocket, (or that dyslexic fool , Kent Clarke?).
........ or some weird electric socket powered by herald angels - Hark .

Dancing partner solve my riddle, are you looking for a fight
praps you’re sick of second fiddle, in the shadow of earth’s light
You are sick perhaps and jealous, of the earthly life below
It’s ok, ma’m, you can tell us, why this iridescent glow?
.........we are earthly gals and fellas, you can tell us – if you know?

Dancing partner of the night sky, as we cartwheel through the night
are the werewolves invited, to declare war with their bite
are you Jesus? are you Mary? are you Bhuddha? are you beast?
or a red rose quite contrary? or some nightwar in the east?
..........or a symbol that God's happy ? (with pink champagne toast at least !?)

Dancing partner bright as garnet, as we tumble through the dark
are you sainthood reincarnate, or perhaps a Joan of Arc?
she was burned upon a woodpile, are you sure that you’re not she?
praps you’ve lived a saintly good life, now you burn your last decree?
.........praps you've waited for this moment to yell "BLESS ME" !! - and be free. ?

reincarnate Hiawatha? reincarnate blushing bride?
reincarnate star of Nazareth? now hemlocked in your side?
reincarnate souls of wartime? who have strove to contact home?
welcome back, - whoever - , stranger, rise and radiate – and roam !!
.........welcome back, - whoever - , stranger, I caress you – with this poem.

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natashia said:

Hey thats a nice poem....Thanks for that.. Listening to a song by Frank Sinatra out of curiousity (Sweet Tough Guys) that was posted on here
( music you tube I think the thread is called LOL)and coinciding the two (purely by accident) variables ie- poetry and song was complimenting and peaceful

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2020hindsight said:

hey natasha,
anyone who doesn't believe in lunar eclipses will find out tomorrow !!
either the moon or the scientists will have red faces

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Stan 101 said:

Have you seen a road
that extends for miles?
yes you've been there
I see it in your eyes.

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I'm thinking of making a time machine
and of recreating a world that’s green
I would set back the clock – Fourteen ninety two (1492)
on an Aztec rock, with a dazzling view
..... but- I'd know what I know, and not what they knew

maybe live with a mild mannered Montezuma
and worship the wind and the solar and lunar
but praps I could point from majestic heights
and show them foreboding malevolent sights
……. and warn them of men who spread bull and bullfights

for in Fourteen hindred and ninety two (1492)
Columbus set forth on his sea of blue
they would soon discover the sword and the flue
that would cost them their lives and their gold art too
…... so much for their motto of “strong and true”

for Columbus bought swords and a hypocrite cross
for a close up lesson on who’s the boss
now the gold that he stole lines some “pure Vatican”
please Pope check your soul and don’t “do that again”
……. please Pope give it back and don’t “do that again”

for they had a culture and hearts of gold
praps a trifle indulgent if truth be told
but they welcomed the man, with the poker face
who presented credentials of “master race”
………who would con them with tricks and with farcical grace.

now watch he declared as the moon arose
I alone dictate where yon full moon goes
and he shouted a curse “make the moon disappear”
and the locals grinned for it stayed right there
…….. but a short time later it lost its glare.

and the man with the poker face went on
will you do as I ask"? - should I blot out the sun?
and the natives shivered with shock and awe
for the moon was gone, and their fear was raw
……… and they buckled to conman Columbus’s law.

then the moon reappeared as he said it would
and Columbus made sure that they understood
"you see with what power I set the rules
now bow to me heathens!! (you ignorant fools)"
…….. “(on behalf of the Pope all this gold makes me drool)”

how great would it be, how much better off
if Noah was missing when Ark set off ,
how much kinder the Lord would have been, methinks
if instead of the new world, Columbus sinks
and to hell with all conmen,
Columbus'es,
finks.

........ but I'll happily bow to Newtonian "pinks"

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