I see a cloud bear
Up in the sky
Wearing a belt
And flying so high.
Little black nose
And shiny blue eyes
High in the air
What a surprise
It just appeared
out of the blue
Crazy big ears
Listening to you.
Time for a bear poem?
Tag: Poem
Slow
Slow connection
Slow to load,
Blocks are irritating
Words don’t work.
Finding my footing
Muddling through
Finding it painful
To work it out.
Don’t try spaces
Don’t type lines,
Everything jumps
And moves around.
Poems in WordPress
blocks are hard to do.
Dooubled letter gllitch
Word press
You’re mmaking me dizzy!
When iI write poetry
You aadd a second letter
To the second word
Sometimes…
Then you stop
For no apparent reason..
It’s like you are toying with me
Playing wwith my mind
See yyou stuck another
Double iin again….
What aare you doing?
Laughing at me?
Clinking milk bottles
Last night at 1am
Clink clank went the bottles
Clatter, clunk, tinkle…
What is that?
Who is that?
Someone drunk?
Someone ill?
Why do that?
I’m opening the door…
Looking out?
Looking around,
Looking down….
Hedgehog! Rootling
Empty bottles
Tipped over!
Cheeky blighter!
We had blue sky this morning…
Made me feel happy, seeing sunshine
Seeing blue-sky
Now it’s grey and overcast
Threatening rain
What a pain…
I’m going for a walk
Long or short?
Depends on the weather…
For ducks?
World, wrapped…
World wrapped… Up
In a plastic bag,
Or bubble wrap….
World wrapped in packaging
In yards or meters of soft, slithering, veils.
Plastic permiates
Plastic stifles
Plastic swallowed
Blocking guts
Strangling
Plastic smothers
It won’t go away.
Like an infinite being
Never-ending nightmare.
Permanent
Plastic…..
Scaled
Dragon breath burns
So scales must be thick and strong
They must be impervious to flame.
Neither touched by fire
Or scorched by smoke.
Dragon scales are close fitting
Letting no sword or arrowhead in.
Dragon scales fit with no sags or bulges.
Metallic and shimmering.
Dawn
Dreamt the first two lines of this poem So I decided to go for it and see what emerged….
There’s a sullen red cloud on the horizon,
A ships in dock they say..
Will there be sailors in port today,
Or will it sail away?
Off to chase the Mackrel
Or to fish for Cod
Leaving on the high tide
Into the hands of God?
There’s red upon the horizon
Is it a sailors blood?
Staining the water with it
In a storm greater than the flood.
Will the sailors return again
Back to this quiet bay?
No man of weather can tell me.
But the portents are bad, they say.
Four faced
Four winds blow
East, North and West
Don’t forget South.
Four faced breezes
softly and gently
Like a blown kiss
Warm southerly
Cold northerly
The winds blow from the East
And lands freeze
From the West and storms
They rage.
Howling
Moaning
Shouting
Weeping
Four faced
Strong but gentle
Creating an atmosphere!
Tee’d off!
Missing my T…
_he _ on my keyboard keeps missing
I_ goes for a li__le walk..
I_ skips off _he page every minui_e
and disappears in_o _he dark.
I can’_ find _he _ on my keyboard….
I_ has los_ I_’s way once again.
Im blas_ed fed up wi_h _he missing _
cos a drink of ho_ _ea is no good!
Mallaband-Brown 