National poetry writing month

National poetry writing month
A month of madness

Wednesday, 30 October 2024

Anyone there

 

I promise this is the last Halloween themed poem before I get on to my annual ruining Xmas songs before I get back into writing proper stuff. ish



I got myself a spirit board
To see how I would go
I asked if anyone was there
The pointer went to NO






Saturday, 19 October 2024

More dolls.

 

Message from one of my fans regarding evil dolls, occasionally I get a fearful post.

'Please. You can destroy Tiny Tears and Barbie, but please not Sindy and Pippa!

It's almost like she walked into that. Please note, Sindy and Pippa were popular dolls in the united Kingdom back then. Mostly because they were cheaper. 

Stretching fingers on the keyboard and lets out a cackle....and pootles off to do some doll related research.....

You're never going to find I'm sure
Upon our very British shore
Though even with our ancient lore
You'll find no curses near

Oh but in old USA
Cursed objects, every other day 
The priest brought in, on extra pay
An attic full of gear

A haunted box, a spooky book
A Barbie with an evil look
That scary Muppet swedish cook
It's one big cursed field day

In UK attics you will see
A very knackered Christmas tree
A Pippa doll without her knees
A box of pub ashtrays

One slightly decomposed brown rat
A novelty type birthday hat
A general why?- did we keep that!
A teddy that has burst

Let out a scream, full of dread
A Sindy doll, with felt tipped head
Could sell on eBay, by a thread
More money, just say cursed







Dolls

 Sorry I've got a theme going, must be Halloween on the united kingdom 

Dolls


There's something rather creepy
about those antique dolls
Glass eyes that blink discreetly 
They stare without a soul
Fine china lacks emotion
As plain as a statue
Depending on their notion
Not sure they'd murder you

For it's less of a worry
as China dolls are small
It's not like they can hurry 
They break when they do fall
In truth they are not bendy
So movements are not quick
And if they seen less friendly 
Just smash them with a brick

There's something rather creepy 
About those wooden dolls
Their movements jerk completely 
Again they lack a soul
With varnished faces painted
and lips gone quite askew 
Their style is rather dated
Not sure they'll murder you

For it's less of a worry
As wooden dolls are thick
It's not like they can hurry 
Being made from just a stick
But if they do turn frightful 
Just chop them with an axe
They may turn out quite useful
Since the winter fuels been taxed
















Friday, 18 October 2024

Meanwhile...

 You're read my other poem 
about the terror of the clowns
for clowns do warn they're creepy
so no chance too let you down
But the victims are so terrible 
It's cliche with a sigh
No wonder they go quickly 
This is the reason why....


They've announced there is a curfew
For the killer clowns in sight
Do arrange to have a party
with your mates on that same night
Pick a lovely little building 
So secluded, exits none
Full of tools for random farming
Just enough for everyone 

In your place, it's not that scary
with that killer clown next door
But remember, have a shower 
or a bath or even more
Dance around, just in your undies
Advertise yourself at home
Shout at random creepy strangers
Look at me! I'm on my own.

Being chased? Do run slowly 
Flail your arms around your hair 
When you jog, do trip on feathers
Leaves and sometimes just on air
Check to see that he is following 
It is nice, he thinks your sweet
That you're stopped to have breather
in the middle of the street

I'm kinda rooting for the clown now. 🤡🤡






Clowns


🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈🎈


 At many children parties
They dance amongst the young 
With noses colour scarlet
balloons and cakes and fun
They're comical and silly
and grin a big red smile
But the adults know the secret
In the movies clowns are vile

There's Pennywise and joker
and killer clowns from space
Be warned of captain Spaulding 
He'll get you in his place
Don't stop if they are smiling
when walking down the town
There's nothing worse that being chased 
by Art the sodding clown

Some folks who are quite mental 
Have clowns that look like dolls
they seem to all ride tricycles
I doubt you'll find their souls
Oh my! a fluffy harlequin
Contains the antichrist 
Is it anyway related
to those dolls in Poltergeist?








Thursday, 3 October 2024

Dog time

 I will just stare
Tip my head, are you aware
Still not noticing me
Big yawn, please see

Oh it's nearly time
Maybe I'll let out a whine 
Look into my eyes
Still nothing, big sigh

Different approach 
Dinner time needs a coach
She's hiding behind her screen 
Maybe let out a barking scream

She's just said FINE!
Zoomies wagging time
Chomping, like I'm starving, funny
Doggy biscuits in my tummy

Wait an hour and start again.


Sunday, 29 September 2024

Me

 Who am I?
Definition; my.
No. Who am I?
A simple breath in sigh?

Why do I feel
It never feels real
Jokes, conceal 
Secrets peel

What do I know
Simple things show
Words that flow
Sometimes slow

Can you see?
Am I free?
Well, naturally 
I'm just me. 







Saturday, 21 September 2024

Storm

 My name is stormy
because I know the storms
The feeling in my insides
When the power forms

Feel the dust in fingers
Insects catch a feast
See the change in nature
Powers of the east

Can you see the quiet
Nature holds her breath
Birds and very silent
Fly towards the west






Saturday, 14 September 2024

Act your age

Oh joy the romantic notion
Of magazines and aging lotion
Of over spending stuff devotion
Don't read that stuff old sage

Oh yes I'm really natural red
The model likes to touch her head
I think old hair is mostly dead
around the bus-pass stage 

The lady shows us exercise 
For most those poses are not wise
I cannot even see my thighs
My knees just creak with rage

Supplements for every ail
Most will just made with Kale
And at a push some fresh crushed Snail
Depending on your wage

Don't assume we're all the same
By showing oh a famous dame
Who doesn't need a Zimmer frame
Or lives within a cage

And so the lie of age will start
But you walk with a tartan cart
And cannot really trust a fart
So please DO act your age














Friday, 13 September 2024

If it's not, fix it

 It seems to be a silly thing
To ruin something new
A nod towards the vintage stuff
It just looks old, thank you 

A shabby chic or what the hell
Say's pre Raphael lite
Of course the barcode is still shown
The chipboard still in sight

But no one wants a true antique 
with stories found within 
They'd rather have the mass produced
Signed Chipindale, Beijing.

At antique fairs across the land
These lies have prices high
The modern knackered furniture 
Is the stuff folk tend to buy 

One of a kind the dealer says
He has the face of trust
A reclaimed, (bet the hell it is!)
With old (I'm sure fake rust)

The cash exchanged, the buyers go
A rare exchanged, such luck
If only they did see-
the other forty in his truck






Thursday, 12 September 2024

Run

 Dedicated to Mr Stephen De- utter loony.


I have a friend who's Husbands weird
He likes to run, yeap strange
And medals line his living room
in every size and range

He travels all around the world
and runs on every street
And every type of running shoe
he wears upon his feet

He also wears that lycra
Colours brighter than the sun
Of course you will be seen-
by astronauts when you do run

I guess a cunning notion
For reasons found within 
His clothes will blind the other folk
And this is why he wins

Please help him now, I utter loud
The poor sods lost the plot
An interventions needed
Tie his laces in a knot*

Be reasonable, my lovely friend
retire my dearest  man
Just  run for more important stuff 
Like trains or ice cream vans












* Thanks mum for the suggestion, she thinks he's weird as well.








Security

 A word I gave to the security man
In Tesco's, last fortnight 
Please keep a watch, I'm dodgy
Do keep me in your sight

'I'm dieting' I told him
Will-power I do lack
So do please shout "Oi watch it"
When I glance at random snacks

Please ban me from the crisp aisle
Announce when I do stray
An Asbo in the puddings
No chocolate bars today

Be thorough with the camera 
She looks aloof! Bizarre!
I'm sure you'll find I'm hiding 
A KitKat down my bra

In desperate times it's needed
A body search, with care
Family pack of wotsits 
found within my underwear.

So please Mr security man
I need your help I do
I'm sure I'd lose a ton of weight 
just running away from you.


Saturday, 31 August 2024

Doesn't help me now

 At school you're taught bout weird skills
Learn painting, words and other thrills
Such pretty thoughts on window sills
It doesn't help me now 

I know the names of kings and queens
And know which hue is evergreen
Who cares which artist painted Scream
It doesn't help me now

You go to collage, learn a trade
But wasted years on a parade 
To learn what Arthur Fry* had made
It doesn't help me now

I wish they'd taught bout saving cash
Or gave exams on types of rash
But learning types of trees called Ash
It doesn't help me now

Though now I'm rather good at games
And many quizzes are quite tame
Okay, quite good with random names
So I suppose it helps me now




* Inventor of Post it notes. 









Mobility hell angel

 















Hogs have their hell angels. 
 Mopeds- Mods and more
Harley Davidson leather, 
 meet from shore to shore
But there is a group so special 
 and others we do snub
Bring chaos dearest members, 
 In the mobility scooter club

Shout havoc, when you're driving, 
 yes use your bell as well
Just take out random ankles, 
 if you draw blood it's swell
Show off your brand new basket, 
 don't need a test to drive
Supersonic little scooter
 reaches speeds From 0 to 5

Please cover it with stickers, 
 Just use them now with pride
'I break for random pigeons
 My load is extra wide'
Be careful when reversing
 warn with a little sound
Download a tune that shouts out
 Move! Or I'll run you down

Remember when on pavements
 To be a king or queen
Forget about those walkers
 They're supposed to scream
Enjoy the little pleasures
  Drive really slow with care
Oh how is my new driving?
 I really do not care.





Wednesday, 28 August 2024

Me. Hello new tablet

 So, the weirdness of interwebby what's its. Oh how I miss floppy discs. 

The joy of a new tablet once again. She says with a hint of sarcasm

Meaning I had to sign in. Proving once again that I need to write things down. 

Personally I hate this new world. Unless you are computer and phone able it just becomes a muddle of nonsense. 

But the most important thing. I'm back on this page

My desision firmly against FB. Which has nothing to do with the fact I cannot actually access it.  

I uttered the word faff at least five times.

For those who know me. Well I will be totally changing myself online.  If I cannot log on without a mobile brain scan then I'm afraid I just won't bother. 

I don't understand why they need a phone number when they want an email. Plus I don't understand what my age, pronoun, height and if I had bacon for breakfast has anything to do with anything really.  Let alone having to prove that I'm not a robot send from the future, whose main goal is to try and log into some random nutters FB page. And thus change the future. 

Not exactly a plot from a movie. Terminator 5.. Rise of the random posts about bin day.

Mmmm could be a poem.