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Julie Grenness Apr 2016
This is a verse of new thoughts,
I've invented indoor sports,
Written in a poem of riddles,
Like, "What is Time for Tiddles?"
Why, it's wine with Mahjong,
Those tiles don't tarry long,
Then it's "Drinks for Scrabble,"
With bevvies we'll all dabble,
Or, "Come and try my beers,"
Many varieties over here,
New indoor sports, my dears!
Feedback welcome. (I don't even drink, bit of imagination!)
Tryst Jul 2014
In olden days such tales were told
Of maidens fair and knights so bold
The royal jousts and kingly feasts
And peasant folk who toiled like beasts

In one such kingdom trouble came
So terrible none would speak its name
A frightful creature with fiery breath
That brought destruction, pain and death

A dragon born from fire and stone
Consumed the livestock, skin and bone
Still hungering, it sought fresh meat
No one was safe to walk the street

The king declared a proclamation
A hero needed to save the nation
But knights declined to heed the calls
And hid behind their castle walls

And so time passed and people starved
So many died, their numbers halved
It seemed that help would come too late
The kingdom doomed, a dreadful fate

And then one day a stranger came
Who offered to douse the dragon's flame
Sir George was strong and very handsome
In return he demanded a kingly ransom

The King brought forth his only daughter
And offered her hand for the dragon's slaughter
George was amused, he thought it funny
And laughed "No thanks, just give me money!"

The King agreed to George's demands
And placed great riches into his hands
"Well thanks!" said George, "Now time for work"
He took up lance, a shield and dirk

They watched as George rode out of town
His quest, to hunt the dragon down
And then there came that nightmare sound
As dragon swooped towards the ground

George raised his shield above his head
As dragon fire, hot as molten lead
Came spewing forth to where he stood
George held his ground as best he could

The dragon soared and dived again
George ****** his lance but all in vain
The dragon, coated in armored scale
Too tough for lance to ever impale

The struggle raged, throughout the day
Their fighting leading them further away
Spectators lost them both from view
As they battled on, those fearless two

With castle walls now out of sight
George stopped, sat down and lit a pipe
He inhaled deep and watched the sky
The dragon alighted close nearby

"Great show Mr Tiddles!" George beamed a smile
"Our finest battle for quite a while!"
The dragon came closer and licked George's ear
"We'll feast tonight on mutton and beer!

That’s Austria, Switzerland, Belgium, France
Half of Europe has seen us dance!
Next stop the English, they are so quaint
Perhaps they'll offer to make me a Saint?" ...
AS ONE
( for Miss Tilly & Miss Tiddles )

the kitten has no need
of time
it lives in the meow of now

the toddler too
of time cares nothing
cries only for the now

both watch
as the world assembles
itself around them

they gaze
into each other's eyes
smile with recognition

they treat each other
as equal
beings

they play with the moment
rolling it around
as if it were a bell in a ball

they are both startled
by the shadow that
grows out of them

neither kitten or girl
can understand the stranger who
mimics and mocks them in the mirror

now their shadows hide and
there is no body
behind the mirror

grandfather clock
spits out time
in sharp short ticks

both girl & kitten
laughing at it
wondering why it cries

they live in the endless
time of
no time

a moment is
a forever
a play thing

girl & kitten now
asleep in each other's arms
Time has been turned off

the world sneaks away
here a blob of green
there a shred of red

inside their heads
kitten...girl
share the same dream
Donall Dempsey Mar 2017
PINNING MOTHER DOWN

"I always..." she put forth
" ...remember Mother

as a delicious smell
like an apple

pie cooling down
or a heated up dinner."

"Though now..." she corrected
her put-forth-remark

"|...as the nasty smell
of her elastic pale pink

roll-on corset.
Always gave me the shivers!"

Her words stood forth
upon the air

as if they had been
carved from there.

Pronouncements: never
just mere speech.

"Or that stink of mangy fox
stole she never wore

that always hid at the back
of her wardrobe

its beady little eyes
daring me to come nearer

so it could( and I knew it would )
bite me in two.

Or her knitting
that the cat always peed on

( she couldn't smell
a thing herself poor dear )

her scarves always smelling
of Tiddles.

Yes, Mother was as
perfect as Michaelmas daises

in a vase.

Although she always pronounced it
vas/e not va/se.

She was always such
a difficult woman

to pin down.
VERONICAH ORINA  Dec 2017
Rain
VERONICAH ORINA Dec 2017
Oh rain!
Fall on my riddles
Where i go i see no path bain
Getting far away from me are my life's tiddles

Oh rain!
My soul dies with bitterness everyday
And it is me who feeels the pain
Wash it so tranquility may find space to stay someday

Oh rain
Chase my fog away and find me a way
To undress and blow my sorrows so they wind around any chain
To let me fly so i may even in May

Oh rain! Gather your drops
To join my broken then cease to allure sunshine to befall on my crops.
By Veronicah Orina
Donall Dempsey Mar 2021
PINNING MOTHER DOWN

"I always..." she put forth
" ...remember Mother

as a delicious smell
like an apple

pie cooling down
or a heated up dinner."

"Though now..." she corrected
her put-forth-remark

"|...as the nasty smell
of her elastic pale pink

roll-on corset.
Always gave me the shivers!"

Her words stood forth
upon the air

as if they had been
carved from there.

Pronouncements: never
just mere speech.

"Or that stink of mangy fox
stole she never wore

that always hid at the back
of her wardrobe

its beady little eyes
daring me to come nearer

so it could( and I knew it would )
bite me in two.

Or her knitting
that the cat always peed on

( she couldn't smell
a thing herself poor dear )

her scarves always smelling
of Tiddles.

Yes, Mother was as
perfect as Michaelmas daises

in a vase.

Although she always pronounced it
vas/e not va/se.

She was always such
a difficult woman

to pin down.

*


Visiting a friend in a ward....got taken over by the lady in the poem who thought I was her husband and started going on about her Mum. I didn't know the lady but for that short time she made her Mum immensely real to me. Her name was Betty as was her Mum.
PINNING MOTHER DOWN


"I always..." she put forth
" ...remember Mother
as a delicious smell

like an apple
pie cooling down
or a heated up dinner."

"Though now..." she corrected
her put-forth-remark
"...as the nasty smell

of her elastic pale pink
roll-on corset.
Always gave me the shivers!"

her words stood forth
upon the air as if they
had been carved from there

pronouncements:
never
just mere speech

"Or that stink of mangy fox
stole she never wore
that always hid

at the back of her wardrobe
its beady little eyes
daring me to come nearer

so it could
( and I knew it would )
bite me in two

or her knitting
that the cat
always peed on

( she couldn't smell
a thing herself
poor dear )

her scarves
always smelling
of Tiddles

yes, Mother was as
perfect as Michaelmas daises
in a vase

although she always
pronounced it
vas/e not va/se

she was always such
a difficult woman
to pin down


*


Visiting a friend in a ward....got taken over by the lady in the poem who thought I was her husband and started going on about her Mum. I didn't know the lady but for that short time she made her Mum immensely real to me. Her name was Betty as was her Mum.

Also curiously enough she never said "she said..." but rather "she put forth...."

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