Lockdown – an acrostic

#acrostic #lockdown

Magpies are having a field day

as the neighbourhood still sleeps

nipping on and off the rooftiles while

cats on the ground they creep

household activity – minimum

everyone’s taken to bed, for

somebody said there’s a lockdown, so

they’ve decided to rest their heads

even the stadiums are empty – no fans to follow the score

reality needs them return now – so the teams can hear them roar

Another Mission

A re-write of an old poem by inky

They’re coming en – masse

to a patch of green grass

on a mission

Flying overhead and

Fishing around the quayside bins

for that half eaten sandwich

or open sardine tin

From Ramsdens to the Royal Oak

They rendezvous round

some right royal pickings

And as the Canada geese look on

the feathers skip and hop

between passing pedestrians

in their summer regalia

They don’t mind – if its breakfast or tea

and when chased by the geese – off they flee

heading for new greens – they’re on to a winner

something really tasty for dinner

Outrageous Orange

If anyone saw your recklessness

bounding from flower to flower

pinching the finest nectar from each one

I’m pretty sure – they’d be shocked

no wonder the bees are fed up

but people see your pale orange wings

and just smile

not knowing you’ve just done a heist in the garden

The Buskers Dilemma

Their pitch was in the perfect location

Their routine rehearsed to perfection

and for once – the sun was shining

No problem with people passing by,

or pigeons up in the blue sky

they had a crowd, who cheered laughed and cried

They sung out most of the afternoon

till the dawn of the appearing evening moon

their caps and cups full, with notes and coins

and rendezvoused back in a caff to rejoin

But after their breakfast and coffee and tea

they soon departed from their moment of glee

for after their repast, after singing their tome

they just had enough for the bus fare home

Ode to the trees

#Octpowrimo #Huggingatree

They line the road, from bottom to top

watching the people and vehicles pass by

doing their work without a word

the birds rest on their branches as they’ll flop

to trees with lots of leaves they’ll fly

the shade cast on the greens of the grass around

enjoying the cool from the suns rays unheard

out of the sun – on the shadiest ground

Lost

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#Lost #Fog #Picture #Disappeared #Vanished

they went for a wonder

through a familiar place

when the fog lifted later

of explorers – no trace

 

The local constabulary

puzzled like all

to Scotland Yard

they made a call

 

The dogs let loose

as the yards crack squad

examined each footprint

the missing had trod

 

but like their colleagues – at the end of the day

the inspector concluded – they’d been whisked away

with no more evidence – he said “Call off the dogs….

these poor souls have been taken by the fog!”

Honesty

The Mirror Crack’d

They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder

but a world without mirrors ?

It would be like heaven and hell had fallen on earth

as illusions of divinity – shattered

 

pictures captured by brush not box

and barbers taking time over women’s (and men’s locks)

“You really look good!” They’ll all say

Not mentioning the topic – your hairs going grey

 

And fashion be judged by crowds by a look

as you wander around in a dress off the hook

the salesman smiled – as he took your cash

but opinions from others – are honest but rash

 

“Too hell with it!” you yell “I like it!” you say

but banana coloured trousers with shirt pink and grey ?

You’ll say – “It’s the fashion – what they’re wearing”, Of course

(Forgetting you’re dressed like a pantomime horse)

 

So as you walk away – wearing clothes with a smile

people say nothing – and laugh after a while

at the fashion statement – you just had to buy

that if in the mirror you’d seen – it’d just make you cry

Time Machine

Pick Your Gadget

Now, I’ve been asked my thoughts
of to be seen
of what i’d do
wi a time machine

It would be tempting,
to travel in time
and meet wi some writers
I’ll mention in th’rhyme

I’d meet wi’ Kipling and Baden Powell
and then under the canvas we’d look
at those all animals listed in
that there Jungle Book

And whilst in the jungle
I’d hatch up a plan
to call up that there Hannibal,
the Elephant Man

Tommy cooper would provide the laughs
as Francis Drake mapped charts and graphs
calculating the best place to be –
and making sure we don’t show up in th’sea!

And when we planned where we wanted to be,
we’d set time and course by watch and degree.
Aiming to get there, and being quite quick,
So we could enjoy a time travelling picnic