Roolz

#Poetry #Writeclub #Rules #School

Stop Fidgeting, keep hands on the table
then pick up the pencil and solve if you’re able
the exercise given on the chalk board
and follow the teachers instructions to the horde
Treat your books with respect – and you will pass
don’t scribble or leave them lying on the grass
lose them and your folks will be paying a fee
and that will upset them – im sure you’ll agree
Listen to the masters, don’t yell or talk
or heading your way, a piece of chalk
Don’t use the paper for summat to throw
for if you do outside the door you will go
Acting like banshees in the playground again
or fighting will find you standing in rain
Running down corridors – you might slip or fall
or finding your self stood silent by a wall
Educations important – mum and dad say,
but when sun is fine – the kids wan’t to play
With all these rules – the kids start to cuss
it’s a wonder why we turn up for the annual fuss?

Funny Bloke

A response to a #Writeclub prompt

(poetry purists – it’s a San-san)

“funny bloke”

a poem from inky, based on page 16, line 16 of

Round Ireland with a Fridge“, by Tony Hawks.

He’d been brought in to warm up the crowd

before the main act began

The audience sat there – some bemused

while other’s shouted – beer fuelled – aloud

“bring on the band” – he wasn’t a fan

six minutes passed – it didn’t go fast

till the audience amused by comic pratfalls – reused

raised cheers from the assembled crowd

indeed they were amused

Blown Away

#Leaves #Autumn #Wind #Kite #writeclub

A response to this weeks write club theme – there will be more, thanks to lockdown!

You could tell it was the first day of Autumn

the four winds were having a wail of a time

with the things their friends had left them

It wasn’t Christmas , but it might well have been

for as well as the brown, yellows and golds

the trees had left them something – Red and Blue

So instead of lifting the sparrows around

they decided to play with the thing they had found

and kids from their windows spotted at night

the winds playing happily with their red and blue kite

Icebergs

#Writeclub #Poetry #Icebergs

2nd November 2020

A piece written for the online writeclub on something a little frosty, but even they have a bit of character!

They’re floating in the sea

like unseen Bazookas

Their glacial shadows casting

over the cold blue water

as the fleet of little boats

navigate around them

Birds sing out a warning to

their fisherman friends below

Careful dear friends – its squeeky bum time!

but out in the depths – the ice mountains wail

their triangular forms weighed down in discombobulation

Its lonely out here – we only want a hug!

Summers End

There’s a definite change in the air

although he’s there – you don’t see the sun as much

longer nights, shorter days

expect the palette on the trees to change

on the whole – there’s signs that winter is on her way

frosty mornings covering fallen autumn leaves

a mass of crispy leaves amass

under the trees that once held them

to the wildlife its a sign to check the supplies and get

under the covers till the arrival of spring

munching on supplies before drifting off to sleep

night owls staying by their nests

Popcorn Plant

#Writeclub #Popcorn

popcorn plant (illustration by inky)

Confusion reigned among the staff
in the garden centre
Curiously, the conkers they were growing
for selling in pots in the greenhouse
had grown, no sprouted….no rocketed
into something a little more colourful
a little more knobbly and a little more exotic
a lot more tropical and a little less green
i mean – leaves the colours of mixed fruit drops ?
and poking through the glass towards the sky
you couldn’t call them unseen – definately unmuted
as the kids visited every blossom time
picking off popcorn from the branches and petals

Squadron

A write club acrostic, written by inky.

#Imperialwarmuseum #Airfix #Planes #Squadron #Military #Aircraft

Sat atop a great height

quite a few planes, old and new

used to being in hangars, have found

a home by the waters of a canal

definitely a peacetime operation

red arrows escorting a Spitfire veteran and

other D-Day participants – resting on their runway

new recruits ready to escort them from another bookshelf

Morning Battle

#Morning #Battle #writeclub

Head stuck under the pillow

Feet reaching for the floor

Toes feeling the cold tingle of wood floor

and making a retreat for the duvet

Rumble of morning traffic

passing by the close by road

engaged in a battle to reach their destination

Formula 1 – but without the engine

Perhaps it was a good idea

Maybe it had to be done

But sticking your head under ice cold water

couldn’t be considered much fun