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 Poems for years 4, 5, 6 and 7 of the Promptly Poetry Challenge. |
| A year's worth of poems, every week for 52 weeks, spanning 2023 and 2024, plus the years following, from August 2024 to August 2025, 2025 to 2026 (provided I live that long, of course). |
| Dreamer’s Desire Perchance to dream in poesy in fairyland of fantasy, where words are sweet upon our lips and gentle rain upon us drips, the breath of far and mythic seas to us it seems thus wafted near and bathed our souls, perchance to dream. Let fade this world of daily toil with daily fret our lives to foil; release our bonds so minds can thrive, imagination brought alive. All daily cares are put behind and from us hurled, illusion sounds a clarion, let fade this world. Line count: 12 Form: Wrapped Refrain For Promptly Poetry Challenge 7, Week 3 Prompt: Write a Wrapped Refrain - 2 or more stanzas of 6 lines each; Meter: 8,8,8,8,12,12 and Rhyme Scheme: a,a,b,b,c,c. Refrain rule: In each stanza, the first 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) in the first line must be the last 4 syllables (or 4 single-syllable words) at the end of the last line. This is what wraps each stanza with a repeated refrain ...thus, the Wrapped Refrain. |
| Nine Nine Nine Three nines are twenty-seven, dressed to the nines three times; there are easier ways to enter heaven than finding so many rhymes. Multiplication is all very well, divide and conquer much less; quantum mechanics is no way to tell, and none of them Porgy and Bess. Here in the States we’re talking of math but maths is the subject elsewhere. in Yorkshire they may call it a path, but single or plural who cares? Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge 7, Week 2 Prompt: Twenty-seven. |
| I Know About Water “It’s dehydration,” he says, my urologist named Jez, and he demands that I drink more water than would fill the sink. “Impossible, I can’t do that,” I cry, but, you know me, I have to try. How much is three litres I wonder, I’m drowning already and going under. Divide and conquer, that’s how to do it, it has to be done or one day I’ll rue it. So coffee will count and I’ll add some tea, don’t give up Coke, I have to be free. Water with flavour, water with meds, glug it and gulp it from morning till bed. Now I am full from my head to my toe, the bathroom is calling and I have to go. Line count: 16 Rhyming couplets For Promptly Poetry Challenge 7, Week 1 Prompt: Water. |
| A Happy Ending There’ll be no sunset to ride into, it’ll not be a matter of derring-do; no golden words or fragrant flowers, no stirring music for the final hours. I see it as a sigh of blessed relief, with time exposed as a vagrant thief and unhallowed days of long ago revealed at last as rather shallow. When all comes down to one more breath, goodbye to life, hello to death, with this I swear I’ll be content, the smile upon my face is meant. Line count: 12 Rhyming couplets For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 52 Prompt: Write about a “happy ending.” |
| Quickened How long’s a moment, a slice of time, a generous scoop, or a pinch so fine? And happiness too, a great guffaw, or content warm, no loud hurrah? But sudden instant or lifetime long, to walk with God’s the happiest song. Line count: 12 Rhymed abcb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 51 Prompt: Write about a moment when you felt very happy. |
| A Wrong Rhyme It’s the wrong day, and the wrong way, the wrong time, on the wrong dime. For the wrong thing, and the wrong fling, much the wrong thought, for the wrong court. And the wrong sight in the wrong light, though not too long, it’s the wrong song. Line count: 12 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 50 Prompt: Use the phrase “the wrong day” in your poem. |
| The Gang Sir Egg Cup and his spoon takes a tired bow, his friend, the bulldog clip, long departed now. And neighbour Coffee Mug aloof, beverage proud and bold, has little time for lesser vessel - a snob he is I’m told. But now the flashy keyboard black, rattling through the day, gabbles words and words and words, cares not who hears him say. While bright and wise, the Monitor, gazes on them all, though chief among assembled crew, Remote has final call. Medicine dispenser, calendar, eyeglasses and more; they crowd around me every day, assistants to the core. Line count: 20 Rhymed abcb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 49 Prompt: Write a poem listing and connecting mundane objects around you. Consider how you interact with them, and how they interact with each other. |
 Book Shop Secondhand book shop weathered like its wares faded in the sun and dampened by the rain. Last of the Mohicans a pebble in the stream refuge from the future defender of your dreams. Gigabytes and binaries stooping from the cloud geriatrics thinning out as reading dies within. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 48 Prompt: As per illustration. |
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Colours You tell me that it’s mazarine to which I say, “What do ya mean?” and, if it seems the answer’s blue, I’ll wonder why I askèd you. And now you tell me quercitron, I really think my hearing’s gone - but you insist it’s sorta yellow; much more of this and I shall bellow. Then follow this with annatto to make my understanding go, and when you tell me it means red, you surely know you should have said. Tyrian purple, dragon’s blood, ponceau, puce, gamboge mud, all colours that I’ll never know, their names they do confuse me so. Line count: 16 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 47 Prompt: Write a color poem. |
| Why Not To leave these wearied cares and lay aside this form sweet relief caress my face without theatric bow the final scene unfolded now and down the lights so low waiting for the lights to go up Now there for once in the midnight fretful bed came chance to hold desire the moment rich with decision and fortune favoured will to be within that silent crowd with soul released rejoicing happy even waiting for the lights to go up Came grudging thought to weave upon the wish mere reason to go on the groping hand released from death still searching for the gun. waiting for the lights to go up. Line count: 23 Form: The Bop For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 46 Prompt: Write a bop, any subject. This is actually an amalgam of two poems (entitled Why and Why Not) I wrote in about 1970, together with extra lines written today to meet the demands of the form. I don’t remember all the lines but needed to write them down so that they were recorded (in the hope of eventually recalling the others) and the prompt was a good way of killing two birds with one stone. |
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