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 Poems for years 4, 5 and 6 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). |
| Elegy for Today The AI man doth hawk his wares, untouched by human hand, he swears, and, truth be told, its sell by date’s a pleasing touch but awful late, with chemical fragrance for the nose, though here again he scorns the rose, and that’s not all - the grocer’s stall is filled with produce from the mall, not raised by Giles on the farm, mixed instead by chemist’s arm, and, though it may be labelled meat, it’s made of bugs and smells too sweet, while, on the television screen, the actors in electronic dream tell tales of our suburban lives with husbands now morphed into wives. Line count: 16 Rhymed couplets For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 28 Prompt: Poet’s choice. |
| Marvin I’ll tell you the story of Marvin the Shiftless, so pay close attention and you’ll be my witness; if it’s character you want then he’s the most shifty, so completely sans shift that he’s nowhere near nifty. That shifty look in his eye is a dead giveaway, he might be here today but soon gone away. It’s so rare for him to settle down and not to lurk; perhaps he’d do better if he changed to shift work. And now as we watch him shift down a gear, (the shift he is wearing is something so dear) I can’t stop my thinking and you’ll catch my drift, he’ll be late for work if he don’t start to shift. Line count: 12 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 37 Prompt: Write a shifting poem. |
| Downtown Downtown’s a word American to me a song by Petula Clark. Do better, I think, Chuck Berry can and Billy Joel will make you hark. Of uptown girls he is a-singing, just give the feller a decent listen. The piano man is always winging, up or down his town’s not missin’. Plenty of songs are about the city, too many to mention right here, but all are by reputation pretty - no country music here. Line count: 12 Rhymed abab For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 36 Prompt: Downtown. |
| What Rhymes With Loop? Loop Poetry is a poetry form created by Hellon - Hellon Wheels I presume in trepidation - Trepidation because I’m at the beginning, Beginning what may end in desperation. I dislike repetition at the best of times; Times out of mind I’ve called it word games. Games to fit some pointless patterns. Patterns arbitrary and best consigned to flames. I do it purely because I need the exercise; Exercise brings strength and fitness I’m advised (Advised but seldom filled with enthusiasm), Enthusiasm expected or so I have surmised. Line count: 12 Form: Loop For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 35 Prompt: Write a Loop Poem. |
| They Also Compose Who Only Stand and Mumble Poet’s choice was the prompt. I looked it up on Google. Its only rhyme was "swamped,” I might as well blow a bugle. I took a peek at the others, ideas were my only druthers. Lady Fyn was riding a dragon, and I was needing a wagon. Amethyst was talking of rubies, while I felt more like a booby. Sox was speaking about patients, still my ideas were only latent. WakeUp was waxing political but I was looking for lyrical. Cast out and rejected I was, alone in the snow and the frost. When all of a sudden I knew I’d found the release from my stew. A poem about nothing to write could answer my unguided plight. Line count: 20 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 34 Prompt: Poet’s choice. |
| Weightless He feathers the throttle and the plane dips for a moment unsure the uplifting atmosphere paused as though in thought momentary reflection on propellers and airspeed inserted between up and down the ghost of Saint-Exupéry whispers in the air of flights in southern skies and clouded vistas. Then momentum bites and hand with new assurance guides the beast down to earth and home. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 33 Prompt: Feathers. |
| Homage to Paul Simon Time it was, and what a time it was, it was A time of innocence, A time of confidences Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph Preserve your memories; They're all that's left you From Bookends by Paul Simon Time it was (what a time it was) and was there tomorrow in the time it was? For innocence was forever and confidence lived only for the day; the dreams we whispered. Long ago it was and yesterday, though the years have fled, the friends dispersed, and secrets long forgotten. I have the photograph as proof. Faded now in another sun, no longer warm and thoughtless as memory sifts the happy times, the tears and passions too, constant reruns of changeless faces. Oh, I preserve what’s left. Line count: 16 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 32 Prompt: Include these words in your poem - Photograph, memory, tomorrow. |
| A Rational Excuse I’m English, more down to earth than Irish - ethereal I don’t do. Pooh. It isn’t to muses I’ve not listened - I’m a creature of my earth birth. So Saxon, and once my hair so flaxen has become just thin and grey. Stay! Line count: 12 Form: Deibide Baise Fri Toin For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 31 Prompt: Write a poem in the above Irish form. |
| Abandoned A crow has built a nest in my chimney, a home within an abode, in the cellar live the rats, in the walls the mice, and a snake raises a family under my porch. Don’t cry for me I am always shelter, if not for you, then others, though I lean and creak, windows cracked and broken, the forest draws near to huddle about me as I return to my roots. Don’t cry for me. Line count: 14 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, week 30 Prompt: Write a poem from the perspective of an abandoned building. |
| Apple Blossom My grandmother had an old apple tree, spreading gnarled branches in shadow and dark in the foliage of summer. But the spring blossom gave hope, with a white and bridal veil in the sun that cloaked its misshapen fingers. Yearly the miracle of promise renewed, settled on that ancient titan of age, the delicate flowers denying their dark past. And so to the autumn and ripening, the wedding splendour now forgotten, replaced with small, hard and bitter fruit. Line count: 12 Free verse For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 29 Prompt: Photo of apple blossom. |
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