Today's poet

[freckle]

Good morning all....earlier this week I had the pleasure of visiting a nice cosy country pub where Lewis Carroll reputedly penned his clasic Alice in Wonderland....it felt a little magical to be where such a literary classic had been created...anyhow I came across this today and really liked the sense of irony in it....

Rules and regulations
Lewis Carroll

A short direction
To avoid dejection,
By variations
In occupations,
And prolongation
Of relaxation,
And combinations
Of recreations,
And disputation
On the state of the nation
In adaptation
To your station,
By invitations
To friends and relations,
By evitation
Of amputation,
By permutation
In conversation,
And deep reflection
You'll avoid dejection.

Learn well your grammar,
And never stammer,
Write well and neatly,
And sing most sweetly,
Be enterprising,
Love early rising,
Go walk of six miles,
Have ready quick smiles,
With lightsome laughter,
Soft flowing after.
Drink tea, not coffee;
Never eat toffy.
Eat bread with butter.
Once more, don't stutter.

Don't waste your money,
Abstain from honey.
Shut doors behind you,
(Don't slam them, mind you.)
Drink beer, not porter.
Don't enter the water
Till to swim you are able.
Sit close to the table.
Take care of a candle.
Shut a door by the handle,
Don't push with your shoulder
Until you are older.
Lose not a button.
Refuse cold mutton.
Starve your canaries.
Believe in fairies.
If you are able,
Don't have a stable
With any mangers.
Be rude to strangers.

Moral: Behave.

Don't cha just hate rules sometimes????????

Hope you are all well this morning...

[Mossdog]

So here I am, sat in my kitchen, nursing a poorly leg and feeling sorry for myself, when I suddenly realise, I have absently minded consumed the best part of two bags of co-op tangerines (2 for the price of 1 and 100% extra free!). My God, how could I have been so reckless, I've massively exceeded the Daily Recommended Dose. How could this have happened? For it could not be I that was at fault! No, the source of my gluttony must lay with those little minx, the fruit themselves. So take heed my fellow running poets, I have penned these words by way of warning. (All rhyming ineptness and poetry crassness is the responsibility of Vitamin C overdose - for that too could not be I).


The Hussy Tangerine

Choose me! Choose me! I hear her cry
This wanton fruit amongst God's fields of citrus delight,
Shuns all bushels that threaten to mask her light,
This juicious bundle calls out from a high.

Of her attire, brazen atomic hue,
So favoured by manly mountain rescue teams,
And gangs of lusty limbed highway men sporting bollardy themes,
A bright badge of questionable fidelity, it's true.

"I am no coquettish orange tease", she beams,
"My dazzily cloak falls away with such light touch and so alluring ease,
No struggle to satisfy the worldly wise or puritan alike, I wish to please",
"Ooooh Sir! Why I do declare!" She innocently interjects, it seems.

And once this little strumpet stands unabashed and wholly denuded,
Her joys unfold for all to so readily cleave,
And when so pleasured, to up, and take their leave.
But hark! Choose me! Choose me! Her sisters proclaim once more, so ruded!

So be warned my fellow formites, of these pocket temptresses,
Whose gawdy pleasures at this festive time sell themselves as so a-peeling,
Be not beguiled for it is Satan's little sisters that you are dealing,
So cultivate restraint and heighten our natural British resolve and stiff represses.

[Derby Tup]

So here I am, sat in my kitchen, nursing a poorly leg and feeling sorry for myself, when I suddenly realise, I have absently minded consumed the best part of two bags of co-op tangerines (2 for the price of 1 and 100% extra free!). My God, how could I have been so reckless, I've massively exceeded the Daily Recommended Dose. How could this have happened? For it could not be I that was at fault! No, the source of my gluttony must lay with those little minx, the fruit themselves. So take heed my fellow running poets, I have penned these words by way of warning. (All rhyming ineptness and poetry crassness is the responsibility of Vitamin C overdose - for that too could not be I).


The Hussy Tangerine

Choose me! Choose me! I hear her cry
This wanton fruit amongst God's fields of citrus delight,
Shuns all bushels that threaten to mask her light,
This juicious bundle calls out from a high.

Of her attire, brazen atomic hue,
So favoured by manly mountain rescue teams,
And gangs of lusty limbed highway men sporting bollardy themes,
A bright badge of questionable fidelity, it's true.

"I am no coquettish orange tease", she beams,
"My dazzily cloak falls away with such light touch and so alluring ease,
No struggle to satisfy the worldly wise or puritan alike, I wish to please",
"Ooooh Sir! Why I do declare!" She innocently interjects, it seems.

And once this little strumpet stands unabashed and wholly denuded,
Her joys unfold for all to so readily cleave,
And when so pleasured, to up, and take their leave.
But hark! Choose me! Choose me! Her sisters proclaim once more, so ruded!

So be warned my fellow formites, of these pocket temptresses,
Whose gawdy pleasures at this festive time sell themselves as so a-peeling,
Be not beguiled for it is Satan's little sisters that you are dealing,
So cultivate restraint and heighten our natural British resolve and stiff represses.

Great stuff Mossy

[Derby Tup]

Time goes slowly by
Sat in the back of a speeding car
Vehicles pass on both sides
Wheels turning on slick concrete
Endless toll gates interupt our journeys
Roadside banana leaves flutter in the breeze
And occasionally a Kestrel hovers
The sun shines through tinted glass
As we cross river after river
A temple can be seen on the horizon
Before I snooze, then wake
Lost momentarily in time

[Mossdog]

Time goes slowly by
Sat in the back of a speeding car
Vehicles pass on both sides
Wheels turning on slick concrete
Endless toll gates interupt our journeys
Roadside banana leaves flutter in the breeze
And occasionally a Kestrel hovers
The sun shines through tinted glass
As we cross river after river
A temple can be seen on the horizon
Before I snooze, then wake
Lost momentarily in time

Thanks DT. I've never tried an abba quatrain style before (I"ve just looked that up so I'm not really that knowledgeable).

Your verses again convey a heady sense of being very busy and rather hectic. Do take care of yourself.

[Derby Tup]

Thanks DT. I've never tried an abba quatrain style before (I"ve just looked that up so I'm not really that knowledgeable).

Your verses again convey a heady sense of being very busy and rather hectic. Do take care of yourself.

I know nothing about poetry or lyrical composition but isn't that where the 70's Swedish supergroup got their name?

Got tomorrow off to go sightseeing! Going to see famous viewpoint on a 'mountain'

[freckle]

So here I am, sat in my kitchen, nursing a poorly leg and feeling sorry for myself, when I suddenly realise, I have absently minded consumed the best part of two bags of co-op tangerines (2 for the price of 1 and 100% extra free!). My God, how could I have been so reckless, I've massively exceeded the Daily Recommended Dose. How could this have happened? For it could not be I that was at fault! No, the source of my gluttony must lay with those little minx, the fruit themselves. So take heed my fellow running poets, I have penned these words by way of warning. (All rhyming ineptness and poetry crassness is the responsibility of Vitamin C overdose - for that too could not be I).


The Hussy Tangerine

Choose me! Choose me! I hear her cry
This wanton fruit amongst God's fields of citrus delight,
Shuns all bushels that threaten to mask her light,
This juicious bundle calls out from a high.

Of her attire, brazen atomic hue,
So favoured by manly mountain rescue teams,
And gangs of lusty limbed highway men sporting bollardy themes,
A bright badge of questionable fidelity, it's true.

"I am no coquettish orange tease", she beams,
"My dazzily cloak falls away with such light touch and so alluring ease,
No struggle to satisfy the worldly wise or puritan alike, I wish to please",
"Ooooh Sir! Why I do declare!" She innocently interjects, it seems.

And once this little strumpet stands unabashed and wholly denuded,
Her joys unfold for all to so readily cleave,
And when so pleasured, to up, and take their leave.
But hark! Choose me! Choose me! Her sisters proclaim once more, so ruded!

So be warned my fellow formites, of these pocket temptresses,
Whose gawdy pleasures at this festive time sell themselves as so a-peeling,
Be not beguiled for it is Satan's little sisters that you are dealing,
So cultivate restraint and heighten our natural British resolve and stiff represses.

Mmmmmm...wonder if there is a subtext dear mossdog I will ponder!...excellent verse....

[freckle]

just had a lovely restorative run along sea front, in the dene, cold icy bog, mud underfoot...wind rain blasting my face...and all withouit any pain in my kidneys or stomach (at last!)...great stuff...also helped to deal with a few anxious thoughts this morn....

still-ness
in movement
fr(m)ie(y)nd

[Derby Tup]

just had a lovely restorative run along sea front, in the dene, cold icy bog, mud underfoot...wind rain blasting my face...and all withouit any pain in my kidneys or stomach (at last!)...great stuff...also helped to deal with a few anxious thoughts this morn....

still-ness
in movement
fr(m)ie(y)nd

Sounds a good run out freckle

Remembered this haiku written this morning:

black and orange koi
patrolling still hotel pond
reflect spring-like sun

[Harry H Howgill]

well said!!

It is my favourite quote, and a bit more my style than the lion for a day / lamb for a fortnight (or whatever it was) quote.

Go girl, sieze the day.