Just Time for One Last Rhyme

A few hundred thoughts

Just over three years

Some were quite funny

Some may have brought tears 

Some band wagon thinking

Politicians and cats

All sorts of daft stuff

Teasing mackerel's with sprats 

Many thousands of visitors

Encouraged my crime

Impersonating poets

With my brand Ropey Rhyme

Thank you to blogspot

And my twittering friends

Eager agog or plain curious

Lassoed or strungout by odd ends

But then again.............. 

Veins in Vane

Vladislav Dracula
Son of the dragon
with a habit that sucked
He went on the wagon

All through the night
fitful sleep all a quiver
Dreams of transfusion
raw plates of warm liver

When the early morn broke
the dawn chorus sang

Cold Turkey morsels

Gave him pains in the fang

As the evening returned
with a head aching thud

Miasma of stale plasma
Sent him hunting for blood

Hypnotised maidens
with a blemish free neck
Gave way to the blood Count
and smirked what the heck

Lighten Up

Today has been a trial of tests
every limit has been reached
power weak like battery flat
all colour drained and bleached

In a hot tub float of fragrance
no sign of energy at large
until the sound of flippant perky
sent a lightening striking charge

Slack those straps and lighten up
remove that buckled tension belt
check in at the inn of get-up-and-go
feel the smooth of a textured felt

A Patella A Capella

My legs began a wiggle waggle

On my knees a tempo beat

Ten singers sang in harmony

I could feel the rhythm heat

You just can’t beat spontaneous

It's waiting deep inside your heart

Your chanting dancing DNA

Every song that ever could be a la carte

Kids where hopping body popping

To this chorus line Capella

Hands were clapping tip toe tapping

To the drum on my patella

A Question of Jeanie

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Jeanie climbed a building high

To look more closely at the sky

So much work for misplaced hope

More easier with a telescope

Cursing clouds as though they cared

Looking down got really scared

A town still sleeping dreams they share

Is anybody up down there

You Kip If You Want To

Pawky Schlub with his vacuous wit

Would somber the pleasantly proud

Expressing opinions lusty and vile

Interrupting would bellow out loud 

Pawky Schlub monotonous blather

Where company of honour would cringe

Spoke with aplomb about nothing on earth

Even less on the universe fringe 

Pawky Schlub of much wordy absurd

A dark angel of flight to the right

Who kips with a dream of promoting a State

Independent insane crystal night

A City Schism Aphorism

 In London Town
one must be seen
Among the many
cheer the Queen

Meet politicians
in the lobby
If catching ayes
more than a hobby
Move around
the cool and chic
Fashion flavours
taste oblique
Perusing markets
cruise the Cheap
Go underground
survey the deep
the culture vulture
taking stock
In Kensington
it's choc-a-bloc
As pals and malls
start wearing thin
Seek Dirty Dicks
or 'The Dickens Inn'

Ripping Stings and Playing with Fire

Beguiling hoaxers peddle wares

no holding back their devious dares

Seeking out the gullible lonely

who live their lives and dream if only 

A wild frontier of global tangles

concealing traps in  ambush angles

Sellers buyers cunning scams

who count on silence of the lambs 

Intelligent felons with mindful bent

a billion hideouts in a virtual tent

A psychopathic cold heart schemer

Be mindful of the silver streamer

The Elevated Life

Although a fine equestrian
with gracefulness and poise
his brashness and presumption
expressed a hot air vented noise

Well dressed in noble finery
precisely pressed by lesser hands
he would brandish prance and swagger
his charmless arrogant demands

His every whim was catered for
champagne caviar and wines
given all and everything he owned
heaved from gold and diamond mines

Then one day whilst descending
the elevator came to grief
asking all within to bravely grin
for hours on end without relief

They shared the Janitor’s bottled water
a selfless generous donation
among the decency of others there
he found himself below his station

When finally a way was found
to release the adverse door
each and every other one
helped him most kindly off the floor

Air Tight Landing

Arlo the acrobat 

felt disjointed

Fell from high 

most disappointed

Down from the big top 

falling free

In the glare of a 

bright light jamboree

Caught in the grip 

of an elephants trunk

Saved from the crush

of a flat-line dunk

His facial expression 

resigned in despair

As he finally expired 

due to lack of fresh air

Laid him to rest 

with procession and style

Heaping on praise 

how his stunts would beguile

Recalling applause and 

such laughter that night

When Arlo mistimed 

his last swing out of sight

One In The Eye

Old Nobby Clarkson has been reflecting on the marvels of life support systems. In doing so he has found time to share his experiences in prose. When discussing his dilemma he mentioned how much free time he now has on his hands.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Being stuck up with a catheter

is a water works anathema

no feeling of a pressing urge

or satisfaction with the purge.

no whizzing round the porcelain

or flushing of the cistern

no baptising of the wall

it's a self containing system

but looking on the bright side .

the resevoir's half full

you can sit and watch the telly

and not ever need to mull about

a  frantic need a lightening dash

when desperately you need a splash

crucial moments you need never miss

a wee dram’s idling sedentary bliss.

 

Written by Nobby Clarkson