Billboards shouted quietly
Graffiti mislaid words
Messages had lost their way
With slogans for the birds
Slow demise of points of view
As tweets and postings faded
A mournful sigh to the rallying cry
Grassroots colours jaded
Nowadays, a statement craze
Inscribed on the skins of limbs
Imminently out of date
Like would be, wanna-be whims
A ghoul howled low one misty night
Melancholic and dismayed
Such a lonesome, deathly sound
The haunting ghost was disarrayed
It spoke in lifeless apparitions
With emphasis on things amiss
And other faces it had been
Wailed, where to go on nights like this
Out on Syncopation Ave
Dancing steps clear of the cracks
To hip-hop rhythms that appeal
Letting melody drive my tracks
With jump-up notes and flying feet
Each beat lifts me above the street
Grooving through the neon hue
To glide beyond the morning new
Picture by Jon Carling@JonCarling
Late again, no time to stop
I can't afford the time
As I approach the Rabbit Hole
Without a step to climb
The queen will not be happy
To be rudely interrupted
Imagining that stamping foot
As her boiling point erupted
I can feel the clapping irons
Darkly cheering as I sit
Her scowling on the croquet green
As I pray my crimes acquit
Elsie (female)
Scottish and English simplified form of Elspie, a pet form of Elspeth this can be used as an independent name and in the early 20th century proved more popular than Elspeth `a contracted form of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: used in the authorised version of the New Testament and in most modern European languages this was the name of the mother of John the Baptist Luke 160 etymology, the name means God is my oath and is therefore identical with Alicia name of the wife of Aaron according to genealogy at exodus 6: 23 the final element seems to have been altered by association with the Hebrew Shabbat sabbat.
In writing words correctly
Crystal clear and sound specific
If using markers for inflection
Then one requires a diacritic
If like me, you’ve ever wondered
How to progress pronunciation
With those signal little gizmos
Adding verve appropriation
Type a letter, hold it down
A pop-up menu will appear
With mouse, select a thingy
A simple act to commandeer
Now that's a super pudding mix
In a large, extravagant bowl
With ambitions to be rising
For the dinnertime patrol
They call it Yorkshire pudding
To grace the family feast
A super-size of crusty wise
Without the need for yeast
We love our gadget gizmos
Our tolerant home-grown slaves
Meeting all our must-do needs
Hardly ever misbehaves
Kettles boil our water hot
Teapots serve us earthy teas
Toasters roast our breakfast bread
Electric irons smooth the crease
Wash machines do clothes and plates
Tumble dried, no washing line
Oven-baking pies and cakes
Air fryers at speed define
Creating their sway undercover
Hidden in places elsewhere
Seldom on show
But to children who know
Inner dreams are their fairy tale share
Arriving in halos of light
Enchanting a voyage refrain
In sleep, filled along
Quivering whispers of song
A tranquillity, all can attain
A cunning rhyme that harbours tricks
Amusing or confusing
What you see can’t always be
Gently chiding or abusing
Tricks are steeped in humour
Can catch you out with no escape
Lock you up inside deceptions
Leave you stunned and out of shape
Hand-eye coordination moves
Clever phrases smooth and slick
Distracts you from reality
Until you work out it’s a trick
Sometimes tricks are played on you
Other times, you play them on
At summer’s end, it’s tricky treats
Could be appealing or a con
The angle of the bangle
That dangled on a thread
Writhed to unentangle
The mangle in his head
No matter how he wrangled
On the rhythms of fandangle
The raucous jingle jangle
Put the point on his triangle
Grubbiness on dollar bills
Dirty money up for grabs
Lazy living in a hangdog bar
In the charm of concrete slabs
Pilfered tickets for the underground
Invaded charities for dough
Denigrating loyal friends
Became a favoured way to go
Letters filled with intimation
Exaggerating blatant promises
Dribble, speaking, splutters out
Stifled atmosphere encompasses
In between the intervals
A breather or a rest
When waiting to progress again
Or not, who knows what’s best
Releasing concentration
Letting air between the ears
To clarify the inner eye
And rub away the smears
Intervals are everywhere
They can release you from a chair
Allowing twiddles, jigs and fidgeting
Unaware of those who stare
In between the intervals
Is not a loaded cause
To link, connect or interject
Complimented by applause
On these July days of marvel
We can be here for each other
Understanding what we need to do
To enhance, though never smother
To be a friend, the challenge is
Never looking for reward
To be around a friendly sound
In summertime, go forward
Discovering the best of ways
Appreciate the sunny hours
Sunny colours paint communities
Like scented sprays of flowers
That heady month is leading us
Into summer style and flair
Crazy nights in solstice lights
To gather near and share
When the temperature exceeding
Goes well beyond our general high
Confounding expectations
Where, under languid shades, we lie
When the weather turns up languorous
We indulge in ice on sticks
Dreamy Baked Alaska Cakes
Sip ice-cold Sarsaparilla mix
Meanings change and rearrange
Tweaking words when speaking
A type of language blending
Vernacular interleaving
If what is said has implications
Narrative must be aware
With firmness and conviction
Conveying messages foursquare
Convincing by persuasion
To be accepted, not dismissed
Understood with clarity
The content of one’s gist
The other night, as I was sleeping
Someone’s dream had lost its way
I offered it an easy seat
Where it could rest awhile or stay
We didn’t try to say too much
Immersed ourselves into the dream
No big deal on the daydream wheel
Where two imaginations lean
Unsure on how to progress
Something mutual or impartial
In agreement with the fading light
A resting place most beneficial
This rhyme is based on a comment by Keith Richards. You can't write a song, you have to catch it in the air.
A see-saw knocker
On Marjorie’s door
To the sound of a dancer
On a clay-tiled floor
Trusting on a bet
Like a worn-out chancer
Tapping out rhythms
Where there is no answer
Knock a rat-a-tat-tat
Johnny’s slog disaster
Won’t earn enough
He can’t work any faster
Weasels go pop
As money goes west
Then nothing worth having
Like a good night’s rest
Tuppence a pound
For a full load of rice
Though half a pound
Will serve us four, nice
When out on the town
Dance in the Eagles
A frolic in fashion
Sing pop go the weasels
If you can’t work this rhyme out
Pawn a Tailor’s iron
Getting cash for an Eagle bash
These words you can’t rely on
You’ll get more from a weasel purse
Depending on whose round
A clue is in the weasels’ pop
Ten bob gets you half a pound
The splendid orb in all her phases
Is powering our seasons
Invigorating propagating
For immense sustaining reasons
Her enormity is limitless
Freely giving force to dream
Her circulating energy drives
Enticing brilliance supreme
Nineteen, a canvas bright,
Uncertain hues in fading light.
A heart that leaps, a soul that yearns,
A future path where hope returns.The weight of dreams, a whispered plea,
For all the things that might yet be.
A fragile strength, a tender grace,
A smile that lights a shadowed space.First loves and losses, sharply felt,
Lessons learned, though bridges melt.
Ambition's fire, a burning brand,
A reaching hand, across the land.Nineteen, a turning tide,
Where youthful dreams and fears reside.
A chapter closed, a new one starts,
In nineteen's dance, of hopes and hearts.
Counting on the fact, I think
Precisely by progression
Continuing and following
Without deviation or digression
Surely, I must understand
There is discovery in discretion
As I appreciate that holding back
Avoids a thought transgression
Forward motion is the way of things
That cannot be true repossession
But replication is a numbers game
In need of intercession
Taking in the moment
On a mindful day in June
A perfect solstice salad day
In a poppy field festoon
No unexpected visitors
In a peaceful field, serene
To contemplate a quiet state
In a theatre, red and green
Simplicity is a perfect place
To enjoy and while away
Nothing else relating to
This stately time of day
In my thoughtful mentalese
Where I am continually
Not in a room or open air
But where I’m always me
I can’t be found by looking
Although talk may give a clue
Not one to answer everything
I may be waiting for a cue
If when reading this, you note
Relating me, as in ‘first person’
If I tend to use the phrasal ‘I’
Syntax shows my extroversion
I’ve bought a 3D printer
To write some brand-new words
Nine-sided ways to write a rhyme
That leaves my readers undeterred
Openers are often challenging
I recommend a start with dice
A random throw to build and grow
Dimensionally more nice
For those in search of meaning
It is a perfect word encounter
Not the only way to comprehend
A multiverse enchanter
In my angular of space and depth
I see volume's sleight of hand
A square peg in my parallax
Like shadow mountains in the sand
My favourite 3D word: Nonagon
The weather’s looking imminent
There’s expectation in the sky
A sense of something happening
Much wondering passing by
The weather rules the universe
On planets causing turmoil
Turning up and churning up
When the climate starts to boil
Don’t hang on where the weather is
You’ll be mashed up in uproar
You’ll never know how far you’ll flow
When your world becomes offshore
Have you ever given any thought?
On how you may not Be you
If somehow they made a way to clone
Our very essence straight and true
If sitting there alone one day
My replicant came by
Which one of us would validate
The who, which one, and why
When steadfast in our company
Would we both agree we’re me
No differences in what we are
If Indistinguishable we’d be
From a frame of mind identical
A choice of dress based on joint mood
Can we test each other’s right to be
Without appearing rude
Sitting face to face could we
Speak independently
Or forever sit there quietly
Stuck in place identically
A clock ticks on
its steady chime
Weaving through
Its threads of time
Moments fleeting
Yet they shine
Like whispers soft
A love divine
The dawn ascends
A golden hue,
Promises fresh in skies anew
Through every shadow
Every climb
We dance along
Life's fragile rhyme
Oh time you fleeting
Cunning sage
You pen our story
On your page
Yet though you run
We walk and find
The beauty etched
In heart and mind
Data streams and data points
Data Islands in their clouds
Reservoirs and data basins
In their well-protected shrouds
Models nanomanufacturing
Intelligence in refineries
Nothing more than none or one
In megalithic chips of binaries
In computation information
A switchblade knife is honed
At speed will slice and roll the dice
To leave its Emperors dethroned
When fiddling around
With fiddly things
In petri dish or test-tube
Things occurring
hot or cold
Super steam
Or deep freeze cube
Investigating
Ways and means
Uncovering whys
And wherefores
Accepting causes
And effects
Around the inpours
with the outpours
So much to know
About tests that show
Though implicitly
Is simplicity
In skylight high discoveries
Struck down by electricity
In the Isles of all things British
Where once a fat Queen sat
Upon a throne of power-prone
In a diamond-studded hat
Collecting golden ornaments
Her subjects pedalled to adorn
Bejewelled in fancy overcoats
The kind of quality well worn
Well Indulged and served upon
in a Star-studded gilded shrine
Like a wing-clipped tower Raven
Who can’t escape the royal shrine
Strangest things most unexpected
When we least expect them to
Turning expectations inside out
The way kaleidoscopes can do
Swiftly changes happen
A tidal wave of mass disruption
Unforeseen no in-between
Vested interest plays on interruption
Repercussions changing everything
Which goes to show how achingly
The weirdest things occurring
Often happens when all at sea
Today is the last of the ‘olden days’
As we approach the unusual new
No longer will time reside on our side
As major developments ensue
The players of games are too busy
To notice how changes are made
Giving in to the chants and the din
Not getting how well they’ve been played
Everything’s well under control
Imagination ran out of new dreams
Policy police are screaming for peace
Giving way to the nanobot schemes
As the light receded
Even silence had no sound
The people standing faded
Evaporated and unwound
The journey took a lifetime
In a second it was gone
There was nothing left but eulogies
From a well-remembered song
No need to leave together
Every story was their own
Personal tales already fading
As those moments turned to stone
