POEMS - With Tongue In Cheek

mariana44 · Post by **mariana44** » Thu Mar 12, 2009 5:38 pm

I'll think about it !!!!!

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Thu Mar 12, 2009 6:54 pm

FOOD FOR THOUGHT

Marian(a), that is all I ask,
it isn't an onerous task;
there is really nothing to it,
if I can, anyone, can do it.
Keith

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Sun Mar 15, 2009 3:02 pm

The following lines were composed
when the Celtic Tiger was a big beast
in the financial jungle:

REWARDS FROM HEAVEN

Imagine the saints of the British Isles
in contemporary conversation,
when the talk turns, prompting patronal smiles,
to terrestrial celebration:
'We're agreed, Patrick, that you hold sway
in the matter of observation.'
Which could be to say why good fortune today
is bestowed on the Irish nation.

Keith Good

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Wed Mar 18, 2009 3:56 pm

THE FLY ON THE PAGE

He sneaked onto my book of verse
surreptitious as a thief
where fate dealt him a sticky end,
far from the flyleaf.

A few strokes of my eraser
and all traces were gone,
the tiny trespasser rubbed out
in more senses than one.

One minute Icarus in the sun,
the next - oblivion.

Keith Good

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:54 am

THE JOURNEY

Begins with a fanfare of hopes
on the high road
of Matrimony,

followed by a sojourn
at a distant idyll
in blissful Harmony.

Soon a stop-off to purchase a permit
at the expense of compromised
personal Autonomy,

then a wrong turning
to a no-no cul-de-sac
called Hegemony,

next a trudge through a vale
of recrimination
named Acrimony,

till a parting at crossroads
where a signpost in bold
cries 'Alimony',

and new singleton life
with wings clipped by edict
of Parsimony.

Keith Good

mariana44 · Post by **mariana44** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 11:15 am

I am not sure what HEGEMONY means-I have not come acroos that woird before.

Marian · Post by **Marian** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 1:36 pm

People need people and friends need friends
And we all need love for a full life depends
Not on vast riches or great acclaim,
Not on success or on worldly fame,
But just in knowing that someone cares
And holds us close in their thoughts and prayers-
For only the knowledge that we're understood
Makes everyday living feel wonderfully good,
And we rob ourselves of life's greatest need
When we "lock up our hearts" and fail to heed
The outstretched hand reaching to find
A kindred spirit whose heart and mind
Are lonely and longing to somehow share
Our joys and sorrows and to make us aware
That life's completeness and richness depends
On the things we share with our loved ones and friends.
-Helen Steiner Rice

Lena & Harry Smith · Post by **Lena & Harry Smith** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 1:48 pm

Thanks Marian, lovely words and very true.

Marian · Post by **Marian** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 2:35 pm

I just thought we all needed a bit of inspirational poetry today!!

Marian

Lena & Harry Smith · Post by **Lena & Harry Smith** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 3:30 pm

And with the sunshine we have here today, a welcome combination

mariana44 · Post by **mariana44** » Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:24 pm

I have read quite a lot of Helen Steiner Rices verses, and she certainly has a real knack of getting to you.

That was a lovely verse, and really strikes a chord.

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Sat Mar 28, 2009 2:09 pm

CASH LIMITS

Gordon Brown strains hard
on the leash to go
on another spending spree,
but bank manager King asserts, 'No, no,
no more borrowing,' says he.
A taste of the rebuff vital investors
every day undergo.

Keith

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Mon Mar 30, 2009 12:09 pm

THE GREEN MAN

Rubs the long sleep from his eyes
and once more works the land,
painting his landscapes
in the profuse shades of green
he has to hand.
He leads Spring's dancers
in their April jamboree
at winter's wake
(they make a merry band)
and saves his darker moods
for suits with environment
upheaval planned.
Methinks, of all the countries
he makes comely,
his first love is Ireland.

Keith Good

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:52 pm

This post is tongue-in-cheek in the sense that I hope fellow
forum members will forgive my self-indulgent reference to
a scenic four-mile length of roadway stretching eastwards
(to Cork City and airport, and Ireland's gourmet capital)
from my home town. Innishannon is a picturesque village
situated where river and road part company. The poem
was published, with three accompanying photographs,
at Christmas in West Cork's monthly magazine:

RIVER & ROAD

The courtship proper commences
below the bridge at Bandon
as the attractive arterials set off, side by side,
on an amatory amble to Innishannon.
She catwalk-graceful and sensuously curvaceous;
he broad-shouldered, handsome and dedicatedly industrious.
Soon the animated suitors are no longer alone:
for a spell they are accompanied by a redundant railway
now redeployed as escort-c-um-chaperone.
Undismayed, and never straying far apart,
they coquettishly play arboreal peek-a-boo,
putting on a Protean by-production
sure to defrost the coldest cynic's heart.
Curving round Curranure, he becomes fully aware
of the scintillant beauty of her expansive character,
and succ-umbs to an enraptured stare.

Abruptly, perhaps prompted by a a sun-occluding canopy,
his smile-bright mood darkens
and following a tender decussation
at Innishannon Bridge they
heed their separate callings: his mission Cork's gateway
to the wider world; hers maritime matrimony
in Kinsale - a gravity-decreed destiny ...

Keith Good

keithgood838 · Post by **keithgood838** » Sun Apr 05, 2009 5:52 pm

The weather is set to shed some 'refreshing' April showers
on Britain throughout the week ahead. Unlike Matt's
marvellous metaphorical, Rain Sometimes, the following
verses sing the praises of the actual wet stuff:

WEST CORK

The Good Lord thought:
'I'll make West Cork a paradise,'
and then he paused.
'Suppose that Satan's deadly sin of envy
will be caused.
I know, I'll sprinkle some soft rain
on the occasional scene,
whose presence will inspire a landscape
blessed with heavenly green.'

Keith Good

WEATHERS

This is the weather the cuckoo likes,
and so do I;
When showers betumble the chestnut spikes,
And nestlings fly:
And the little brown nightingale bills his best,
And they sit outside at The Travellers' Rest,
And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest,
And citizens dream of the south and west
And so do I.

Thomas Hardy