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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). |
| An Old Friend I know him well, Old Father Time, his stamp is hard upon me now each morning from the bed I climb how slow and painful that I bow beneath the weight of passing years these burdens that he casts on me and yes, the aches and burning tears they all conspire to make me be this shrunken frail and worn out thing that once was young and hopeful so now memories cold comfort bring upon my soul before I go though grey and lined this body be there’s sunlight still within my mind Old Father Time, he lets us see the days were good and often kind. Line count: 16 Form: It’s rhymed abab and each line has eight syllables. It’s meant to be what I call a chant - read without expression and entirely ruled by the beat. Hence the sparsity of punctuation. I thought it fairly apt for the subject of time and its relentless progression. For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 10 Prompt: Time. |
 Bedtime Blues A nursery rhyme’s a dangerous place to be there’s no comfort in the message to me the hunter may help out Red Riding Hood that hardly does poor Grandma any good. Hansel and Gretel may enjoy gingerbread yet they ruin the witch’s wee homestead though the witch’s intent may be too bad the kids responses are murderous a tad. The three piggies are variously lazy and their architectural ideas quite hazy but the wolf is doing only what wolves do and it’s true that pork makes a fine stew. So consider the villain in these tales they’re not always deserving to fail there’s two sides to every bedtime story and the ending does not have to be gory. Line count: 16 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 9 Prompt: As per illustration. |
| For Jonathan My friend he lives in old Cape Town, far off in southern hemisphere, and so, for us, he’s upside down. As kids we grew in Africa - savanna heat don’t turn him brown, too blond and pink to ever tan. So now it really makes me frown that he’s down there and I am here, toes all iced in a northern town. Line count: 9 Form: Magic 9 For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 8 Prompt: Magic 9 - Nine lines with the last word of each line rhyming with the scheme abacadaba. |
| Luck My life may be a charm, I might be safe from harm, but ascribing it to luck is something I would duck. Perhaps a greater power with fortune doth me shower, yet it seems there is no reason; it’s more like He’s just teasin’. The trick, you see, my friend, is clearer near the end - to hear what your life sings be happy in all things. Line count: 12 Rhymed aabb For Promptly Poetry Challenge 6, Week 7 Prompt: Write a poem about luck. |
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