Sunday, 31 May 2015

Writer's Block


 
(Picture credit - Searchenginepeople)



Authors moan of Writer’s Block:

They can’t unpick their inner lock.

A black expanse is all they see

Their rhymes are but a tragedy.

 

“The Block” is writers’ constipation,

A failure of imagination.

What laxative is there for this?

You feel like you’ve been sent to Dis.

 

Oh where did those ideas go?

That blank page fills them full of woe.

Play with words is what I say,

Then soon a poem is on its way.

 

Don’t try so hard is my advice:

Perfection can be such a vice.

Watch telly, films, anything you like,

And let your mind just take a hike.

 

Listen to music by all means,

Like you used to in your teens.

Watch the news, or take a stroll,

Drag yourself out of that hole.

 

Take a nap whenever you like,

Sleep will get you ready to strike.

Toy with words again I say:

Best inspiration springs from play.

 

Paul Butters

Saturday, 23 May 2015

Clerihews

(Picture Credit - Eclipse Advantage)
 
 

Remember David Beckham

The footballing great from Peckham.

He would always bend it

So no-one could defend it.

-


Remember Johnny Giles

A player with all the wiles.

In midfield he did scheme:

For Leeds he was a dream.

-

Ping Pong World Champ Andrew Baggaley,

Wow that lad can really play.

Dethroned the “King” who came from Russia,
Then 1966d that kid from somewhere near Prussia.
-
I’m Cameron, call me Dave,
Power I do crave.
I’ll tell any story
To con you into voting Tory.
- 
Oh Nick Clegg,
Why did you have to beg
For a Tory-led Coalition,
Sending the Lib-Dems into Perdition?
-
Write a Clerihew:
It’s easy to do.
Two rhyming couplets of any length:
Short and simple, that’s its strength.
-
Nicole Scherzinger,
What a messenger.
A Friend so loyal,
Regally royal.
-
Quite a stink was created by Martin,
That's because he kept on....er.....departing.
His verses are so really clever:
Cheer us up in any weather.
-
All hail be to great Don Newton,
Always had a winning solution.
Played table tennis with flashing blade,
A Legend that will never fade.
-
A Clerihew
Just for you.
Find a rhyme for a name,
Play the poetry game.
-
That sporting bloke Dave Wagstaff
Played a lot of wiff waff.
That’s table tennis to me and you,
Waggy loves football and plays music too.
-
(on request) –
That (nee) Butters girl Elisabeth,
Her enemies find her the kiss of death!
Us Butterses don’t mess about,
Watch out or you will get a clout.
-
My sister Joan is now called Priestley,
A name that only rhymes with beastly (true!).
This family has a great tradition,
And Joan is such a fine addition.
-
Elizabeth Squires:
Aussie poet who inspires.
Mistress of so many a form,
Soon to take the world by storm.
-
My elder nephew’s called Nick Gamble,
Around the world he loves to ramble.
Always doing film production,
This lad needs no introduction.
-
My younger nephew, he’s called Phill. (His parents can’t spell).
On the stage he plays to thrill.
Acts any character, even a dame;
He’s master of the drama game.
-
My good friend Sandra Hall,
Is really on the ball.
When she plays tennis,
She’s a menace.
-
What can you say about Paula Shaw?
The only word has got to be phwoar!
Labour Party’s pin up girl.
Come on Paula, give us a twirl.
-
a)     A Clerihew
Is what I do\worth a view\just for you\rhyming couplets two…
b)    My Clerihews
Are in the news, getting views, you can’t refuse, do not abuse (They only poke fun)…
-
Harden Chip Shop Trace,
For service that is ace.
See how she wraps that Haddock,
Eat your heart out, Fanny Craddock.
-
Olly Murs
Alecia purrs.
She’d have him singing his song
Wearing a thong.
-

Thursday, 14 May 2015

A Better Way


(Picture Credit - Ashtarcommand Crew)


There has to be a better way.

Than endless warring,

Selfish ways

And committing countless crimes:

Robbing Peter to pay Paul.

 

Go look:

Beyond beyond:

Infinity eternal,

Eternal infinity,

Infinite eternity,

Eternity infinite.

The home of God,

In all its splendour.

 

Then see,

Within yourself:

I say again:

Heaven is in us,

Somewhere.

 

Paul Butters