Charlie Bates was happy with life
often going on Saturday night
to his local pub for a pint
then go home to his wife
making his way across the moor
but one day he was very late
his wife worried about his fate
till he came in through the door
claiming he’d been pixie led
with a smile his worried wife said
next time fool, here’s what you do
turn widdershins, they can’t bother you.
Filed under Old knowledge, Self compositions
I was in a band with a guy named Mick
my guitar riffs were oh so slick
but now even I’m too old my day is done
so I spend my time sitting in the sun
waiting for my next part in a pirate flick
Who am I?
Filed under Self compositions
Whilst stationed in the Hindu Kush
something that I can still recall
was every day before nightfall
over the mountains would come a hush
just the song of a single thrush
his liquid song like crystal clear
and all would pause the notes to hear
while every day his song we heard
we never saw the tuneful bird
something we all found rather queer
Filed under Self compositions
the red sun goes down
a line of geese in the sky
dusk precedes the dark
Filed under nature inspired, Self compositions
Whether in a sunlit forest clearing or hidden deep within the dank, moist shade he will be found forever preening a gaudy, strutting Indian brave, proudly standing with his tail displayed, a hundred eyes are always watching throughout earth’s history was there ever found in nature a sight quite matching the splendour of each jewelled […]
Sammiscribbles weekend writing prompt #240 Guardian of the forest
Filed under Self compositions
When asked about June twenty eighteen
I will always remember the scene
What I did was not being brave
Rescuing the boys who were trapped in that cave
The, “Wild Boars,” junior football team
Filed under Factual, Self compositions
Twixt bin and bench one day was found
a full three feet below the ground
some curious objects from history
giving rise to a local mystery
when asked how old no one seemed to know
but they were placed there long ago
now if you want to go and see’em
you’ll have to visit the county museum
Filed under Self compositions
I’d like to tell you about a king
who was rather free with wedding rings
and got wed a full six times
giving rise to a nursery rhyme
his throne was destined for another
but untimely death befell his brother
his temerity to all was clear
but soon he began to rely on fear
and by his capricious nature
those once called friend now often traitor
Who am I?
Filed under Self compositions
At six o’clock the vespers bell,
in gloomy silence through the aisle
eight black clad figures slowly file
I waking now, might fear in hell
but memory my chest would swell
as fulfilling spiritual need
I turn the page from which I read
the chosen passage of the day
while with heads bowed my brothers pray
as we avow our daily creed
Filed under faith, Self compositions
What’s that creature down below
basking in the summer glow
it looks like a kitten to me
perhaps it floated in on the sea
shall we go down and pick it up
no look again it’s a seal pup
it’s mother’s probably quite near
she’ll look after the little dear
but if she doesn’t come back soon
well tell the warden who knows what to do
Filed under Self compositions
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