Almost Rude Poem


Poetry is fun,
Poetry is silly,
I can feel poetry in my… hand.
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Poetry is a goose,
Poetry is a duck,
I can feel I don’t give a… hen.
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Poetry is a hit,
Poetry makes me sit,
Some people couldn’t give a… verse.
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Poetry can be blunt,
Poetry can be a stunt,
Poetry isn’t a… hard thing to write.

Ode to Friday


Has anyone ever stopped to think,
How a Friday both is good and stinks.
It starts the weekend and resting,
But all best laid plans end up festering.
You put your feet up and have a drink,
And then you close your eyes and blink.
When you awake it’s Monday again,
Signalling for another week to begin.
Do not fret on the new week in the end,
Because in five days there will be another weekend.

Field Of F#@k$


I plant my seeds with great care,
And lay my time down everywhere,
Make time to love and share,
And foster growth in my field there.
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Sadly the crop doesn’t grow,
No-one sees and no-one knows,
Around my feet nothing moves,
No fucks are growing beneath my shoes.
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Not for lack of want or care,
I can’t find a fuck anywhere,
Not a care in the air,
I don’t have a fuck to share.
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My field of fucks is running barron,
Due to many years of caring,
I would not want to keep carrying,
Other people’s wants and burdens.
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So when you ask for a fuck from me,
There is nothing in my fuck tree,
Try next season and we will see,
If a fuck will grow for you and me.

What’s In A Name


A name holds the key,
To another persons ID,
The information you need,
If you want to succeed,
A way to know someone,
Out of a crowed of everyone,
And importantly it’s you,
When you are asked who,
And to me it denotes,
I’m the Pesky Poet.

Mountain Hare


There is a cat upon my garden wall,
I don’t know why,
A garden wall is there.
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Why is that cat upon the wall?
I don’t know why,
I can’t help but stare.
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Is the cat even there?
I have no proof,
But should I care?
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Oh, there is no cat upon my wall,
It was just a mountain hare.

With Friends


(c) Friends, The Caterpillar Shivered, 2019

There are days we walk alone,
Quiet with no-one to speak to,
They seem to go on-and-on,
Like an never ending issue.
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Those days are few,
Thanks to you,
We walk together,
Whatever the weather.
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There are days we feel lonely,
No-one here but our thoughts,
And we doubt ourselves loudly,
And judge ourselves lots.
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But you come along,
And we sing a song,
I’m not alone,
When you are home.
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There are days we are sad,
The world keeps us blue,
Everything seems so dark,
And all we need is a spark.
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That spark is you,
A friend who shines through,
With you my sadness ends,
Everything is better with friends.

My ABCz


After so much time,
Building a poetry profile,
Chances are I’ve written enough,
Done my fair share worthwhile,
Even when times were tough,
For a novice to write,
Gives a sense of pride,
Helping create my highlights,
Impressing those where I bide,
Just the thought of a challenge,
Keeps me writing all night,
Like an eagle with talons,
Makes me want to take flight,
No-one said it’d be easy,
Only that it’d be fun,
Playing with words like breezy,
Quenches me when I’m done,
Right when I wan’t to stop,
Seems to be the perfect time to start,
To write something that pops,
Until the sky is dark,
Verging on the redundant,
With the chance of being bad,
Xerographically showing what is abundant,
Yearning to make you glad,
Zooming me forward.