Hidden Secret


Here I have,
Intentionally hidden,
Deliberately placed,
Deceitfully put,
Encoded in,
Nothing important.
*
So can you see,
Each first,
Character is,
Related to the,
Encoded phrase,
Think you found it?

One to Ten


One two,
sit in my seat,
Three four,
Wait to eat,
Five six,
See the candle sticks,
Seven eight,
Sit up straight,
Nine ten,
Start all over again

English Teacher Tease


I would talk of curtains of blue,
And talk of clouds of rain,
Or the cold of the snow.
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But I don’t want to give,
English teachers the pleasure,
Of deciphering my work.
*
By the poem what am I saying,
Is it I’m melancholy or,
Just trying to play around.
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Do your higher English on this,
And try and find where I am,
When I penned this one.

Loo Roll


How many poops,
Are you going to have to do,
Or all the other visits,
To the bathroom,
To use all that paper,
You stock pilled,
While thinking about yourself,
And no-one else,
How many visits,
To your overstocked loo,
Will you have to do,
To clear that conscience,
A stain that even tissue paper,
Cannot wipe away.

Fear Of Friday The 13th


Paraskevidekatriaphobia,
Is a hard word to rhyme,
A word which I’ve never found the time,
But it is a real issue,
That appears,
At least once a year,
That suffers find,
Hard to hide from,
For should the thirteenth day,
Fall on a friday,
As it does today,
On the twelfth month of the year,
People begin to run in fear.

Almost Rude Poem


Poetry is fun,
Poetry is silly,
I can feel poetry in my… hand.
***
Poetry is a goose,
Poetry is a duck,
I can feel I don’t give a… hen.
***
Poetry is a hit,
Poetry makes me sit,
Some people couldn’t give a… verse.
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
***
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.
*
Why is that cat upon the wall?
I don’t know why,
I can’t help but stare.
*
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.
***
Those days are few,
Thanks to you,
We walk together,
Whatever the weather.
***
There are days we feel lonely,
No-one here but our thoughts,
And we doubt ourselves loudly,
And judge ourselves lots.
***
But you come along,
And we sing a song,
I’m not alone,
When you are home.
***
There are days we are sad,
The world keeps us blue,
Everything seems so dark,
And all we need is a spark.
***
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.

Little Laidback Ladybug


Sat on a rock,
At the height of the day,
Is a little spotty friend,
Whiling the time away,
Just waiting for aphids,
To chew upon,
It rests and waits,
For dinner to come,
It’s alliteral little laidback ladybug.

Search For Meaning


Are the curtains blue,
For my mood is too,
Are the leaves green,
To to show my pain,
How about the carpet,
Is grey my expression,
Meaning hidden in texts,
Are often overstated,
And rarely proven,
To actually exist.

Whisper


There’s a whisper under my bed,
Right beneath where I lay my head,
It talks to me as I sleep,
And whispers things when I wake.
***
There’s a whisper silent and still,
Right now talking within my skull,
It gives me ideas to write,
And helps me share for you to read.
***
There’s a whisper inside of me,
Right where no one can see,
It speaks with my tongue,
And writes for me in my hand.
***
There’s a whisper on this page,
Right in these lines I’ve laid,
It speaks to you,
And was placed by me.

1. The First Chocolate


It’s that first crisp morning,
When you sneak out of bed,
Head down the stairs,
Grab your calendar,
And hear that door tear,
underneath is that sweetest of treats,
The first seasons chocolate,
There for you to eat.

I’m From The 90’s


I’m from the 90’s,
Where country roads took me home,
The cha cha slide was cool,
We danced to the achy breaky heart,
And baby was it cold out side.
***
We all had 99 problems,
And p!nk was just starting out,
There was lady marmalade,
And the circle of life.
***
But how times have changed,
We’ve had call me maybe,
And the new cha cha is gangnam,
And the circle of life is being reborn.

London From Above


From above the london lights,
Shine orange, yellow and white.
The trains like worms,
Go underground,
Only to come up,
On the other side of town. 
Everyone is busy,
In their own little world.
No-one says hi,
Or whispers a word.
And I judge them here,
From my ivory tower.
Up high in the clouds,
Above the towers.
They don’t know I’m here,
Looking down on them.
As I climb higher,
In my roll of tin.
London is a blur,
Of lights on the ground.
Goodbye London,
And your mystical underground.

Twitter


Where would we be,
Without the twitter verse,
And all that it’s given us.
From controversy,
To just plain funny,
And now @PeskyPoetry.
Here goes to the new page,
Go follow and retweet.

Facebook


Facebook, oh Facebook,
Where art thou Facebook,
On the web, hidden away,
Does this link work?
Let us see,
With a short jokey poem,
To test the sharing,
And the new page.

Visit, like and share the new Facebook page at https://www.facebook.com/PeskyPoetry

I Ken Fit


I ken fit,
A fine lass said,
Time is wasted at work,
Until you are dead.
***
I kin fit,
The wise man said,
Enjoy your work,
And you’ll live instead.
***
I ken fit,
My mam once said,
Noting in life will stop you,
Unless you let it.
***
I ken fit,
My old man said,
Find your love,
Don’t let others choose for you.
***
I ken fit,
The world says,
We are all human,
Why do we hurt each other.
***
You ken fit,
Dunny control others,
Dunny let other control you,
And above all,
Dunny let others take control.

Cat Among The Pigeons


Meow Meow Meow,
Meow Meow,
Meow Meow,
Meow Meow Meow,
Meow Meow.

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Tweet Tweet.
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Tweet Tweet.

Meow,
Tweet Tweet,
Meow Meow,
Tweet Tweet Tweet,
Meow Tweet,
Tweet Meow,
Meow!
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Purr.

Spend Spend Spend


Happy thanksgiving,
Let’s all give thanks,
And spend spend spend.
***
Remember to thank,
The busy bank,
And spend spend spend.
***
And why not some more,
You wanted it for sure,
Go out and spend spend spend.
***
Did you see that pen,
I’m sure the budget can bend,
Go on spend spend spend.

An Apple A Day


An apple a day,
Keeps the doctor away.
A banana a night,
Takes care of the fright,
A squash an evening,
Keeps you breathing,
A tangerine a week,
Keeps you sheak,
But ten beans a day,
Will blow you away.

The Lindt Time of Year


This time of year,
Bring about good cheer,
With Lindt and yule,
And all things getting cool,
Grab a Galaxy,
Hot chocolate with me,
And let’s count down,
To the new year.