TOP Prompt - Humour..

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Matinee Muse #2

WHAT IF…
what if
I told you
that love isn’t true

what if
I said that
the ocean ain’t blue

what if
you believed
me just for one day

what if
my freedom
took your life away

what if
tomorrow
was much like today

what if
it rains when
we go out to play

what if
I miss you
will you miss me too

what if
what if I
fall in love with you
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RWP #37

WHAT SAY YOU
When you’re lying in the gutter
Long way from heaven's crown
I hear every word you utter
What say you when you’re down?

Tell me which ways the Milky Way?
Where is the galaxy?
Can you even see the stars hey?
Why won’t you talk to me?

Somebody made a wish for you
That you would be there too
There’s nothing to get mad about
If you can twist and shout.

Tell me which ways the Milky Way?
Where is the galaxy?
Can you even see the stars hey?
Why won’t you talk to me?

He got right up and bounced right back
and headed for the road
still spaced out from the attack
and jumping like a toad.

Tell me which ways the Milky Way?
Where is the galaxy?
Can you even see the stars hey?
Why won’t you talk to me?

You just can’t keep a good clown down
No matter how you try
He’ll turn up in another town
to make somebody cry

Tell me which ways the Milky Way?
Where is the galaxy?
Can you even see the stars hey?
Why won’t you talk to me?

When you’re lying in the gutter
Long way from heaven's crown
I hear every word you utter
What say you when you’re down?

Repeat...

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Rockin' Chair Writers. Prompt #4.

The Rockin' Chair Writers prompt today was :
When you seek out entertainment to relax,
what gives you the most pleasure?
For me, that has to be my blue suede shoes..

BLUE SUEDE SHOES
Blue suede, blue suede, blue suede shoes.
He only wears blue suede shoes.

Red ones green ones pink won’t do.
She only wears blue suede shoes.

Big ones, bad ones, baseball boots.
They only wear blue suede shoes.

Fab fit, phat fit, flat flip-flops.
Fi only wears blue suede shoes.

Winkle Pickers in the news.
I only wear blue suede shoes.

Eat your heart out Elvis P.
We only wear blue suede shoes.
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TOP Prompt - FOREIGN LANDS

FOREIGN LANDS
There’s only one way in, the tour guide tells us, as we prepare to jump.
We didn’t think about how we would get out of these foreign lands then.

As the aeroplane disappears, we begin to realise where we are.
Surrounded by an angry mob with guns in a small jungle clearing.

Yagadee baskins alba Choggludities! Their leader screams at us.
What’s he saying? All our group ask the tour guide to interpret at once.

With a fresh smile on his face he replies, Welcome to Choggludities!
Relieved momentarily, we relax till the shouting starts again.

Yest emen claxstungbery! Byst chem nader ich icer!
The brigand continues threateningly, screaming and pointing his gun.

The tour guide starts to look worried now that the great oaf has stopped yelling.
You will enjoy yourself! He starts to interpret, then adds; but not here!

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RWP #36

Written for the Read Write Poem prompt.
Inspired by Rick Mobbs Portrait of Nanda.

NANDA
Watering eyes
Faithfully watching
Peeling garlic
Dreading Vladimir’s return

Falling asleep
Eyes open knife ready
Silver bullet handgun drawn
Dead men don’t bite
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Rockin' Chair Writers. Prompt #3.

Partly because of last weeks
Rockin' Chair Writers Prompt
the following little verse has been
on my mind this week.

THESE STREETS
(ARE PAVED WITH GOLD!)
The church bells are ringing
the choristers are singing
London is calling you
I know 'cos London's
calling out to me too!

'And, I've been told
that these streets
are paved with gold!
A gleaming stream
of much told unseen gold!

Red, yellow, green or blue
it dosen't matter who
your vote goes to.

'Cos, I've been told
that these streets
are paved with gold!
A gleaming stream
of much told unseen gold!

Since Richard Whittington
told the world about
the London scene
people plot + people scheme
to replicate his dream.

And, I've been told
that these streets
are paved with gold!
A gleaming stream
of much told unseen gold!

The church bells are ringing
the choristers are singing
London is calling you
I know 'cos London's
calling out to me too!
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TOP Prompt - My Ghazal (attempt).

KISS
Caroline sent me a little kiss, a school notepaper crisscross kiss.
Then she puckered up her lips like this, and blew me a whacking great kiss.

Though I know it was hardly a touch, my first time I thought it enough.
And there will be time later for stuff, whenever I date her, to kiss.

Not a crime to be loved the first time, but does she still want me to come?
I can’t tell well by her rule of thumb, if only she’d give me a kiss.

She smiled licking her sensuous lips, and came in the bedroom last night.
Behind the door I put out the light, and she gave the mirror a kiss.

Oh Caroline where did I go wrong, did I say something to offend?
I only want you to be my friend, so please don’t refuse me a kiss.
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RWP #35

HATE
THE HEAT
sun
after sun
and more sun
on the way tomorrow
but not here
here it
is

persisting
it down
with the proverbial
don’t you know anyhow
we’ve been waiting
since february
for

weather
like you’ve
got over there
but i don’t care
don’t you just
hate the
heat
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Rockin' Chair Writers. Prompt #2.

NO MATTER WHERE YOU WALK
Montmatre to Montparnasse
Sorbonne to Pigalle.
Fifth Avenue to Forty second street
and Broadway.
No matter where you walk
these streets sing
and those walls talk.
If this was Paris
or New York
these streets would sing
those walls would talk.
But this is England
and it hums and it hums.
London and its rubber drums
Manchester and her slums...
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SHINING SHOES

Shining shoes at Waterloo, his medals at his side.
Jon was born in Salford in Eighteen ninety-five.

His Daddy came from Ireland a digger of the ditch -

The Ship Canal to Manchester -
that kept that city rich.

His Mammy was a mill lass in Ancoats Lancashire

She worked long days for little pay -
nothing much to cheer.
Jon's Grandpa was a Bargee -
on The Bridgewater

carting coals from Worsley to dirty Manchester.

By Nineteen ten, Jon’s schooling done –
an apprenticeship that was no fun …

from early morn to after dark
at an engineer's in Trafford Park.

At eighteen he went to France
to fight the German might.

Jon lost all his pals there but he came back alright!

He's got one leg to stand on
but man can't live on pride

shining shoes for farthings his medals at his side.

AS 1991

Glossary:

Waterloo is a railway station in London.

A Bargee lived and worked on the canal barges.

The Bridgewater is the oldest proper canal in England.

Ancoats is an area of Manchester where many cotton mills stand.

Trafford Park had many factories.

Farthings are old money, four farthings = one penny.

The Medals are from the first world war 1914-1918.

Brians prompt #1 "GOOD" & Farewell to Writers Island (for now)

Brian has put a poetry prompt on his blog,
he says: write about something, someone, someplace that represents Good in your life.
My responce is below.
Wanna have a go? clink-the-link-Here.

THE GOOD SPORTS
I know where all
the good sports
live in Salford.
Bobby's got an
MG BGT.
Simon drives a
Porsche Carrera
that's simple
to remember.
Jackie's got
an XJS
and Bobby's
brother has an
E-type under wraps.
I haven't seen a
Frog eyed Sprite
but there's a TR6
going to waste
in Weaste.
And in Seedley
Pete the stud
drives his Stag
on nights out
with the boys.
Like I said
I know where all
the good sports
live in Salford.
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Previously published in Cowardy Custard's Last Stand in Salford (c) Danny Wise 1992
and posted in StraightTalkingStreetTalkingSweetTalkingGuy.. my pub-poetry archive.

TOP Prompt - 'First Giraffe'

ZARAFA
was the first Giraffe
in France.
Some
say
she
was
as
tall
as
a
small
tree.
And that she walked from
Marseilles to Paris.
Zarafa
grew
to
almost
two
floors
high.
And still lives -
preserved by taxidermy.

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