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ART IS SURVIVAL.
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As i was wandering to…
As I was wandering to St. Ives,
I saw a plant, that at the roadside thrives;
a three-cornered leek,
is what I saw;
and when I looked
I saw many more;
fluttering and dancing in the…
hedgerow.
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Wednesday Haiku
When it’s Wednesday
every syllable counts
and Wensday has three.
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Do you ever…?
Do you ever
go through
a few days
when nothing gets written?
.
It’s not normal
for me,
but it happens.
.
And you can’t force
the words.
If they’re not happening,
they are not happening.
.
Don’t worry,
they’ll be back.
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I wrote a poem about a gull and the sea
I wrote a poem
about a gull
and the sea.
It seemed
okay, to me.
But, the gull was a little too small,
and the sea was a tad too large,
and now the poetry police
have put me on a charge…
for writing under the influence
of words…
about large expanses of water
and a small amount of birds.
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#NaPoWriMo2024 April 17th - The Cornish Coastline
April 17th – The Cornish Coastline
‘A little Cornish
is what I have.’
I wrote,
upon a post-it note;
and, true to say,
I speak a little Cornish
every day.
.
“Dydh da!” Hello!
some people know,
y’n Kernewek – in Cornwall,
where the coastline is so…
long.
Shall we sing a coastline song?
Well, we could if there was one,
and I don’t know offhand,
of a song that’s been written
twixt…
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#NaPoWriMo2024 - April 15th - An Kammneves (the Rainbow)
An Kammneves (the Rainbow)
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I’ve just seen a rainbow –
it made up for my getting dreadfully wet –
it was only there a minute,
yet… a minute was enough.
.
With the strong howling winds so rough,
and the incessant rainfall,
it must be hard being a rainbow.
No?
.
Well, I. Suppose that the Sun always shines on rainbows,
and the rain must be a mere irritant
when your demeanour is so…
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#NaPoWriMo2024 - “Peswardhegves”
April 14th – “Peswardhegves”
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“Peswardhegves!” they called;
but I never replied,
didn’t even acknowledge
that I’d heard.
.
My parents had run out of names
after their third child was born,
so they numbered them
in order of production.
Peswardek, Pympthek, Seghves,
and so on.
.
I was born
on a bright Summer’s morn,
and they called me, ‘Peswardhegves’,
I couldn’t even be called…
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#NaPoWriMo2024 - Blank Verse?
‘April 13th’
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“Unlucky!” said Raphael,
“You almost missed.”
.
Sebastian stood, steadily, silent.
.
“”A foot to the left—
and one to the right…
would have put you off balance.”
.
Sebastian was not to be put off balance.
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“What ‘is’ your percentage? When it comes to accuracy?” asked Raphael. “I bet it’s one hundred percent!”
.
Sebastian didn’t even need to nod.
He knew, as Raphael…
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#NaPoWriMi2024, April 12th - Poetry styles
‘Poetry Styles’
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(Involving Dactyls and Anapests)
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One dozen Summer days;
rain showers bringing drought;
flood coastlines wringing wet:
in Cornwall, without doubt.
.
From Saltash to Land’s End,
to Launceston, ‘that’ triangle;
and all points in between,
it’s Kernow (in Cornish)
if you know what I mean.
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(An Acrostic)
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Rain falls without surcease,
And sheep twice as heavy with…
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Goya
Goya used to paint,
but few
knew
that he also did Yoga,
and ventriloquism;
when Mrs. Goya
had a baby,
Goya exclaimed, “It’s a Goy!”
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The seagulls and the mist - and Jackdaws, too.
The seagulls
(about twenty of them)
flew into the mist –
and were gone
from my sight;
but, they were not so easily dismissed
from my mind.
“Where had they come from?
Where were they going?
What were they saying?
I had no way of knowing –
my basic seagull stopping at,
‘There’s a dog!’ and
‘There’s more than one dog!’
.
Then the jackdaws flew over,
circled: most of them flew into…
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Toady
Toady was just a dream…
yesterday;
and a memory…
tomorrow.
.
Today is here,
and, then, gone;
a reflection
to look back upon.
.
Toady gave everything
in just one day;
and now has little more to say.
.
“Toady? All my troubles—“
.
“Don’t start that.” Toady did warn.
“Carpe Diem the day you were born.”
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#NaPoWriMi2024, April 11th - Olliteration
April 11th – Olliteration
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On the eleventh day,
of the fourth month,
of an unspecified year,
Oscar Onanymous
opted for Otterham
over Crackington Beach –
optimism’s outing, I fear.
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Obviously, Oscar’s
opting for one over the other,
overwhelmed some observant ornithologists,
ogling Ocellated Antbirds – which were, in fact, Oropendola.
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Outbursts of other Owl-watching Ornis
ought…
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#NaPoWriMo2024 The Ten HellHounds of Helston
‘The Ten HellHounds of Helston’
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The Ten HellHounds of Helston,
a motley bunch they were,
they picked their noses…
from a catalogue;
they curling-tonged their fur;
four of them were EVIL
the other six…
they were EVIL, too;
the Ten HellHounds of Helston,
never said, “Hello! How do you do?”
.
The Ten HellHounds of Helston,
started off as one;
but one HellHound gets lonely,
two is…
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#NaPoWriMo2024 - April 9th - Cornish Weather
‘Cornish weather’
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A Tuesday,
it is;
and for one whole day
that is what it will be.
Quite a lot of it has already gone
for the day stands still
for no one, not even me.
.
The sun is almost shining,
after the storm,
and the day has the potential
to be just a little warm.
.
So, I go out
for a walk,
to the dogs
I’ll talk,
and pictures of clouds
and trees I shall take.
.
Well,…
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“Has anyone lost a ferret?”
“Has anyone lost a ferret?”
I heard the lonesome cry.
“I haven’t!” I did reply.
“Of all the things I’ve lost,
not once a ferret!” I did riposte.
“Does anyone need
a punch on the conk?”
the voice was heard to say.
“If all the things I need,
not a punch on the conk!”
I replied in jest.
And now I’ve got blood all down
the front of my old string vest.
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