Poetry Please ...

[Sparrow]

... due to the recent sad loss os some seminal works lets hear your poetry, but ... if it doesn't rhyme, please bide you're time 🙂

This Aussie of my acquaintance,
who never runs out of patience,
not losing his cool,
with interweb fools,
almost never showing frustration ...... 🙂

 

[bobbyrab]

There was a young man called McBride,
In whom a poet did reside,
It didn't always rhyme, but that was just fine,
because it was modern.

 

[pete hogan]

Rangerfinderists worry a lot,
"My films are nearly all shot!"
The stores are not full,
But that is just bull.
Analog, digital's not.

 

[daveleo]

Is photography art?
It doesn't much matter.
Don't take it to heart,
despite all the clatter
from pundits and critics and prophets and such.
But like I just said, it don't matter much.

 

[Godfrey]

rock, tree, and chair beneath.
twig and leaf recline on granite
gesturing
face interacts with face
smile invites.
click punctuates.​

G

 

[Ljós]

... due to the recent sad loss os some seminal works lets hear your poetry, but ... if it doesn't rhyme, please bide you're time 🙂

This Aussie of my acquaintance,
who never runs out of patience,
not losing his cool,
with interweb fools,
almost never showing frustration ...... 🙂

There was an OP from Britain,
who liked his agendas hidden.
Stirring the pot
he enjoyed quite a lot,
with the impulse control of a kitten.


;-)

 

[Bobfrance]

There was a old lady from New York
Who prompted much internet big-talk
Some thought she was great
But others 'second rate'
because she didn't socially network.






.

 

[NY_Dan]

Jack and Jill went up the hill
Each with a buck and a quarter
Jill came down with two fifty!
Oh!

Dice

 

[pete hogan]

My Barnack is RAW with its shots,
The Tri-X it uses makes dots.
It goes in a pocket,
No juice from a socket,
And firmware not ever in knots!

 

[Sparrow]

There was an OP from Britain,
who liked his agendas hidden.
Stirring the pot
he enjoyed quite a lot,
with the impulse control of a kitten.


;-)

........ 😀

this eccentric old lady called Vivian
whose photos are better than Gilden
she upset some folks,
mostly the blokes,
but then their work will end in oblivion.

 

[pete hogan]

........ 😀

this eccentric old lady called Vivian
whose photos are better than Gilden
she upset some folks,
mostly the blokes,
but then their work will end in oblivion.

^^
but their work will end in a Flickr.

 

[Sparrow]

Jack and Jill went up the hill
Each with a buck and a quarter
Jill came down with two fifty!
Oh!

Dice

'I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?'

Spike Milligan

 

[cz23]

haiku...

she sings from her streets
of angels and light, while we
shout too loud to hear

 

[helen.HH]

good idea for a thread Stewart ... a Silly fun way to let off steam

this one is almost a tongue twister:

this is the story of Vivien Maier
whose film was left to Expire
her estate rescued from the mire
photos that uplift and inspire
yet condemned by the rat race choir

 

[Paulbe]

Helen--super! No doubt you'll be awarded the RFF poetry prize of the year...
Paul

 

[NY_Dan]

"the rat race choir" was an effort to get there but worth it 🙂 That's a good name for a band.

 

[Dektol Dan]

Parable

Parable

You can't put the poop back in the chute
When the prunes been et and the bowls are loose

 

[oneANT]

I doff my hat
I pop my cap.
I take a pic
a passing chick.

She says G’day
and turns my way.
Her hair a flick
a passing chick.

She blows a kiss
it doesn’t miss.
My heart is quick
a passing chick.

I tell my girl
her fists both curl.
She gives my lip
a passing clip.

 

[kutitta]

I doff my hat
I pop my cap.
I take a pic
a passing chick.

She says G’day
and turns my way.
Her hair a flick
a passing chick.

She blows a kiss
it doesn’t miss.
My heart is quick
a passing chick.

I tell my girl
her fists both curl.
She gives my lip
a passing clip.

It reads like a piece by Dr Seuss 🙂
Excellent by the way!

 

[magicianhisoka]

At my office desk
Saw poetry forum thread
wrote a short haiku