Atypical crystals
Misfit everywhere
The horror curls
The contrast
Of physiognomy
And shades of an anomaly
In my dream
Oh, I felt a sharp pain
Through my veins
But it’s artistic
Anomalistic.
Bang! Pop! Fizz! go the fireworks,
A crackle! Comes and lurks
I sit under a tree
To look and see
The Bang! Pop! Fizz! of the fireworks,
A crackle! comes and lurks,
Have them on Bonfire Night,
What a sight!
The Bang! Pop! Fizz! of the fireworks,
A crackle! comes and lurks!
Come sun,
Like a big yellow bun
Come sun,
Must weigh a ton!
Come sun,
See what we have won
Come sun,
Let’s have some fun
Come sun,
When we run
Come sun,
Rain – we want none
Come sun,
be a hun
Come sun,
Don’t worry – we won’t shoot you with a gun
Come sun,
Sorry about that bad pun
Come sun,
Now this poem is done!
No noise or sound, rethink, relax,
Just eyes on you. Everything’s okay.
Dreadful nervousness, You can do this,
What should you do? You’ll succeed today!
A chance to think,
Focus on some work.
Concentration is key,
To not going berserk.
Echoing around,
Sweating, worried.
Ringing in your ears,
Anxious, hurried.
The sun is beaming happily,
Not a grey cloud on display.
The wind breezes past gently,
On a joyful sunny day.
Birds chirp among some trees,
In a wood not far away.
Cattle graze on fields at ease,
On a joyful sunny day.
Children run and jump about,
As they only want to play,
Hopping on a merry-go-round,
On a joyful sunny day
Go
Ron
Eat
Enter
Kill
Gone
Omelette
Dog
Smell
Paintbrushes swing into action,
Coating leaves with hues of yellow,
Spreading vibrance, seeking attention,
And the weather’s becoming mellow.
Days turning shorter,
Slowly reducing the daylight,
Darkness starting to take over,
Promising long wintry nights.
Nature’s colourful artwork
Soon starts to disappear.
Leaves fall off the branches and trunk
Before long, winter is here.
Animals prepare for winter,
Digging holes in the ground
And filling them with splinter,
Hibernating, making no sound.
Squirrels bury their nuts,
Hiding their treasured plunder.
Bears retire into their dens,
Falling into deep slumber.
I have some sneakers bright and blue
Everybody wishes they had this kind of shoe
People are jealous – I am just fine
Hey, look at my shoes aren’t they sublime?
As I march across no-man’s land,
Weapon in hand,
I hear the cries and screams of the wounded.
And I, soon did
See the scars and blood,
Dead bodies in the mud.
What led to this?
Just peace would be a bliss.
All this is un-civilised,
To think, somewhere, killing is prized.
Everyone, just give peace a chance,
Please, no unpleasant rants.
Shoes, shoes
I wear you every day,
Shoes, shoes
When people take you off, I say ‘Nay!’
Shoes, shoes
I stepped in some poo,
Shoes, shoes
I take you and clean you in the loo
Shoe, shoe
When you are blue,
Shoe, shoe
I will be beside you
Other shoe, other shoe
When you’re blue,
Other shoe, other shoe
I will be beside you too
Shoes, shoes
Where will we be?
Shoes, shoes
I’ll wear you in the sea
Shoes, shoes
We’ll run from bees
Shoes, shoes
‘Don’t forget the cheese!’
Shoes, shoes
We’ll travel the world,
Shoes, shoes
During the night we’ll be curled
Up under the moonlight,
Let’s hope no one gets a… FRIGHT!