MULTIPLY: Poetry Posse Week #53: Me, The Television

Looking at me with a longing
please, please switch me on
Let pulses charge through my leads
I want to become part of the fun
Tonight I will carry you
to a far part of the world
watch the actors play their parts
as they sail to another place
Dr. Who will take you
on a journey to the unknown
You will fight a dalek invasion
Until we are all saved
Perhaps it is not your taste
Taste can be savoured as well
Our master chefs are ready
Change to another channel
and watch them cook your delights
Truffels, sweetbreads, scallops,
A quail, or perhaps a pigeon
You will visit the temples of food
and partake in creation of edible wonders
You need some excitement, action
Your football team is playing and winning
Hold on to your seat, shout for the boys
They cannot hear you, but I can
Yes, my work is satisfying
I am content to bring it to your home
No, no, please do not fall asleep
I am still alive, waiting for a touch
You can switch me off
But rest assured I will be with you tomorrow
Your one and only faithfull television

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 51 Nursery Rhyme: Tiddles the Cat

I am Tiddles the cat
I am not fat
In fact I drink no milk
I live in a house
and eat only mouse
My fur is just like silk

To sleep all day
Is my favourite way
At night I go to town
I dress myself well
Looking really swell
I never wear a frown

The ladies love me
But I am carefree
They stand in rows for my glance
I know I look great
But that is just fate
Young lady would you like to dance?

The lady cats swoon
When we look at the moon
Paw in paw I walk them home
But I am the best
Let me be your guest
Together we will roam

Please do not weep
I must have some sleep
To recover from the busy night
I dream of mice
not once but twice
I am beautiful, my fur is white

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Poetry Posse Week #50: Fall

The Autumns of my life are many
Perhaps coloured in red, yellow and brown
Like the thousands of leaves that have fallen
The red ones were spent in childhood
Starting a new year at school
New teachers, new things to learn
New friends perhaps, friends that have stayed
Bright Yellow a time of hope
Looking into the flames of a warming fire
Or out exploring the museums of life
In a town where history was preserved
Then a golden yellow
watching my children grow
Enjoying their Autumn games
Collecting chestnuts,
walking on mountain paths
Watching the changing scenery
Brown is now upon me
I am now in the Autumn of my life
I sit outside on the warmer days
Watching the trees fold up their branches
Drying remains of flowers
A slow process, as my life now becomes
Perhaps a little melancholy
But there will be many Autumns to enjoy

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 47: Sensual Poetry

In days gone by at home with my mum
The kitchen would lead me, discovering lures
Sunday morning the roast sizzling hot in the oven
For a hungry feeling I found all the cures

The afternoon at grandma’s for Sunday tea
She knew how to conjure the flavours together
Her pastries were famous, the recipes secret
She took them with her into afterlife for ever

Where are the smells of the Christmas pudding
Of spice and fruit that tickle my nose
The haunting waft of turkey in the oven
Of mince pies freshly baked, that’s how it goes

Memories of spices contained in bread pudding
An English mixture, to entice delight
The taste buds enjoying every crumb in my mouth
So smooth and fruity, oh that was a sight

At lunchtime I cook, the family are waiting
In the kitchen are sniffing, please tell what’s for dinner
We can hear delights cooking, can see the steam rising
Whatever you prepare, it will be a winner

Time repeats itself, the smells of childhood
Whether mine or my children, they will ever be
Every noise, every movement they hear in the kitchen
They will never forget the things that they see

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse - Week 46: Alliteration in C

Colourful cats creeping carefully
continue climbing, crossing cliffs
claws clamping crunching cornflakes
creamy creation, crusty crumbs
causing catastrophes, choirs crooning
come carefully creating crisis
carrying cans containing crayfish
catching crows clearing clouds

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 43 Prose: Lazy Days

Lazing in the shade of the undergrowth
Earth surrounding, playing cool with my skin
Ants wimmling their way into my tangled fur
Leaving again searching for other pastures
A sticky snail embedding in my coat
Oh to be a cat on the lazy summer days
To sleep in the shadows, snoozing into Nirvana

Alert! I feel the vibrations of movement in the air
A flash of rainbow colours before my eyes
Awake, up, action, jump, clap paws together
Quick and stealth the prey was captured
A tasty dish of wings and body for a snack
Re-creating circles of sleep, re-winding my way to oblivion
Needing no day, sleeping away the sun
The night is there for adventure

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MULTIPLY What to do? What to do? It is now week 42

Let’s go shopping, no I’m not stopping
Buying the food, I am being very shrewd
Looking for some fresh stuff, money is not always enough
I don’t want old, it might have mould
Here is some fruit, now this is a hoot
Four Apples and three pears, some bananas so who cares
I will take them all, be careful not to fall
Now it’s time for veg, I am really on the edge
I think I’ll have some meat, I’m tired so take a seat
Let’s go and have a drink, must sit down and think
My quest is now complete, go home and rest my feet
Where did I park the car? It cannot be too far
I found it, now for home, why do women have to roam
Now if I was a man, I would have it in the can
Stay at home no fear, just drink a glass of beer
Wait for wife to arrive, so that he can survive
Tomorrow it’s the same, shopping is not a game

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 41 - Routine

Up in the morning go to the shower
clean your teeth and it takes an hour
Eat the breakfast bread and jam
Drink the coffee and the door will slam
In the car and off to work
The daily routine of an export clerk

Then one day you have got to old
Your life no longer feels controlled
So up in the morning and go to the shower
clean the teeth taking more than an hour
Eating breakfast with coffee to drink
Just take your time at the kitchen sink

Clean the home in your very own time
No rush or stress, it is not a crime
You are now retired, you are not a machine
Do what you want, but keep a routine
Every morning doing the same
But life has now become a game

There is no have to, or must, it’s a choice
You only listen to your very own voice
Humans are organised, that is a fact
So keep the pattern to stay compact
We will have routine until all is passed
We are nicely organised, until the last

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse - Week 40: Alliteration

Cats caught crawling crabs creeping up the road
Crunching crusts, cleaning claws, clamping on a toad
Creating crisis, coming clean, calling I am clever
Cannot clamp climbing clowns causing chaos never

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 38 - A Spensarian - My Father

He was old but not finished with life
Thinking of the days when he would play
football with his brother active and fit
The brother long gone so many years
Remembering a war that he fought
for his country and freedom, living
to see his family grow and thrive
in a world where he had to adapt
He can now reflect with pride and peace

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 38

Do me a favour mate and give me some veg and fruit
Me talk ain't so refined 'cause I'm cockney and that's not cute

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 35 - An "easy" Haiku

You trip, fall, broken
Not easy with just one arm
But life continues

An "Easy" Haiku

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 34 - Limerick

Based on my experience in hospital last week

An old lady turned a cartwheel
broke her arm, which did not want to heal
The ambulance came
because she was lame
Her bones are now screwed with some steel

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MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 33

The paradox of living in two different worlds
The memories of a past gone by
In a different land, a different culture
To accept the unknown you must try

An air of shy engulfed my life
I was unsure and felt so alone
A weight lie on my shoulders heavy
Living in a stranger zone

Why did I come to these foreign shores?
Where everything is strange
Why leave the family that you know?
Why did I have to change?

The answer is still a mystery unsolved
But many years have passed
I now ask which world can be mine
The one today or the last

Age shows its influence on my thoughts
Have found beauty in this land
The mountains, the nature, the many lakes
And above all of course my man

Poetry Posse Week 33

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse Week 32: The Earthworm

The darkness enfolds my body
Munching crunching the morsels surrounding
Damp and earthy, my destiny for ever
Oh to be an earthworm churning the chunks
Reducing them to crumbs for nature’s wonders
Digesting earth’s values
Enriching my body
Sliming through the underworld
Here a root drawing its moisture from the earth
There an ant on its busy way
A colleague passes by, we intertwine but he travels on
His target being that of mine
To dig deeper and further
To be at one with the underground world where we are born
We are universal, we are ever present
We cannot be avoided
The quenching refreshment of a rain storm
‘Tis then we appear, not solo but in multiple
Taking a breath before we are discovered
To escape again into our world of darkness
Please let us be, let us fulfill our destiny

MULTILPLY Poetry Posse - Week 31: Lune Poetry

Life is just a carousel
Turning the feelings
Until we reach the end

Lune poetry

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse - Week 29 - A Walk through the Cemetery

Lush green grass waving in the wind
Between the stones of lives
A few words telling the history
we were born and we died

The gossamer thread of a spiders home
nesting at the side of the grave
catching the casual flight of a fly
spinning its tomb-like threads

A brown crust showing the age
of the words that can hardly be read
Embossed in the stone but now weathered
by storm and winds, covering the who or when

Midst in the scenery of the graveyard
the church towers above all
guarding the secrets of those who have gone
the eternal rest of the dead

Dismal, dark, even dangerous are the clouds
The storm is coming engulfing all
The mood changes, no longer welcoming
it is better to be gone

The witness still remains
whether in the warmth of the Summer
or the cold of the Winter
It will be forever in the ground

The bell tolls once more slowly
whilst the procession nears the destiny
of one who has departed
Lush green grass is waving in the wind

Poetry Posse - Week 29: A Walk through the Cemetry

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse - Week 28 - The Perfect Baby

Little feet, little hands
A little mouth as well
But if I wanted something
Then I knew how to yell

Mum and dad were always there
to care for all my need
I was the first the only one
Like a book they could me read

Feeling lonely in the night
All I had to do was cry
And then mum came a running
Oh I was very sly

I was not always a good girl
I was fussy with my food
I just left what I disliked
Yes I was very shrewd

But mum told me what was good
Although I did a pout
I decided to eat it all
And then I spit it out

My dad was pleased with his daughter
perhaps he wanted a boy
But when he saw I liked football
I was his pride and joy

So you see I was an ideal baby
The best you could have had
But one thing was so certain
I had a perfect mum and dad

Poetry Posse - Week 28 - The Perfect Baby

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse - Week 27: A Couplet

A week in the garden, ‘twas work to be done
I knew in advance it would not be fun

I am no longer so young but nevertheless
I decided to do it and succumb to the stress

Everything is low I have to bend down
the earth is so messy and my hands became brown

The sun was shining, I needed a drink
Something is wrong, I will have to rethink

I sat on a chair and poured out a coke
If I continue to work I will get a heatstroke

My decision was made, the garden can wait
I decided I would leave the plants to their fate

And then we had rain it fell from the sky
The plants started growing I gave up my try

Now I just watch from the porch with delight
The plants are growing their colours are a sight

I decided to grow some plants from the seeds
That is no problem and I can pull out the weeds

My cats are happy in the garden just see
No water is needed, they just do a pee.

Poetry Posse - Week 27: A Couplet

MULTIPLY Poetry Posse - Week 26 - Free Verse

Hunting for food every day
Not knowing if I find some or not
Fighting for my rights to live
in a place that is mine
Being attacked by unknown machines
Just because I follow a scent
Having no-one to protect me
When attacked by the neighbours
No comfortable warm place to sleep
Being preyed upon through the night
by unknown enemies that threaten
I treasure the life that is mine
I may not be free but I am satisfied
I have servants that look after my needs

Poetry Posse Week 26 Free Verse