My little poem

That’s a great single-syllable poem Greyduster.

And by way of contrast NanKate’s humorous one about The Crump!

Wow! Thank you for your great poems. It’s a great escape from these troubled times. I battle depression and they help.

Thanks for that. A lovely way to start the day.
I enjoy writing the occasional poem, mostly humorous. My last attempt was one on the different reasons for delayed and cancelled trains. It's quite a long poem!

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Thank you Purplefixie for starting this poem thread. Here’s mine.

There was a round man called Crump
Who was known as a bit of a chump
He lived in a house in a far off land
Where visitors were often banned
He gave out his orders
And extended his borders
And crowned himself King of Greenland.

His complexion was tanned
But his wig was quite bland.
He dressed like a Toff
In the grandest of cloth.
And swaggered round town
Like a demented old clown

He ended his days
At a fun fare in Hayes
Where he sold sugar candy
Whilst slurping down brandy
That was the end of the Crump

Lovely poem, Purplepixie. Reminded me of writing essays at school in a grimy northern town. Essays were an escape from the reality of it. I still write essays, and poems. This is a poem based on an exercise of using words with only one syllable. It’s harder than it seems and gets the brain cells working. Worth having a go at.

A single syllable poem

Take a chair and sit a while
Where you can see plants.
Where the sun slants through the trees,
To cut the shade in bits
And lie like smashed glass;
Drops of gold on a cloth of grass.

Close your eyes and hear the song of birds.
They may lacks words
But charm us all the same
And we can name each one
By tunes they pour
From their hearts into ours.
In this whole world, what need we more?

Thank you all so much. I’m putting together a book of poems for my grandchildren.

I enjoyed reading that Purplepixie

Lovely Purplepixie I too went to school in a pit village.

Thanks Purplepixie. I enjoyed that 🙂

Purplepixie 👍

Really sums up growing up in a pit village.
Lovely poem. Hope you write more for us to read.

Yours is really evocative of that era, Purplepixie. Thank you.

A different poem. Our book group set "A poem with political leanings" for a recent meeting. My DH came up with something he wrote.

A Man Must Try, a Man Must Act

The State is great and powerful
And we are weak and small
It will crush us should we let it.
But our belief is our belief
And naught to do with Them.
So do I submit to their mighty power?
Or do I stand and fight?
I face a choice
I think I’ll stand
I wonder, shall I be remembered?

(Signed) Guido Fawkes, in the Year of Our Lord, 1605

That’s really good Purplepixie very evocative and moving, a Northern childhood.