Apology in Poem Form.

Please accept my apologies

for not posting much of late

I’ve got lots going on right now

and I can’t seem to keep a date.

My Mum was not well yesterday

She was as white as a page

It’s a rotten cold but she’s getting old,

She needed a doctor, a guru, a Sage.

Thankfully she’s had a good night

sleeping right through to the dawn

She’s calling the doctor right now.

and she looks better, not quite so withdrawn.

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The 2022 Great Bloggers Bake Off – Let them bake cake – A poem for Bake Off.

My Blogging Pal Mel, of the blog Caramel, is organising the 2022 Bloggers Bake Off, click on the links below to take part. To celebrate this event, I have been kindly asked to write a poem below that includes some of the themes of this year’s bake-off.

So, it’s that wonderful time of year,  

When we set out our bake-off stall,  

Things are tough, but this brings us good cheer,  

When we share, it shows we care, after all.

Making things from scratch costs less money,  

and it brings joy to all those we meet 

So why not bake a sponge and sprinkle it with honey? 

Spread a little love with tasty things to eat. 

Don’t worry if your cake sinks down in the middle, 

drizzle it in chocolate and it’ll taste just as nice 

Or you could cheat and buy one from Aldi or from Lidl,  

It’s the taking part that counts, it’s fun and cheap at half the price.  

Rotational Avoidance – An Acrostic Poem

So the Word of the Day is Rotation and this strangely correlates to a recent incident at work where we all came together to discuss the fair distribution of a task that no one seems to want to do. The idea was to reassure reluctant people that others were taking their fair share and you’d let the team down if you didn’t do the same…

I observed that Rota’s are not required when the team pulls together and just gets on with it but become essential when there’s one or two that just don’t want to get involved.

I decided to write an Acrostic poem to put this into words:

Rotating word duties more fairly,

On reflection can cause a psychosis.

To be honest, I’d rather drink my tea,

Avoiding all work in the process.

The trouble with rhymes it that it depends a lot of how you pronounce the words where you are. Where I am, Psychosis and Process, while not technically a rhyme sound similar, but where you are that may not be the case…

Happy Valentines day.

It’s Valentine’s Day again, gosh that comes round quick. I cherish people every day of the year and not just today but it’s hard not to get swept up in the vibe.

I wanted to share a link to a post, a comedy poem I wrote a couple of years ago that hopefully will make you chuckle. 🙂

I also thought I would share with you a link to a video of me singing one of my favourite love songs by Johnny Mathis, called Chances Are.

Chances are, I won’t be winning Britain’s Got Talent anytime soon but I enjoyed singing it anyway.

Have a lovely day and I hope that love is all around you today.

A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.

man posing on sea shore during daytime
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I wrote this poem and shared it back in February 2019. It was a different world back then, but I wanted to share it again with you and I hope it makes you laugh.

Continue reading A Multiple Word Prompt Poem – A Letter from Beryl.

Terrible Poetry Contest – A Cento Animico.

Chelsea Owens, on her blog, has thrown down the gauntlet in her latest Terrible Poetry contest. Click on the link below to see the post, why not have a go?

A cento is a poem made up of fragments of other poems.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cento_(poetry)

I thought I would try my hand at it, but it is a lot more difficult than it may at first appear. Here is my attempt:

The Owl and the Pussycat went to see,

the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),

Like Love, unkindly passing by.

There’s a thread you follow. It goes among

A host of golden daffodils, they dance.

The reprieve papers are not signed, behind.

It was a poignant portrayal of the effects.

A collage of fragments of poetical objects.

I have included fragments from the following poems:

The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear,

The Blind Man And The Elephant by John Godfrey Saxe

The Way It Is, by William Stafford

I wandered lonely as a cloud, by William Wordsworth

Reprieve, by Alison Prince

I have also included the following word prompts:

Not Posh

Whenever people hear me speak

They sometimes say I’m posh,

But my ancestral home is not antique

It’s an accusation I need to quash.

No privileged upbringing had I,

No wealthy relatives to spoil me

Home was one step above a sty

With not a single lacey doily

But despite my lowly start

Where riches were hardly fated

I turned out to be quite smart

As I learned to be educated.

Fearfully Forgetful.

People often say I’m forgetful,

I suppose that must be true

I find I’m frequently regretful

Of all the things I’ve failed to do.

When I said I’d visit someone

Only then I don’t appear

Its certainly not much fun

to let friends down, I fear.

There goes forgetful Freddie!

I hear that quite a lot

I’d tell you who’s made me so unsteady

But Frankly, I just Forgot!

Written by Kristian Fogarty 08 February 2022

Gone Viral – A poem for our times.

I’ve decided to repost this poem that I wrote back when COVID first appeared. I’m pleased to say that the signs are the COVID threat is passing but it hasn’t gone away.

Today’s Word of the Day is Bizarre.

Life is quite strange at the moment

It’s bizarre, it’s weird and completely surreal

Like an old-time disaster movie

Waiting for the villain to finally reveal

His twisted scheme for world domination.

And so, Covid-19 has been released

Threatening mankind and all of creation

An obituary for the deceased.

If we heed the advice we’ve been given

And stay at home for our own survival

We may yet find we’ll come through fine

It may bring about humankind’s revival.

No more selfishly thinking of ourselves

No more being, by crowds, pushed and shoved.

By staying indoors and being dependent

We find out that we are truly loved.

We may feel at times, scared and delicate,

Adrift in a sea of doubts and cares.

But we are all in this boat together

And togetherness can beat despairs.

So, I bring you this one and final thought,

That turns this whole disaster on its head

There is always a silver lining of a sort,

So, think about this positively instead.

It’s strange that a deadly virus, although

it’s keeping us all apart, however,

Also appears to be the very thing

that has brought us all much closer together.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 24 March 2020

This poem was written in the hope of spreading some positivity in these desperate times.

I have included the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/obituary/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/rdp-tuesday-delicate/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/03/24/your-daily-word-prompt-adrift-ydwordprompt-march-24-2020/

FOWC with Fandango — Dependent

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/03/25/together/

W.O.T.D.C. BIZARRE

Rather Silly Rhymes – A Limerick

woman soaked in water with bubbles
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Said the Kingpin to Miss Golightly

“you look dirty and rather unsightly

And It’s rather a strain

Seeing you again and again,

Why don’t you attempt bathing nightly?”

 

This Limerick was written in response to the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/nightly/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/09/rdp-tuesday-strain/

FOWC with Fandango — Kingpin