The Day The Tin Foil Hats Broke – Revealing the truth.

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I thought it was time for another outing for this poem I wrote a while back 🙂 

 

 

 

It was something that I’d come to dread

That every thought within my head

would burst from my mouth, as it spoke,

the day the tin foil hats broke.

 

My Uncle said “What is it son?”

For I had turned quite pale and wan,

my face was screwed up really tight

while my thoughts were picked up by satellite.

 

“My tin foil hat has broken!” I cried

My Uncle just looked smug and sighed

“Well, Nephew I wouldn’t worry a jot,

with your brain, it’s not going to reveal a lot”.

 

I had a longing for something that

would keep my thoughts under my hat

My tangled mind, tortured and petty

had spilled its contents like boiling spaghetti.

 

A tangled jungle of vine and fern,

revealed that I had failed to learn,

my head was empty of meaningful things

but I knew by heart the Lord of the Rings.

 

Like a boiled egg, my mind was bare

without any useful facts in there,

My Uncle said “Now you have a mission

“you should become a politician”

 

But still I worried, how could that fly?

When I couldn’t ever tell a lie.

but thankfully, and rather shocking,

a new foil hat was in my Christmas Stocking.

 

This poem was written for A Guy Called Blokes Challenge, see here:

What’s My Story Then #3

I have also included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/rdp-saturday-egg/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/satelite/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/04/20/longing/

https://lightmotifs.wordpress.com/2019/04/19/three-things-challenge-pl65/

Today’s prompt: nephew, fern, spaghetti

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/06/worry/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love, Unrequited? – A humorous love poem.

I wrote this poem the other day, but I have now added a final stanza that makes it a bit happier. I wished I could say that this poem is semiautobiographical, or at least the final bit,  but I’m afraid it isn’t. 

 

Cupid pulled back his bowstring

At his target, he took aim,

He hit me in my broken heart

Now I don’t feel quite the same.

 

It’s all a bit of a puzzle,

I’m not sure I feel so neat,

I don’t seem to sleep so well at night

And I can’t bring myself to eat.

 

I’m staring at adversity,

And productive, I am not,

Cupid! Why did you do this to me?

It was a cruel malicious shot.

 

For while you shot me well and good,

And my heart is now a flutter,

You didn’t bother to make a match

My love lies in the gutter.

 

So, Cupid please, get off your knees

And have another go,

Either cure me of this love disease

Or send me my Romeo.

 

And the new bit…

Cupid, you’re a splendid bloke,

For services, you should be knighted.

Because despite my fears and anguished tears,

My love turns out to be requited.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/July/2019 updated 24/July/2019

 

I have included the following word prompts:

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/rdp-sunday-puzzle/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/target/

FOWC with Fandango — Productive

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/07/21/your-daily-word-prompt-adversity-july-21-2019/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/07/24/unrequited-2/

 

The Incongruous Overture – A Silly Poem

This was originally posted a year ago, but I thought it deserved another airing. 😉 

I hope you find it uplifting

 

At the Piano, he banged the keys

The audience fell to their knees

It was an Overture most grand

The most bravado piano playing

In all the land.

But something wasn’t quite

The way it should have been, that night.

For while the audience enjoyed the fuss

There was something quite incongruous.

The scene was electric, that’s all right,

But it was quite an awesome sight,

For while they wore scarves and hats,

They were all a bunch of alley cats,

And while it can be said, quite true

That alley cats like music too,

They don’t often like an overture,

There’s something else they much prefer,

Something Jazzy, Sassy, lots of beat,

Something to which they can move their feet.

But this lot sat and watched chief Pussy,

Playing Mendelsohn and then Debussy.

It all seemed like a glorious joke,

Then all of a sudden, I awoke

To the sound of my own cat’s scream,

It had all been a rather silly dream!

As if any cat would listen, acute!

They hate the piano, they prefer the flute.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/December/2018

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/14/incongruous/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/14/rdp-friday-overture/

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/12/03/uplifting/

Revenge of the Animals – A Silly Poem.

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

Doctor Doolittle started to castigate,

his animals who had turned up late,

he said, “Can you guess what I truly hate?”

and before they’d begun to speculate,

he shouted at them, and quite upset,

the rather sensitive marmoset.

And feeling in an intransigent mood,

the monotonous hippopotamus stood

and hating bullies, as you should,

swallowed the hectoring doctor whole,

to the rounding cheers from every animal.

Well, it was the only thing to do,

now be honest, wouldn’t you?

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/03/04/monotonous/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/03/04/rdp-monday-speculate/

 

Tell The Story – A Modern High Noon

Photo credit: William Webb

Sadje of the Blog, Keep it Alive, has tagged me in the challenge. She has chosen this great picture for me. I am going to change things slightly. Rather than a story, I have written a poem instead.

Thank you for Tagging me. 🙂

Here is Sadje’s Post:

Tell The Story Challenge # 7

And here is my poem:

A Modern High Noon

 

The Sun was up at its Zenith,

That means it was high noon,

And in front of her stood Kenneth,

And to her right was Mr Muldoon.

 

It was like a scene from a picture,

The gunfight at the OK Corral,

But you hadn’t seen a stranger depicture,

Though it did wonders for her broken morale.

 

It appeared to be a Mexican standoff,

Though all was not quite what it seems,

She knew something the others couldn’t think of.

Well, after all, it was all part of her dreams.

 

Only her two pistols were loaded,

And she shot her ex-husband stone dead.

Then walked off with Muldoon, her Lawyer.

Who she’d rather have married instead.

 

And though dreams were far from reality,

It put a smile on her face for a week.

But it almost damaged impartiality,

When she pinched her lawyers left cheek.

 

With renewed confidence and vigour

The divorce case was settled quite soon.

For there’s nothing quite like the rigour,

That comes with a dream of High Noon.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 31/January/2019

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/31/zenith/

 

So I hope you enjoyed my attempt at a humorous, narrative poem.

 

So who shall I choose to pass the challenge on to?

How about,

Laura M Bailey

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/the-things-we-do-for-love-valentine-gift-ideas/

Hinoeuma (Victoria) of Cosmic Observation

https://cosmicobservation.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/tune-tuesday-january-29-1944/

The Rendezvous Club/ Thought for Change.

https://thinkingclearly2018.wordpress.com/2019/01/30/dear-spring/

 

Here is a picture to inspire you:

 

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Have Fun 🙂

A Multiple Word Prompt poem – The Art of Writing.

 

To create a good story is a fine art,

You must balance the drama or it just falls apart,

You need a location, on a mountain, by a tree,

Somewhere exciting where readers want to be.

It must have a good character, an imp or an elf,

And if you are lucky it just writes itself.

(Though more often than not it’s like walking on glass,

Writing a story can be a right pain in the ….. neck*). 😉

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/January/2019

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/three-things-challenge-2019-29/

Today’s prompts are: story, elf, art

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/create/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/rdp-tuesday-balance/

FOWC with Fandango — Tree

 

Twittering Tales – Love Biscuits – A tale in 280 Characters.

Photo by Oleg Magni at Pexels.com

 

“See her over at the bus stop? She used to create the loveliest biscuits in the world. You know what the secret ingredient was?” Sally asked.

“No. What?”

“Love” She replied.

“Is that why they were the best in the world?”

“No dear, that’s why the hygiene inspectors closed her down.”

[279 Characters]

This story was written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge, click on the link here:

Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/29/create/

PS In the United Kingdom what we call Biscuits they refer to as Cookies in the United States – Just in case you didn’t know. 

 

A Touch of Writer’s Block – A poem

 

 

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I feel I’ve hit a solid wall,

the inspiration will not come

The more I sit here and stall,

the greater I become more numb.

 

I need to stop and drink,

copious amounts of tea,

then immerse myself and think,

about where I want to be.

 

Have I lost my creativity,

To instigate and plot a story?

Or will I regain my proclivity,

to Imagine and end this purgatory?

 

This writers block has been extreme.

I pray this is just an awful dream.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 23/January/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/instigate/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/rdp-wednesday-immerse/

FOWC with Fandango — Copious

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/23/your-daily-word-prompt-extreme-january-23-2019/

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Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com

 

He who shall not be named – A silly poem.

 

A Bishop of Buffoonery,

Such Inane Chicanery,

Lauded by his Goonery,

Exquisite in his Vanity,

But renowned for his profanity.

He’s Completely lost his sanity.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 13/January/2019

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/01/13/exquisite/

https://swimmersweek.wordpress.com/2019/01/13/bishop/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/01/13/your-daily-word-prompt-lost-january-13-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Inane

 

 

Kristian’s Klever Kwotes ;-)

If like me you aren’t too keen on deliberate misspellings, like Krispy Kreme and other things of similar ilk, then I’m sure the title of this post will be making you quiver, or kwiver, with outrage! 

However, if you have managed to get this far without clicking on the delete button I would like to share with you some words of wisdom

A Venturesome spirit will connect with a sapient mind. 

You can quote me on that.

🙂 

Many thanks to the following prompt words:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/12/11/venturesome/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/12/11/rdp-tuesday-connect/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/12/11/your-daily-word-prompt-sapient-december-11-2018/