Poem – Tales from the mind of Kristian

The Bake Sale – A poem

My blogging friend, Mel from the blog Caramel (learner at Love) is co-hosting a bake Sale event, click on the link below to find out more:

https://crushedcaramel.wordpress.com/2020/06/25/what-will-be-in-our-picnic-basket/#like-22950

To commemorate this event, I have written this poem. 🙂

We are having a giant bake sale, in our neighbourhood.

Auntie Gladys has made her carrot cake

Who knew carrots could taste so good?

And while it’s a Hot July and we’re in a summer sizzle,

What could be more fitting than a slice of Dave’s Lemon Drizzle?

While I enjoy the sunshine, the heat’s been a bit extreme,

So I’m enjoying a slice of cake smothered in Ice-Cream.

It’s great to get together and share what we’ve all been making,

In this sweltering summer heat, it’s us that have been baking!

I won’t moan too much though, it’s winter soon for goodness sake,

So my final message to you all is let them all eat cake. 😊

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/18/cake/

Don’t Stop – Songs that are Unstoppable

The Word of the Day is Unstoppable,

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/unstoppable/

I thought I’d share with you a song or two,

that makes me happy when I’m feeling blue,

They’re upbeat songs and full of class,

with unstoppable rhythms and a blast of brass

you just can’t help dancing around a bit

So now I’ve shared, you can all benefit 🙂

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/your-daily-word-prompt-benefit-ydwordprompt-July-13-2020/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/13/rdp-monday-brass/

A Limerick – Lying Camera’s

This Limerick was written for Sadje’s What do you See Challenge.
Click on the link below:

What do you see # 36 – 29 June 2020

The camera, they say never lies

But so often it seems to disguise

the model’s face and its flaws

a bold nose or weak jaws

so the truth never reaches the eyes.

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2020/07/04/rdp-saturday-eyes/

Limerick – Chocolate Cravings

Esther Chilton has posted a challenge to write a Limerick with the word Screech in it.
Click on the link to see her post:

https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2020/06/29/laughing-along-with-a-limerick-15/comment-page-1/#comment-23899

So here is my attempt:

A lesson in weight-loss I thought I’d teach,

but then I heard an almighty screech,

I ran into the kitchen

and saw her cravings were itching,

I’d put the chocolate up way out of reach.

grayscale photo of person screaming — Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Pexels.com

Have a nice day. 🙂

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29th June 2020

Another Silly Rhyme – Forgotten Symphony.

This silly poem was inspired by the following word prompts:

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/symphony/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/rdp-83-remember/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/08/22/your-daily-word-prompt-adorable-august-22nd-2018/

https://fivedotoh.com/2018/08/22/fowc-with-fandango-resonate/

I sat down to write a symphony

Like the great composers of yesterday

Something to resonate inside of me

It seems people couldn’t care less today

Of things like melody or harmony,

Tunes that make you want to sing along

Remember music from those golden days?

You just cannot beat an old-time song.

“You’re adorable, Miss Florabel,

Let’s go down to the garden wall,

I’d like to kiss your hand, madam

If you let me be your little lamb”.

OK so maybe those great songs of old,

were not so great or even gold.

Maybe they were a little twee,

So, whoops-a-daisy, woe is me.

I’ll go back to writing poetry,

And leave those old songs where they belong,

Forgotten, like my Symphony.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 22/August/2018

An Ode to the Bald – A Terrible Poem

This poem was written for Chelsea Owens Final Terrible Poetry Competition, Click on the link to take part:

The Final Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest

An Ode to the Bald

Oh, Woe is me, Alas and Alack
Oh how I wish I could have my hair back
Now my poor head is shiny and bald
My comb is redundant, my crown feels the cold
It’s the one thing for which I would pray, steal or beg,
If I could no longer be as bald as an egg.