Multiple Word Prompt Poem – Things that Last

I’m Reposting this poem that I wrote back in 2018. I hope you like it.


Inspired by the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Substance


Things That Last

It’s only natural, I suppose,

That time makes fools of us all

A redolent aroma, up the nose

What rises up must one day fall.

A man of substance falls from grace

The skies, once blue, will turn to grey

Crumpled lines cover his perfect face

As time marches on from day to day.

The rotting decay of things once fresh

The aches and pains of ageing bones

All things must pass, our form, our flesh

Carved epitaphs on bare gravestones.

There are things that last beyond our time

That we can pass to our next of kin

Like, knowledge, wisdom and love sublime

Our kindness marks us deep within.


Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 14/August/2018


Inspired by the following word prompts:




FOWC with Fandango — Substance



Carry on with the Farce – A bit of silliness.

This poem (in the loosest possible terms) was written in response to the Genre Challenge:

Today’s Genre is FARCE

I have employed a very strange rhyming pattern, this was to create a sense of chaos that is a key element of farce.



The dinner party guests appeared quite a mismatched crew,

There was Lord and Lady Haw-Haw seated next to Cardinal Richelieu

and a Vampire-queen,

like you’ve never seen

her dress revealing more than you’d care to view.

This was turning out to be

a night filled with possibility.


A man dressed up as a thief grinned in an impish fashion

and a Spanish matador flashed his cape with daring passion.

And then sweet Snow White

Had an awful fright

When the dinner gong rang suddenly, turning rather ashen.

This may well and truly be

The weirdest night you’ll ever see.


As they shuffled into the dining room behind the towering waiter,

The incongruous group began to talk about what would be coming later.

And then the French maid,

Pulled out a long blade,

That she’d found inside a stuffed alligator.

Crying “Liberty, Egalite”

And then she added “Fraternity”.


Then she started chasing all the guests, redolent of a farce,

Around the table, they all ran, though hiding places were rather sparse

The matador stuck out his hand

Grabbing the Maids small foot and,

She tripped and landed hard on her arse.

Then at the side,

The director cried,

“Cut! Print! Release” because you see,

It was all just a ‘carry-on’ movie.


You may or may not be aware of the ‘Carry-on’ films that were made in the late fifties and into the sixties and early seventies in the UK. They are pretty much the epitome of farce.


This ‘poem’ contains the following prompt words:


FOWC with Fandango — Release

The Start of It – A short story, with familiar characters.



Today’s things are: admire, loyal, fireplace

The Start of It.

Audrey Patterson hated wearing black. It was such an unbecoming colour, especially on the old. When she was younger, then it had looked fine on her tall frame, with diamonds sparkling around her neck. That had been during the Roaring Twenties and she had been young enough to get away with it. Now black made her old pale skin look even older. She’d had to wear these dreary clothes though. It didn’t do to wear any other colour at a funeral, especially one of an old friend like Claudia Halifax. People would think she was being callous if she’d worn a brighter colour.

She was very sad to lose her friend. Although Claudia was younger than her and had lived a more carefree existence with her entourage of young men she liked to keep about her, she had admired her a lot.

Continue reading The Start of It – A short story, with familiar characters.