An Anthology of Personal Poetry

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I hear sunsets go well with poetry so I took this photograph from my collection. Just so we could test that theory.
Since I hear no clamor from publishers wanting to publish anything written by me, I have decided to publish my “poetry” here. I suspect it will make them look quite silly. That is, if this blog is on their reading list.
Most of these lines appeared as throwaways on assorted Facebook groups. When you read them you will know why they were thrown away. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
“Oh Alright,” you say, “Let me read them, stop talking!”
“What? Me talk? Heavens! I’m the quietest, shyest person you ever did meet. I don’t like to talk too much. I prefer to let you get on with it. Action, you know! That’s the ticket. Stop the nattering and get going. Yes sir, ( or madam ), you won’t find Ajesh B going on and on longer than necessary to get the point across. Brevity! Simplicity! Brevity! I said that twice didn’t I? Hmm. It goes to show the value of brevity. And I only want to say one last thing… uh… what? Stop? Stop what? Oh talking. You wish to read? Ok. Go on then. Do let me know how it goes, won’t you?”

Lamentary

The post was not a pome
It was a lament, no more.
Poetry is not my home.
I shall write it no more.

There was a time when
Words I wrote were in rhyme
Curs’t it was, my pen
But I’m cured just in time.

How lovely is my prose
How amusing and funny!
This ditty I must close
For I hear the call “Bunny!”

Blues #1

The old man who played the blues
on his guitar while everyone did snooze
was beaten for his pain
and for raising cain
“it’s not the playing but the singng, you goose!”

Orange Juice Blues 

The old man who played the blues
One morning while he drank his juice
remarked to no one
I wonder if anyone
Drank coffee as if it was booze

Ghostly Roast

A lady who hunted ghosts
Travelled to both of the coasts
Of ghosts she found none
She had tea with a bun
with some potatoes, pickles and roasts

Ode to Cats

Violets are blue,
my nose is red,
what cats do,
is fill me with dread.

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This Post Has 6 Comments

  1. adsunsri

    I am not lamenting though on the free flowing verses that does makes sense:)

  2. Urmii Bhattacharrya

    I think you should stick to writing prose…Though they have a hint of inspiration from BW…You may work on it to perfect the art!

  3. Urmii Bhattacharrya

    Very witty and lyrical! I read it again and again and each time found it to be better than the last…You really use your words so well. Keep writing!!!
    Do remove my first comment…God knows what prompted me to be so mean to such a gifted Lyricist as yourself… Keep writing more!
    The ref to BW should read EBW aka EB White.

    1. TheLastWord

      Hahaha! ! I hope you didn’t feel pressured to be nice. It’s OK. I completely agree that my poetry is terrible. I’ve made no claims for being a poet and so don’t take offence that easily.