"Disprin Times" (Entry 552)

A cold! A cold...

Or if I might be so bold -

The Flu!

What to do?

Disprin times coughs forth

Dispersible measures. 

Lozenges and tinctures,

Medicated treasures. 

Don't call for a doctor,

Croak out for Vick. 

He'll give you the vapours,

That'll do the trick!

Lots of water,

Plus moisturise with lotions.

Hot lemon toddy,

Along with the potions. 

Assortment of remedies 

To tackle this cold - errr, flu!

Then there's the hankies...

Hang on... just a second... Ah... Ah- Atishoo! 

Remember to rest and vitamin C. 

Under the quilt, best place to be. 

(Need to sleep now - I'm afraid I'll drop off. 

So that's the lot. With that I'll... Cough! Cough!)

"Another Day to Party!" (Entry 544)

Will you be a mellow fellow?

Or shop the sales, and fight the gales?

Don’t clash and bash,

Or ration the passion. 

Don’t debate the hate,

Just adore and more.

Go on, pound to the sound

from the jukes-boxing day rocking way!

Sashay, play and PAR-TAY!

"Roll End Credits" (Entry 535)

Darkness enveloping behind my eyes, 

rolling in the credits - starring Me - produced by This Day - directed by The Fates. 

It's so late. 

Leaden arms try to heave the carcass up the stairs.

Am I wearing concrete boots?

I don’t remember.

Stare down to bare feet on bedroom carpet,

wearily peeling layers away.

Top layer cardigan worn to stave off the cold.

Try to unbutton a shirt with fingers

that feel as useful as balloon animals.

I wonder if, these are the same that 

deftly moved across the keyboard in rhythmic dance all day?

Eventually, I move to unzip jeans that appear

a size or two smaller than the ones

I jumped into this morning.

Bosom heaved from bra to breathe 

an expanding sigh of relief.

I lie on the bed and do

a horizontal twist 

to remove the last scrap of material from bum and hips.

Snuggle behind the quilt to sleep.

To sleep, with dreams. 

Ahhhhhhh,

What bliss is this!

Credits roll on to The End. 

"It's Cyn for a Bridesmaid" (Entry 527)

Cynthia smoothed the bridesmaid’s dress front.

Neon orange taffeta with shit brown velvet ribbon sash,

designed to look good on nobody, except the bride,

who wore a dazzling array of crystals and net in 

‘hasn’t-been-a-virgin-since-the-ninth-grade’ white.

“I won’t wear it! I won’t!” 

Cynthia screamed in the privacy of her own thoughts.

It was the only place 

she was going to find decent conversation tonight,

in this cacophony of chavs, 

otherwise known as The Bridal Party.

 

“Thia! This!”

Someone called her in her least favourite nickname.

“Thia! I was just telling Jade that it’s your fifth time.

As they say, Always a Bridesmaid…”

“Never A Bride!” 

The others joined in, howls of laughter.

Five tango’d 

fake tanned 

fake personality 

harpies hooting and ganging up.

Holler after shriek, after pointing after snarl.

This was the pinnacle,

Or was she just being cynical?

She had to do it, didn’t she?

They deserved it.

They bullied her.

In fact, it was self-defence.

She couldn’t wear that dress

or put up with them.

She had to do it.

The last words they heard was her call.

She was still telling the police as they led her away

from the bloodbath and carnage of the bridal party.

"My name is Cyn! I’m Cyn!

Do you hear me? I’m Cyn!”

"Me Ol' China" (Entry 512)

Everyone needs their own mug,

or if you prefer a cup.

To take the brew, your beverage of choice.

To savour and to sup.

"A Grave Tale" (Entry 487)

A grave expression was what was required

For this undertaking. 

Needed to be dead-pan, for this death's plan. 

Sober-sided at muddy-sided hole. 

The whole thing bleak and deep. 

Then the coughing started,

As the coffin started to descend. 

Disrupted proceedings at this fellow's end, no end. 

A funeral, no fun at all. 

"On Your Marks, Get Spooky!" (Entry 486)

Week of scares. 

Catch unawares. 

Hide in places

And watch their faces. 

All good fun

For everyone. 

Give a cheer,

Halloween is near!

"Blue Over Sky Box Setting" (Entry 484)

Dark nights schedules

Bringing forth

Many tears, drama 

And mirth. 

What to choose

and record? 

So much that I

Want to hoard. 

Problem is Sky Plus 

Almost full. 

What to red button?

What to pull?

Increase percentage,

Get on and watch. 

Can't delete programmes,

All top notch. 

Need to make the provision. 

Arrrggghhh! Now, there's a collision!

Change the times, what's my decision?

Of all this good stuff on the television. 

"The Reluctant Speaker" (Entry 476)

Breath caught and fought back. 

No time for an attack. 

Calm lungs, brain and throat. 

Can't do this! I'll grab my coat!

Stay focused and still. 

Turn-my? Now-me-kill!

Can't get in-order-words!

Gosh! This is so absurd!

It's only a five minute speech. 

Why does it feel outside my reach?

Too many faces staring my way. 

Can't I return another day?

Shuffle papers to shuffling feet. 

This is ridiculous! I can't compete. 

Force a smile, a pause, a cough and then first squeak. 

Five minutes pass... (applause, of course)

Thanks! I could come back next week?

"Nonsense. Non Such Perfect Poem" (Entry 471)

If only I'd known 

It at the time. 

I might have had a better rhyme. 

If only I knew 

And could have rehearsed. 

Maybe I'd write a cooler verse. 

If only then was now. 

Researched better so I'd know him. 

Then I could have written the perfect poem!

"A Little Rain" (Entry 468)

Patter on, little rain. 

It's your job, every now and again. 

Pitter on the windowpane. 

I will watch, and here I'll remain. 

Until the time,

When your work is done. 

Then I will leave

To play in the sun. 

"Silent Snores" (Entry 459)

Oh? I dream of silence. 

Past your noise. 

Of grunting and groaning

And snores and more. 

But when your pillows cold

And your rest in another place. 

I dream of your breath, your snuffles, your face. 

"Dreep Dinkly" (Entry 457)

Drink! Drink deeply!

Dreep Dinkly!

Drink! Drunk!

With joy. 

Deserve the nectar

In this moment. 

Feel the warmth it gives

And the light that shines

Within

And from your smile. 

It only appears once in ale while. 

"Bring Disco Back!" (Entry 451)

I have the flair. 

I have the knack. 

It's time to bring

Disco back!

Grab a partner. 

Move those muscles. 

Bop to the groove. 

Let's do the hustle!

Side-close-side. 

Point and hop. 

Give a twirl. 

Do the Bus Stop!

Take a step. 

Keep on smiling. 

Feel the beat.

Now you're free styling!

We have the flair. 

We have the knack. 

It's time to bring

Disco back!

"Loaf About" (Entry 450)

I loafed about. 

Rolled outta bed.  

So didn't get that rise. 

I just earn my bread.

Not much dough in it.

A crumby job, time to move.

It's all gone sour. 

I've got nothing to prove. 

"Ode to Woad on Dusty Road!" (Entry 439)

O, ode to woad on dusty road. 

Isatis tinctoria, I used to adore ya. 

Cabbage extracted, then powdered. Pathetic!

No more seeded, superseded by synthetic.

You flowering plant from family Brassicaceae.  

Yellow fellow, you made me blue. Alas, I dye!

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I entered the 'Vogon Poetry' competition set by http://www.hitchhikerslive.com/ alas I didn't win! Seeing as it was a competition for the worst poetry, I don't know whether not winning was a good thing or not! :-) I hope you like it anyway. 

"Happy and Safe" (Entry 431)

Bring me talk of happy times. 

Of love and dreams and goals. 

Offer me laughter like tinkling chimes. 

Be with me and stay in these roles. 

Let's behave like comical actors,

With lines full of wit and much charm. 

Hide from me all the negative factors. 

In here, we are safe, there's no harm. 

"The You-glued-Tube" (Entry 430)

Oh, the days I have spent watching You Tube clips

Going from one video to another then more. 

I clicked on to find out time management tips,

Three hours later, glued to wood whittling post-war!

"Makey Bakey Takey Cakey!" (Entry 425)

How long to bake?

How do you make?

For picnic tea - take. 

Eat by a lake, 

Once you're awake. 

(Note: Don't eat off a rake.

For your teeth and tongue's sake.)

In a quake, it will shake.

Don't hug hard, for it'll break.

Never heard it made of hake or steak,

For that is pie and a fake. 

(Google: Favourite food of a snake?)

Too much equals tummy ache. 

Cake! Cake! CAKE!

"Rampage Moan"* (Entry 418)

on Lurdans Soil 

where Sailors Lund,

and Inland Lours,

Around Sills

(and Slod Urinals)

of Lurid Salons

by Lunar's Lidos. 

Old Insulars

of Lunar Dossil

sat to see

Sallo Sundri

and hear

Radios Nulls,

(Orals Unlids),

the Rolls Unsaid.  

but friends gathered,

Allison Ruds,

Darius Nolls,

Dillion Sarus,

Dollar Sinus

and Lola Sundris 

to quest, retrieve

Aldrin's Soul. 

onwards, onwards

Aids Unrolls

until to reach and see

the Lunar's Idols 

on Dias Unrolls. 

the Unsail Lords

from Snod of Arillus 

screamed out and

In Soul Slard

like Surloin Lads. 

job accomplished,

in view of the

Solr Sundial,

through Ruins Allods, 

lives on in Lairs Unsold

the LaDinos Slur

broken down pieces

of RUSSIAN DOLL. 

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* Title - "Rampage Moan" = "Anagram Poem."