Too Late!

MAD KANE

http://www.madkane.com/humor_blog/
supplied the first line

TOO LATE!

A  woman was peeved at her mate;

When they planned to go out he was late,

So she rang his friend, Basil!

They went on the razzle.

And he proved a much better date.
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BLUE AGAINST THE BLUE

Blue sea, blue sky a  peaceful view,

Then why, oh why is she so blue?

She had been reading, or so I thought,

But, in an instant, she seemed distraught.

Her head went down, her shoulders bowed;

She acted defeated, sorry, cowed.

But maybe my imagination

Read too much into the situation.

What I thought was deep dejection,

Brought on by a terrible rejection,

Might have just been an aching head

Brought on by drinking too much red!

Maybe she didn't feel too bright

After carousing half the night.

I'll never know, and nor will you,

Why she looked blue against the blue.

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With a Little Help

A Cross-Section

POETIC BLOOMINGS

http://poeticbloomings.com/

asks us to use these Beatles' words

WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY FRIENDS

Life is such a lottery, such a game of chance;

We make a choice and that decides our position in the dance.

I made a choice when emigrating; now I'm where I am,

And I have friends called Joy and Bebe and Betty, Ros and Pam.*

I happen to treasure friendship more than I do romance,

And so I am glad I met these friends when I played life's game of chance.

Old age revives sororities that mid-life cast aside,

When we were all engrossed in being girl-friend, mother, bride.

And yet I often ponder on those other 'friends', unmet;

The ones in other places I haven't lived-in yet!

If I had gone to Adelaide I might have met  Pauline,

 And Alice, Freda, Mitzi and that elegant Angeline!

Of course I'll never meet them now, but I'm sure that they exist;

They represent lovely friendships I'm sorry I have missed!

But I'm just being greedy, for fate has served me well.

I'm happy with the friends I have and the dice with where it fell.

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* Sorry, girls! I only had room for monosyllabic names!

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SPEECH

(An Acrostic)

Speeches are sometimes hard to make;

People have to learn to fake

Every gesture and each bright expression,

Eager to make the right impression.

Confident acting must be the key.

Hold forth with prose or poetry.

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Offspring

GRANDMA'S GOULASH

http://grandmas-goulash.info/

asks us for a VERY short story

OFFSPRING!

You've got to deal with him, Pa!

He says I am only his Ma!

I don't bear a grudge,

But he simply won't budge!

He says we must buy him a car!

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BRIDGING THE GAP

(An Acrostic)

Between the two great crags

Raised up above the beach,

I see the bridge connecting them

Designed for easy reach.

Green are the cliffs but perilous,

Imminent is a fall!

Not for me the fragile bridge

Gently swaying above it all!

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The sea is blue and inviting,

Heavenly is the view,

Every prospect pleases but

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Gazing at it will do.

Although I'm happy to admire

Prudence suggests avoidance of that 'high wire'!

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Lazy Blogger

WEEKEND REFLECTION

SKYWATCH

LAZY BLOGGER

I was looking for a Reflection

When I chanced upon a Sky.

I thought of being honest

Then I thought I wouldn't try.

'Two birds with one stone' I thought....

It can't do any harm.

I may be rather lazy
But I've got a lot of charm!

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                                                                Mike Ansell

POISED

Delicate as a passing thought;

Slender as a sigh;

Living for the moment

Not knowing it must die.

Poised in weightless fashion,

Crimson in the light.

Destined for departure

Before the coming night.

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Two With a View

Above Brisbane. Brenda Bryant

WEEKEND IN BLACK AND WHITE

TWO WITH A VIEW

A cup of tea,

The distant sea,

Shadow and shine.

Life's divine.

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LITTLE ENGLAND

There's a little part of Perth called Little England,

At least I recollect that was the name.

The architecture's pseudo Medieval

And being ultra-English is the claim.

The shops are olde worlde, full of little knick-knacks

With Union Jacks all blowing in the breeze,

And there one buys big tins of English toffees

And other Pommy things designed to please.

Of course, it's rather ersatz and commercial,

Especially on a day of blistering heat,

But two old Poms like us felt quite at home there,

Back in a sort-of, made-up English street.

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Obedient to a Fault

PINK SATURDAY

http://howsweetthesound.typepad.com/my_weblog/

OBEDIENT TO A FAULT

The sign asked me to dance, so I danced!

I leapt and I twirled and I pranced.

I kicked up my heels,

Did a few Highland reels,

And the onlookers were quite entranced.

I avoided the wheels of a bus,

Though the driver was quick with a cuss,

Executed a waltz,

(It was my tour de force),

Though a cyclist did make quite a fuss.

I stood on the tips of my toes,

(In my teeth a delectable rose),

Then I did pirouettes

While the people laid bets......

'Will she finally fall on her nose?'

When a big truck came lumbering past

I got out of the way pretty fast.

I then did the splits

(That's one of my hits)

While the driver looked slightly aghast.

I'm obedient, that can't be denied.

It said 'Dance!' so, of course, I complied.

And everyone cheered

 (O.K. some of them jeered)

When I got to the opposite side

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MISUNDERSTANDING

Ernie took his old dog, Ben, to see the vet one day.

The dog had trouble with his eyes, I'm very sad to say.

Ben was a quite enormous dog, a bit like a feather-bed,

With a great big body and woolly coat and a quite enormous head.

'I think he's started to go cross-eyed' said Ernie to the vet,

'Can you do anything at all for my precious dear old pet?'

The vet picked Ben up in his arms to do an examination

And then he turned to Ernie with a heartfelt exclamation.

'I'll have to put him down' he said. At this poor Ernie cried

'No no no! You can't do that! Permission is denied!

Why should you put my old dog down! It's just that his eyes are crossed!

Without my darling Benjie I'd be absolutely lost!

I'll get a second opinion! Yes,  that's what I'll get.

You seem to be a thoroughly incompetent sort of vet!'

'Calm down, calm down' replied the vet. 'You're going to keep your pup!

Of course I've got to put him down! He's too heavy to hold up!'

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Colour Unseen

WE WRITE POEMS

COLOUR UNSEEN

What if there is a colour our eyes cannot perceive,

A colour that, it seems, has never been?

Not a blend or mixture, and not a shade or tint,

But a colour that our eyes have never seen.

It's possible. Consider dogs.......a dog cannot see red.

He doesn't know there's something of that shade!

And yet the world is full of it, as crimson, rose and pink,

Though dogs cannot enjoy it, I'm afraid.

But though dogs cannot see it, it's there , we know that's true,

It's just the type of vision that's evolved;

The rods that we've inherited add redness to our lives....

A scientific problem that's been solved.

So, if way into the future, we add a few more rods

Maybe the colour 'parni' will appear.........!

A delightful brand new colour adding novelty and flair!

How odd to think that it's already here!

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MANCHESTER

(An Acrostic suggested by Acrostics Only)

Manchester meant 'breast-like hill' in the days of long ago.
And the Celts once had a fort there as old diggings clearly show.
Normans took the city in The Harrowing of the North'
Castlefield still has a fort from which the Normans issued forth.
History says Flemish weavers settled there in time
Establishing an industry, creating wealth and grime.
Since then the city's flourished as a centre for all trade.
This was where the bulk of all the cotton goods were made.
Eras change and now the city's modern and up-beat.
Resolve to visit Manchester! Give yourself a treat!
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