Off into the sunset …

98.          Puzzle

The universe—
Wonderful, strange and mysterious—
Hiding its secrets
Quirky and serious;
Answers come slowly
For questions perplexing;
But one puzzle lingers,
Perpetually vexing—
Enigma, a cipher,
That no one can master:
How come, as we age,
Do weeks pass ever faster?

2 August 2013

Comments: This was the second last poem to be written, and I hadn’t had any inspiration for an angle for the […]

97.          Safety First

Here is a warning
That you should read carefully,
Sometimes the metre is
Missing a beat.

Caveat emptor
Beware of the half-rhymes,
Their small imperfections may
Feel out of place.

Content advisory:
Parental guidance is
Here recommended for
Mild adult themes.

And should you swallow
Those tales quite implausible
Or indeed overdose
On this long list,
You should quite urgently
Seek the advice of a
Qualified medico
Ere it’s too late.

Please be advised […]

96.          In the Storm

Roiling and swirling,
Rising and falling,
Gaining in power
Malevolent force.
Slow-building mounds
Of liquid momentum,
Tilting and tumbling
Rhythms irregular,
Pounding, propelling,
Surface in turmoil
Hurled hard against
The teacup’s white walls.

2 August 2013

Comments: I’m not totally convinced this succeeds, not least because I had to be careful not to overdo the “scale” of the waves and storm for most of […]

95.          Advertisement

Would you be in search of a bard?
Poet for hire?
Words that inspire?
Then, here, let me give you my card.
For any occasion at all,
Give me a theme
Choose rhyming scheme,
Allow me a moment to scrawl.
If you would like proof I can write—
Samples to test
At your request—
Or check out my work on this site.

29 July 2013

Comments: […]

94.          Last Hope

To be asleep by midnight’s chime
Just recently became my vow
But I will not succeed this time
Unless I finish writing NOW.

1 August 2013

Comments: That was finished at 12:58am*. Houston, we have a problem. I fear there is NO hope.

* And given that it surely didn’t take 58 minutes to write this poem, there […]

93.          Give Up

I’ve struggled, been slow,
But pressed on somehow;
With just eight to go
I can’t give up now.

28 July 2013

Comments: [ALERT: Temporal confusion abounds in the following account, which was written on July 28 and then modified five days later at the time of publication. I have edited it so that it makes sense for […]