There was a forum young bloke
He thought that Snow White was so incredibly woke
He darent disagree, lest at quarter past three 
the old the old bill might give him a poke! 
3 Likes
Well hello there, Donald
Trump, you utter madman.
Have your fun making misery for millions,
Whilst you still can.
Farewell then, harmony,
Or something like that.
That went pear shaped.
This tomfoolery has to stop
Dead!
3 Likes
Thatās a bit disturbing d00dā¦ 
All that hate, show them you are a better personā¦
A better poet, and I know it.
The lady in the Blue coat
She certainly got my goat
Mystery personified
I saw you, I spied
At the bar at the charivari
Tempt you with a Campari
No such luck
The courage Stuck
Your life, good luck
Too late, lame duck
Lame duck on crutches with an orange in its mouth
Haute cuisine down south.
Haute Cuisine is lovely,
But hereās a little tipā¦
If you ever come to Yorkshireā¦
Stick to fish nā Chipsā¦
2 Likes
There was an old bloke from Yorkshire
who ate flat caps for his tea
given half a chance
heād get up and dance
But got bloated and floated out to sea.
I might have posted these somewhere before because they are quite old ā¦but not had light of day for a while anyway:
A moment in time has just gone
Tāwas there but a moment ago
The moment now is a new one
But soon even that one will go
Itās now been replaced by another
The last one just upped and went
It will stay for only a moment
Until another oneās sent.
Lifeās a collection of moments
In which all our actions are caught
We only get a few million moments
Now thereās an 'orrible thought.
================
When you have a VPN at home
You can appear as if youāre not
You can seem to be in Iceland
Or maybe somewhere hot.
You can try to foil Big Brother
From Nineteen Eighty-Four
Although he is a little late
By thirty years or more.
Your search for garden tools
Can be from Timbuktu
You can search for anything you like
Theyāll never know itās you.
So wear the badge from VPN
Itāll make you feel protected
Your shopping list at Amazon
Will never be detected.
1 Like
Must be silly season 
ā¦
When I was walking out one day
A man came up and said,
āNice to see you Hey! Hey! Hey!
I thought that you were dead!ā
I said, āThere are some troubles that Iāve had
But I have seen them through
I never have been quite that bad
How on earth are you?ā
He said, āOh I canāt complain yer knowā
Although I knew he would
āItās in me back I feel the painā
I could tell by how he stood.
The bloke had spoken as a friend
And I was trying to remember
When and what did we attend
Was it last November?
I wondered even more because
I knew weād never met
Heād mistaken me for someone else
Or that would be my bet.
Even so, I bluffed it out
We stood and spoke then parted
Just like I knew without a doubt
Why the meeting started. 
1 Like
You have to put it out
Defy the doubt
Let folks spout
Lifeās defunct without
Just chat
Ignore the Prat
Embrace the Tat
Think howszat
Keep standing
Not sat
The world is flat.
Childhood Memories
Water snails on the old mill-wheel,
Down by Snuffy-Jacks,
Picnics on the riverbank,
Grandmaās brought homemade snacks.
Sticklebacks and Minnows,
Water Voles in Buck Beck,
In and out of air raid shelters,
Playing war games, āHit the deck!ā
Climbing trees and skinning knees,
Ditches full of mud that stank,
Hide and seek in disused buildings,
Perished gas-masks in the grassy bank,
Watching alchemy performed before us,
The Blacksmith bending white hot metal,
Sinews taught whilst hammer welding,
Quenching iron ready to fettle.
Dodging cars now and then,
Playing marbles across the streets,
Rides upon the old milk-float,
Washing lines with laundered sheets.
Poppies on the Cenotaph,
Old soldiers, heads held high,
A child touches a name in bronze,
Her mother tries hard not to cry.
Woken by Church bells on Sunday mornings,
No chance now of a lie-in,
Clattering down the stairs for breakfast,
Mother winces at the din.
Fire, Police, Ambulance station,
Climbing up the old church tower,
School trips around our little village,
Listening to the clock strike the hour.
Playing kiss-chase in the playground,
Caught and pinned against a wall,
Jane was faster and stronger than me,
I really had no chance at all.
Quests to prove our childish prowess,
Who could throw the farthest stone,
Playing out ātil street lamps glowed,
Only then did we head home.
4 Likes
some lovely lines there Fruitcake
1 Like
Silver Surfers.
They call us all silver surfers,
Though my hair will never be grey,
I have it dyed frequently brown,
It will always be that way.
Silver Surfers are people like me
Who came to the net rather late,
Not clued up to use it you see,
Ignorance was nearly our fate,
But we struggled like mad to master,
Modern technology we could get,
With practice we soon got faster
The twenty first century we all met.
4 Likes
Letterboxing.
My friend & I have searched Dartmoor.
Following the letterbox lore
Weāve visited places weād not have seen,
If letterboxing had never been.
From our home and base we go,
West, East, or North in rain or snow,
To Blacktor, Yes Tor, High Willhayes,
Princetown also (but not the same days).
With maps & compass, food & drink,
Itās Burrator today I think.
Weāve seen the moor in rain & fog,
(And fallen into many a bog),
In Summer sun with glorious view,
Wild plants, birds & ponies too.
So thanks to those who started our fun,
Good luck to all who carry it on,
Dartmoor boxes we hope youāll stay,
And give pleasure to others who go that way.
4 Likes
The Gathering
At a distance black snowflakes swirling in the air
Then closer still changing like smoke clouds
Thousands of starlings wheeling everywhere
Gathering together to roost in their crowds
Then down they go in a waterfall
Cascading into the reeds
All answering the call
Like a broken string of beads
5 Likes
Now thatās what I call poetry Tiffā¦
2 Likes
Thank you, OGF.
2 Likes
Great 
thank you, Tiffany 
Aching
1 Like
Many thanks, AliceWonderland.
1 Like