Just to say that there’s a “Poets and Pints” open mike event at the Lodge, Crewe Road, Alsager this Thursday, 3rd. December at 8 pm, run as usual by Phil Williams. If you’re within striking distance of Alsager, hope to see you there. The guest poet is Congleton’s excellent Roger Elkin.
Who Gives a Toss?
Two captains stride out to the square.
A coin is tossed into the air.
Away Skip calls out, “Heads” or “Tails,”
whilst umpires check they have the bails,
new ball and spare and counting aid,
essential tools to ply their trade.
But that tradition soon may be
a distant, fading memory.
To aid the game, it’s now thought best
to give a trial – and then a Test –
to putting in away Skip’s hand
(thus foiling what the home side’s planned)
which side makes first use of the track,
goes out to face that fierce attack,
when quickies first exploit conditions
and headlines make for first editions.
Once weighed up weather pros and cons,
each opener pads and helmet dons.
The toss may go, but same old story:
take two legs guard and head for glory.
it towered 50 feet above the Leylandii fronds.
rooks had nested in its canopy and swayed precariously
– like today –
as if full sail on choppy seas, running before a
On such a day,
surely the only danger is ceding to the gusting gale,
tearing and tugging at those roots.
Ah, not so,
for swarming up like a rigging monkey,
roped and helmeted, with chain-saw dangling,
comes the arboreal nemesis of standing proud.
from one pitch to another, he picks off
branch after branch, each carefully lowered or crashing down
according to its girth, then metre lengths of trunk
and skull-busting slices, thudding to earth,
till just the
r e m a i n s,
s t a r k
Phoebe looks so very sweet,
wags her tail as if to greet
us when we’re back with shopping,
haul in bags. Our arms are dropping off.
We see the postman’s been and gone
and Phoebe’s opened every one:
letters; bills; menus; and cheques
are tatters, shreds which Phoebe wrecks.
She’s tried to inwardly digest,
spat out some, swallowed the rest,
but now she sits, her brown eyes pools.
Come on, Phoebe, we’re no fools.
In her mouth, a poppy clenched,
though no thought gives to those entrenched.
For her, it’s one more toy for play.
Dogs don’t do Remembrance Day.
Written in Karen Ross’ workshop and based on a sketch of her dog, Phoebe, created from newspaper cuttings. The dog is clutching a red ball on a string (her favourite toy), but it might just be taken for a poppy!
“Successful entrepreneurs are givers not takers of positive energy”
It sounds like Alan Sugar on “Apprentice”.
‘cos Successful Entrepreneurs is what his bent is,
but I go more with what common sense is.
Just give everyone the right incentives.
That phrase of Alan Sugar’s really grates.
Listen, Sugar, you are not Bill Gates.
“Positive Energy” is a phrase I hates.
It sums up business speak and modern traits.