Category Archives: Poetry

Cooking rats, a newt and a juicy, fat lizzie!

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Hush! Watch out, watch out, people, do watch out!

Loadsa wicked witches on brooms are flying about!


If you’re not wary, chary; a bit unprepared, my friend,

Evil spells will hit – aargh, that could be your end!

 

Withered old crones jet out with spell books perched upon their brooms,

Packed with sinister, witchy designs – yikes, the big danger looms!


A coven is toiling, all witches a-busy,

Cooking rats, a newt and a juicy, fat lizzie!

 

Cauldrons hot up a-bubbling and boiling, with..

Spiders, scorpions, snakes – aye, ‘tis no myth!

 

Meanwhile, spooks, ghouls, draculas and ghosties,

Tootle hither-thither, helter-skelter, tipple-tail with ease!


Jack-o-lanterns, beam their evil grins,

Wispy cobwebs bait flies, fleas ‘n even vermins!

 

Skeletons rattle, vampire bats go a-screeching,

Chains jangle, jet black ravens go a-shrieking!

 

Shouts of “Trick or treat!” echo all around,

As excited children frolic in every ground!

 

Yes, indeed, folks, ‘tis a night to remember,

For Halloween comes just once – in every October!

 


Maloquacious © 2019

The stork arrives – twice!

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My life is filled with bounties galore, abundant blessings,

Just harken, pause, and observe.. as the bonny bird sings;

Trills, it does, melodiously, on His omnipresence, His mighty glory,

For you, me, him and her……for all mankind to see.

 

And so, in my heart, I now passionately embrace,

Grandkiddies, most delightful, gifted by His Grace;

Ecstatically, I do declare, it was love at first glimpse,

A girl, a boy – such darling, mischievous little imps!

 

Cuddlesome, two bundles – one pink, and one blue,

Tiny toes, dimply smiles, and chubby cheeks, too;

The giggles, the gurgles, the chuckles as well,

My cup runneth over….you all, I must tell.

 

Sense I, enormous gratitude, contentment, immense joy,

For my two adorable, bubbly, precious girl and boy;

O beloved Almighty, with thanks, I must confess,

For every day, every minute, I utter: “God bless!”

 

Maloquacious © 2019

Befuddled feathered folk

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Two birds wandered along a path, a-waddling;

As feathered folk often do.

“Quack”, said one, “Quack,” again, said he, a-dawdling;

As daydreamers often do.

 

“Jack,” said Mac, the other bird, a-jostling;

“What think ye of us?” he asked, as wise ones often do.

Looking up, he spied the sun and clouds a-bustling;

In windy weather, as they often do.

 

“Ah,” said Jack to Mac, squawked he, a-lumbering;

As befuddled folk often do.

“Dun-no”, cackled Jack, “Dun-no,” along the path a-swaggering;

With brows puckered, as the baffled often do.

 

Mac looked at Jack, Jack looked at Mac, and Jack winked;

As funny bunnies often do.

“After all these years of waddling, dawdling, jostling, bustling,

Lumbering, swaggering, I still dunno…….”

 

“Are we ducks, swans or geese?

Do tell me, please!”

 

Maloquacious © 2019

Happy New Year 2019

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I’m sitting here. In the garden, enjoying the beautiful sunshine. Besides absorbing the essential Vitamin D, I, also, take in the sights and sounds of chirping birds and the gentle sway of palm fronds in the soft, cool breeze.

And I ponder; I reflect upon the year gone by – 2018. It was a busy year. A happy year. A sad year. Many different emotions all packed into one memorable year. With the advent of a fresh new year, the Gracious Almighty has given me another chance to put right my wrongs, and afforded me the opportunity to allow myself to become the best ME that I could possibly be. Indeed, for that I truly thank You.

I realise that my blessings, however small they may be, appear everywhere, every day, and, more importantly, they are there, for me, with each new year. Therefore, now that 2019 has dawned, I am deeply and veraciously grateful for each fresh, new day.

A few of my blessings – miracles – are penned below, in poetic form.

So, put down your mug of coffee, stop playing video games, and simply sit back, against the puffed up cushions in your nice, comfy, chunky sofa. Huddle up beneath your warm ‘blankie’, and read on.

Read slowly, meaningfully, pausing, now and again, to digest the vivid imagery present in the poem….

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“See the garden, green and lush, that freshly blooms;

Observe the red-bricked house and all its rooms;

Note the far off planet, strange, with rings and several moons;

Look! Happy, excited, giggly children, watching cartoons.

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

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“Ah, heed the ocean, with its waves, eddies and tides;

The sprightly, little donkey and its fun-filled rides;

Smell the bakery goodies – its cakes, doughnuts and pies;

Listen to the chatter and natter of proud grooms ‘n’ blushing brides.

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

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“Watch the bonny, bouncy, bubbly babes;

Catch those magical, wonderful, dainty snowflakes;

Oh! And, careful of gorillas, baboons, chimps and apes;

Sea creatures of odd sizes – Wow! A kaleidoscope of colours ‘n’ shapes.

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

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“Embrace the loving protection of your dad – be enormously grateful;

Hug the caring devotion of your mum – be tremendously thankful;

Cuddle up with the love and affection of sibling unity – be joyful;

For, yes, indeed, ’tis family that really matters – utterly delightful!

Aye, undoubtedly, these are the fine signs of some of Your miracles!

“So…

“Much obliged, we truly are, dear Lord, for all these rich Blessings,

You are Merciful, Gracious, Omnipotent, Forgiving and Kind;

Appreciative we are, for the life You have granted us – with its endless lessons;

Prithee, most earnestly, humbly we pray, bless us to be good, gentle and kind.”

Amen/Ameen. 

 

Maloquacious © 2019

The Night of Fright

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I’m rather afraid of..

Cats,

Rats,

And,

Bats.

I’m dead scared of..

Spooks,

Snoops,

And,

Ghouls.

I’m petrified of..

Zombies,

Creepies,

And,

Goonies.

So, I’ll just..

Sit me down,

Safe, indoors,

And,

Drink hot cocoa.

Cause today..

‘Tis Halloween, Trick or Treating,

But,

Me, snug as a bug, sheltered,

Indoors, reading!

 

 

Maloquacious © 2018

How supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!

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Snow is heavily falling,
Santa is loudly calling,
Everyone is briskly running,
Towards the fire a-burning,
Children are noisily yelling,
Parents are articulately telling….

“Shhh, harken, Xmas bells a-ringing!”

Elves are busy wrapping,
Reindeer hooves are tapping,
Grotto chimes are chinkling,
Bubbly glasses, a-clinking,
Snowball fights, gosh, rollicking,
Toddlers and kids, a-frolicking,

“Shhh, harken, Xmas bells a-ringing!”

Christmas trees, psychedelically twinkling,
Fairies atop, angelically winking,
Tiny wee fairy lights, a-blinking,
Teeny-weeny bells, joyfully chinking,
Lots of fun goodies, yummy, so scrumptious,
Everyone’s thrilled, merry and facetious,

Because…..

“..the Holiday Season is here –
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!”

Maloquacious © 2017

 

Slimy-cor-blimey Spooks are about!

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Look out! Watch out! Mind out!
Slimy-cor-blimey Spooks are about.

Witches fly, and snakes a-slither;
Ghouls glide, skim hither-thither.

Creepy-crawlies! Yikes! Shiver me timber!
Scorpions! Centipedes! Gosh, how they limber!

Cobwebs! Spiders! Ants, and what-not;
‘tis a trap, be warned, a bait, to catch us lot.

Asudden, Ghosts pop up – a deadly shock!
Be wary! Alert! Just toss ‘em a rock.

Ravens and crows, go flap a-screeching;
Bats and vampires, go bite a-bleeding.

Darkness, scary shapes….and eerie sounds;
Odours most foul, waft in the grounds.

Rattling bones, skinny skeletons, bulging eyeballs;
Jangling chains, roaches – but shush! I hear phone calls.

Hello? The telephone line crackles,
Oh no! The head wicked witch cackles…

Whaaat?? Warty’s keen to know: “Trick or Treating?”
Who, me? I fire back: “Ha! Safe in bed a-sleeping!”

 

Maloquacious © 2017

I met Alice…..or did I?

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It doesn’t matter
If, amidst the clatter,
You want to natter,
So, let us chatter;
And, yeah, get fatter
On doughnuts, yum, that batter.
Oops, the rain goes pitter-patter
Hurry, dash inside, Mr Mad Hatter!

Now, Alice turns to me
“It’s very unfair, don’t you see,
With Mad Hatter, you had tea,
Doughnuts too, but not with me!”
I look around and all I see
Such angry faces, out to get me.
The Queen, the Cat and company,
So, with White Rabbit, I quickly flee.

Out the tree, I swiftly hop,
Run up the hill, to its top;
I’ll not tarry, or wait a dot,
I’m in trouble, quite in a spot.
“Goodbye,” I yell, “you creepy lot!
You weird, eerie, dotty lot!”

At home now, I am…in Camelot,
So, hey you all, was it a dream…or what?

Maloquacious © 2017

Me the bee – the Christmas bee!

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I am a bee, a busy bee, a Christmas bee, you see
I have too much to do, I am buzz-y, buzz-y, buzz-y.

Santa dear, one day, came to me, and asked for my help, you see
“The shopping list is far too long,” whined he, over a cuppa tea.

His face, a wee bit weary, into the chair, he slumped, so sad, dear me!
“Got too much to do; pressies to buy, then wrap to put under that tree.”

“Rudolph’s down with flu, two elves are sick in bed, oh woe is me!”
Oh my gosh, thought me the bee, was this a dream, a movie or some fantasy?

Come, come, dear man, this will not do; tut-tut, all this I cannot see
Now listen up, Santa, just you breathe, relax and quietly drink your tea.

The world awaits you; every kid with bated breath, agog to hug a pressie
Don’t let them down, please, Santa; I will do my part to help, said me the bee.

So, who helped with the wrapping, the packing; gifts to place beneath the Christmas tree?
Who bucked up Santa? Healed Rudolph and those sickly elves? Yes, me the bee!

Dear friends, so that’s the tale how I became a Christmas bee, the busy bee;
Now whene’er you hear the “Ho Ho Ho!”, thank me, the bee – buzz-y, buzzy, buzz-y!

 

Maloquacious © 2016

My “Happy Tree”

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Life is wonderful, indeed; ’tis fantastic fun;
Glorious, cheery blessings…yes, for everyone.

Indoor, my cup, O Lord, it runneth over
Gushing with Your loving grace and power.

So, there I go, outdoor, and in the garden
I plant my happy “Happy Tree” – Amen!

This tree I have, for all to see,
I call it mine, the “Happy Tree”.

And on its branches twining,
I hang my blessings swirling, twirling.

The love that dwells inside my heart,
I drape around the tree, to start.

Countless “thank You’s” from my mind
Around the boughs I gently wind.

Like bright, shiny tinsel strands
My eyes place rainbow beauty bands.

The good I hear, and wise advice,
I display with pride, my bumper prize.

I feel a feel, a blissful feel
About my tree, my “Happy Tree”.

Life’s all about love, light and joy,
Peace, contentment, for us to enjoy.

So, thank You, Lord, I wish to express..
Deep gratitude for all You bless!

Maloquacious © 2016