Haiku Experiments

Japanese painting

 

As a Flash Fiction Challenge from Dan Alatorre (Click here to see his original post), I am supposed to write a Haiku about a randomly generated topic – mine was ‘What you shouldn’t say at a funeral’

Faux Pas

‘He was my father.’

‘He was my father as well.’

‘Who the hell are you?’

 

I’m going to try some different ones.

 

Dogs

Dogs like to ‘kiss’ you

Around your face, nose and mouth

After licking bum!

 

My dog had a limp

She had hydrotherapy

She pooed in the pool

 

Lemonade was spilled

I dipped finger and tasted

Gah! It was dog drool!

 

Image in Public domain

Three Rivers – A Ricardian Poem

Pic of River Ure fro Warton Bridge

The River Nene, flowing far away
On past the castle of Fotheringhay
Passing the good news away to the sea
Richard Plantagenet, newborn is he
Youngest son to the Duke and Duchess
With joy we greet you and wish you success

Chorus:
Three rivers he knew
Three rivers passed through
The life of our King
Richard’s news to bring

The River Ure, speeding on by
The Castle of Middleham, on the hill, high
Sending the news of a chivalrous knight
A good, noble Lord, upholding what’s right
Richard of Gloucester, Lord of the North
With pride we salute you, as you sally forth

The River Soar, through Leicester city
Meandering on so clear and pretty
Taking the bad news – our King is slain
England in turmoil, unrest again
King Richard III, your life it cost
With sadness we weep for the great king we lost

 

 

 

Image credit: Chris Gunns [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Malmsey Wine – A poem about George, Duke of Clarence, Richard’s brother

 

Aged_white_wine_with_brown_colorMalmsey Wine

Don’t cry my son, it’s just a graze
I know what can bring you cheer
You’ll love the taste, so sweet, so fine
Better than beer – Malmsey wine

Chorus:

Malmsey wine, fine and sweet
Malmsey wine, you I seek
Malmsey wine, heal the pain
Malmsey wine: oblivion

I know you’re sad, your wife is dead
What can I do to help?
A glimpse of heaven, taste divine
To give you comfort, Malmsey wine

Chorus:

Malmsey wine, fine and sweet
Malmsey wine, you I seek
Malmsey wine, heal the pain
Malmsey wine: oblivion

Your anger is just, life so unfair
You go too far, you must beware
A new use now they will find
A path to death, Malmsey wine

Chorus:

Malmsey wine, fine and sweet
Malmsey wine, you I seek
Malmsey wine, heal the pain
Malmsey wine: oblivion

Image: By inspector_81 (originally posted to Flickr as IMG_1381) [CC BY-SA 2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)%5D, via Wikimedia Commons

Richard’s Mighty Army

I haven’t written a poem in years, but I suddenly felt inspired to write this today.  Hope you like it!

Picture of knight with pen

Richard’s Mighty Army

Restless, furious, vengeful
He sees with eyes long dead
Malicious lies recorded
His truth and honour fled

The loser at the battle
Despite his dauntless skill
Losing yet more thereafter
By the pen of Tudor’s Will

He lost through heated courage
The impulse wrongly judged
Five hundred years to contemplate
His honour foully smudged

Patience is now the master
A dish served cold prepare
The building of the backlash
Innocence declare

He cannot win the battle
With swords that are no more
But pen is mightier than sword
As he knows to his core

Therefore he changes tactics
Recruiting Yorkist minds
To write another story
To reveal other finds

Art now paints him in beauty
The dreaded hunchback gone!
Stories now tell of justice
Of honour, mercies done

His mighty army building
A new Broom sweeping clean
The reputation tarnished
Is polished to a gleam

The pile of Tudor falsehood
A stinking, filthy heap
We overcome with golden words
Burying it deep

We feel his indignation
At injustices of yore
And we shall rally to his call
For he shall win the war!

Original image link. Licensed by Creative Commons

Image by Goodmami, titled ‘The pen is mightier than something'<br />
Taken on August 2, 2008. Tip of brush changed to fountain pen nib