Triple X


Lament (Part XXX)

For thirty days we’ve stuck to verse,
(we were lucky enough to start on the first).
The weather’s been bad – it’s been hard to find
a subject for a photograph of any kind.
Today, the last day, it seemed like Spring.
The wind was quiet, you could hear the birds sing.
The skies were blue, the sun shone all the time.
It was enough to make you break out in rhyme!

Violet – (Our Penultimate Poem)


Lament (Part XXVIIII)

In the first years of the last century they built the sisters three.
The Olympic, Titanic and Britannic, the largest ships to put to sea.
In 1911 The Olympic collided with The Hawk
and Stewardess Violet Jessop was one of the crew aboard.
The Titanic sailed in 1912 so history books record
and Stewardess Violet Jessop was one of the crew aboard.
In World War I, hospital ship Britannic, hit a mine as her reward
and Stewardess Violet Jessop was one of the crew aboard.
Violet sailed on until 1950 when she retired and left the sea,
she stayed at home and kept chickens, until she died at eighty three.


Grass And Plastic Fields
Grass And Plastic Fields

Lament (Part XXVIII)

The field at the front is covered with green grass, tick
that box, while the field in the distance is covered in plastic.
I presume they were planted at around the same time,
if that is so, they’ve grown the same amount, so I’m
guessing that there must be a grant, probably from the EU
to harvest shopping bags, to make sure of a new
supply each year. So that there won’t be any delay
and we can all continue to do our bit, to recycle away.

The Greener Grass


Lament (Part XXVII)

Now that the animals aren’t indoors any more,
some of the more adventurous are keen to explore.
It will come as no surprise that your five fruit and veg,
are that much tastier on the other side of the hedge.

“If the tastiest grass is our focus and goal,
then all that we need is to find a small hole.
Just follow me, I’ll show you how to do it
and if anyone comes, we can scramble back through it.”

What Rhymes With Rhododendron


Lament (Part XXVI)

Oh, when will you be mine?
Please say that you will,
You make my heart go flip flop,
I think I’ve strained a tendon,

Safe At Last

Dutch Air Force Chinook
Dutch Air Force Chinook

Lament (Part XXV)

Here’s a picture of a helicopter – so all we need now is a rhyme.
The Dutch Air Force is visiting, they were protecting Scotland at the time.
It’s nice for them you know, to have some hills to protect,
the tallest thing in Holland are the dykes, or so I expect.
They pop over here whenever things at home seem a little flat
and save us from invasion – or something like that.
I’m sure that in the Air Force, peacetime is just a bore
but if it’s all the same to you chaps, we’d rather not have a war.

Me! Me! Me!

Not A Daffodil
Not A Daffodil

Lament (Part XXIIII)

There’s this guy called Narcissus, a good looking man.
The trouble is you know, he’s his own biggest fan.
A nymph called Echo loved him, but he didn’t want to be bossed
around by a woman, so he told her to get lost.
Now Nemesis, a Goddess, thought this just wasn’t right,
and it’s best not to mess with Nemesis when she gets up-tight.
She made Echo fade away, then used her Goddess power
to make Narcissus love his reflection – and turned him into a flower.

Forgotten Lines

Track Laying System
Track Laying System

Lament (Part XXII)

In 1825, on the Stockton and Darlington Railway, Locomotive No. 1 first pulled a train
of open coal wagons filled with people, all thrilled to ride (and hoping it wouldn’t rain).
George and Robert Stephenson‘s steam engine, a machine of undreamed power,
pulled those passengers along at a truly amazing speed of four miles an hour.
George understood that, just as with canals, the path the railway took, was key
and for his first locomotives, he needed it to be as level as it could be.
His expertise at planning railway routes for Robert’s engines brought him fame
but I think he would have been happy to have this track laying system, just the same.

Bird of Passage

Collared Dove
Collared Dove

Lament (Part XXI)

I’m from India you know, and I’m on a round-the-world trip.
I’m not that much of a sailor so I try not to travel by ship.
I don’t mind walking about – I’m a down to earth sort of guy
but then, when I need to go farther, I can always fly.
I’m not in any hurry, I want to experience each place
and live the life of the locals – I mean, the local human race.
They’ve always been so kind to me and provided all I need,
with their generous harvests and troughs of animal feed.


Tractor And Gulls
Tractor And Gulls

Lament (Part XX)

There are men that trawl the sea, seeking a harvest there.
We follow after, day on day, to collect our share.
We follow, through the time and tide that won’t wait for man or bird.
We follow and through wave and wind, our shrill cry can be heard.
There are men who trawl the land seeking a harvest there.
We follow, where we find them and we collect our share.
We follow as the seasons change and winter turns to spring.
We follow, to collect our share of the bounty that men bring.

First Footing

Marsh Marigold And A Robin
Marsh Marigold And A Robin

Lament (Part XVIIII)

If your Ice Age went away and didn’t tell you why,
someone must have said something to make it say goodbye.
It would leave the place tidy, scrapped nice and clean,
a little damp here and there perhaps, but not a trace of green.
As all that water drained away you’d just have one big bog.
Not much to write home about unless you’re a duck or a frog.
You really wouldn’t want to live in all that wet and cold,
unless of course you’re a King Cup, a Marsh Marigold.

Sunny Side Up

Brown And Green Hedges
Brown And Green Hedges

Lament (Part XVIII)

If you stand with your back to the morning sun,
better put your gloves on.
Your back to the east, facing west?
If you’re into brown, be my guest.

Stand looking east, feel the sun on your face,
that’s a much better place.
This time of year, green is the thing.
It’s Spring. It’s Spring!