Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)

The Fabric of Life: An Observation

Posted on April 27, 2020 by crispina kemp

The fabric of life of late has frayed Lost is the self-edge that should waylay it Warped and teased with covert intent to unravel According to those who conspiracies see No longer a cloth to support the living Now more … Continue reading →

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CCC76: Marjorie Dore

Posted on April 23, 2020 by crispina kemp

Marjorie Dore crouched in front of the tree Marjorie Dore cocked her head the better to see. Mama told me fairies live here Mama said I had to beware Are you listening, fairies? Do you hear? Then best you take … Continue reading →

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CCC75: A Lively Lass

Posted on April 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

Named for a lively local lass Notable, her wide-bottomed windlass Plenty of gumption, topped with brass Hands always occupied, holding a glass The mayor at the festival named her first class Come one, come all, no need of a boarding … Continue reading →

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Bob the Footpad

Posted on April 13, 2020 by crispina kemp

Bob the Nomad Became a footpad Ventured far for he hadn’t a home Alas, poor Bob, forever to roam Bob the Nomad They claimed him a rough cad A ruffler of skirts, a wild cat hadn’t a backbone Such behaviour … Continue reading →

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CCC73: In a Dell

Posted on April 2, 2020 by crispina kemp

beside a stream, within dream beside a track, that fell from a back in a dell, fed by a green well in a cot, that no hands got covered and buried, by a shrub darkly berried guarded and railed, by … Continue reading →

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CCC72: Who Pulled the Plug?

Posted on March 26, 2020 by crispina kemp

The water all has gone away Glistening sand now fills the bay What has happened, you may ask (Though muffled behind your medical mask) No mystery here, no invading bugs Just the wretched giants have pulled the plugs!

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Viral infection

Posted on March 23, 2020 by crispina kemp

Thoughts disjointed leaves me bemused… Decisions not possible. Why? Virus infecting the brain… mind thoroughly muddled 16 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Muddle

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Through Sleep’s Fragile Film

Posted on March 16, 2020 by crispina kemp

In her bed yet in her head In her sleep, no place to keep Creeping through sleep’s fragile film In a dream, through veils unseen Into a world that is not ours Where five minutes lived might yet be hours … Continue reading →

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CCC70: Nelly and Sid

Posted on March 12, 2020 by crispina kemp

Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint, Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint. They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of … Continue reading →

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Who But a Human

Posted on March 9, 2020 by crispina kemp

Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading →

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