Mingling

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I really love to party, to drink, to dance, have fun,

It’s the people I cant tolerate, all things said and done.

They always want to teach you, to do your thing their way.

They always think they’re better, and they’re not afraid to say.

My daddy is a banker, they have the first letter wrong,

My father’s in the army, do you want to see his gong?

It’s then I’m at a loss for words, I don’t know what to utter,

And when I do, it comes out wrong and I begin to stutter.

Well, my old man’s a dustman, I only say it to be funny.

Which makes me appear less to you, cos he hasn’t any money.

My mother though, she knows the law, she’s a barrister.

But actually, she makes the coffee, as a Starbucks barista.

So, in this world, this snobbish hell, where money does the talking.

I go to all the posh old do’s, to do a bit of stalking.

They’ve got degrees in useless stuff, things that aren’t too smart.

Philosophy and media, or history of art,

But what these toffs, they do not know, the thing that defines me,

I studied medicine and psychiatry, got me a PhD.

For all their airs and graces and looking down their nose.

I’m not quite the underdog, not like they would suppose.

So, I mingle as I party, whilst taking careful notes,

And later, when they’re on my couch, relate their anecdotes.

©Joseph R Mason

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Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Mingle – May 27, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

Magic – A Nonet Poem.

Nonet:
A nonet has nine lines. The first line has nine syllables, the second line eight syllables, the third line seven syllables, etc… until line nine finishes with one syllable. It can be on any subject and rhyming is optional.

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Magic hung in the air that dark night,

To spill out over the night sky.

Rummaging in crevasses,

Wait for someone to die.

To raise them up again.

That they might not lie

In cold slumber.

Immortal?

Or die

Twice?

©Joseph R Mason 2021

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Eugi’s Causerie Weekly Prompt – Magic – May 20, 2021 – Eugi’s Causerie (amanpan.com)

From Another Viewpoint

Your viewpoint or my point of view?

Ambling, rambling, almost gambling.

Alliterations flow.

But still, I do not know.

I never have and never will.

But then I hear you say,

You know the drill.

What drill?

What thrill?

What bitter pill?

Resonances flow you know.

And so it goes, or blows, or glows, who knows?

I don’t understand.

Totally underhand.

It’s yours for under a grand.

The farmer says,

“Get off my land,,

You and your band,

You’re Banned!”

Assonances.

Resonances.

Alliterations flow.

Absolutely always avoid annoying alliterations.

That’s my point of view.

It doesn’t rhyme,

It don’t keep time,

The timbres right off key.

Grammar’s lousy too, but that’s just me!

©Joseph R. Mason 2021

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Wolf Moon

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Did you see the wolf moon rise?

Dazzling watchers of the winter skies.

Did you feel your blood turn chill?

As a full moon rose over snow-capped hill.

Did you hear the howling in the night?

A blood curdling scream to give a fright.

Did you hear that panting like a pack of dogs?

Or wolves, or demons, or perhaps, hedgehogs.

Your imagination just runs wild.

As the fears return you had as a child.

“Get a grip,” you say out loud.

As the wolf moon dips behind a cloud.

No such thing as werewolves, that rip you limb from bowel.

I always get this feeling as I howl, howl, howwwwwllllll!

© Joseph R. Mason 2021

29th January 2021

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Dawning

© Richard j. Kirk 2019

A new day is dawning.

A new era is upon us.

A new world has begun.

Clichés each and every one.

Irrelevant all.

Pointless.

Demeaning to the ears.

Sayings which should be evicted.

Vanished.

Expunged.

Erased from all literature.

Cut from the tongues that speak it.

Then.

Dipping quill into crimson mixed with spittle.

We will compose afresh.

Then will arise a new patois.

Acrolect and basilect

Sociolinguistic labels

The upper and lower boundaries

The dawning of a new age.

© Joseph R. Mason 2021

29th January 2021

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Gwawdodyn: Belief

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Desperation aids faith through beliefMystical hope can welcome reliefBut suffering sin, is an act withinNothing but time helps release the grief Quatrain form with an ab rhyme scheme.The gwawdodyn is a Welsh poetic form with a of couple variations. However, both versions are comprised of quatrains (4-line stanzas) that have a 9/9/10/9 syllable pattern and […]

Gwawdodyn: Belief

Christmas – What’s it all about.

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Christmas,

It’s all about the children,

It’s all about parties and fun.

It’s turkey and crackers and vino,

And a nice little glass of Blue Nun.

There’s Santa, there’s Rudolf and Blitzen

Mince pie, some milk, and a carrot.

Left out on the Christmas evening,

Hoping Santa will not leave us rot.

There’s presents, there’s pudding and cake,

Chocolates and socks by the ton

And a perfume that smells slightly dodgy.

But no mention of God’s Holy One.

But stop, yes stop, let’s think this through

Is it really ‘bout just having fun?

Is this really how God had designed it?

To honour the birth of his son?

The angels they sung out their glad tidings

Not expecting this this season to fade

Into seasons without any meaning

With Jesus just left where he laid.

So, let us remember this Christmas

Whilst let us not spoil any fun.

It’s not about all of the children

It’s really about just the one.

© joseph r mason 2020

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Little Book of Pomes

This short anthology of poems, (yes I can spell), have all been written between April 2018 and November 2020. They are a diverse collection, some rhyme, some don’t. There is no common theme except randomness.

Many are inspired by a fellow poet Franci Eugenia Hoffman who regularly publishes a “prompt” on her site, some by travel, others by mood or situation. Poetry helps me think. I am also an author and my debut novel is on Amazon. Thomas, Wizard’s Son.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B08P3YMDGL/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_aDyVFbVM5MDM2

All the earth we bow to You

A Song of Praise, loosely based on Psalm 66.

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Oh Holy Spirit come today,

We in repentance bow.

Revival bless and come we pray

It’s what our land needs now.

All the earth we bow to You,

How awesome are Your deeds?

All the earth bow down to You,

Supplier of our needs.

Shout with joy to God all earth,

Sing glory to His name.

He rules forever by His power

Forever He’s the same.

(Yes), All the earth we bow to You,

How awesome are Your deeds?

All the earth bow down to You,

Supplier of our needs.

So come and listen all who fear,

Let’s tell of what He’s done.

He has heard my every prayer,

His praise is on my tongue.

(Yes), All the earth we bow to You,

How awesome are Your deeds?

All the earth bow down to You,

Supplier of our needs.

Praise be to God who is on high,

He heard my voice in prayer.

He won’t withhold His love from me,

Rescue me from satans snare.

(Yes), All the earth we bow to You,

How awesome are Your deeds?

All the earth bow down to You,

Supplier of our needs.

So, shout with joy to God all earth,

Sing glory to His name.

He rules forever by His power

Forever He’s the same.

(Yes), All the earth we bow to You,

How awesome are Your deeds?

All the earth bow down to You,

Supplier of our needs.

©joseph r mason 2020

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