In Memory of Dad
4:13 PM |

He was the anchor of my dreams,
He warmed my heart like sunlight beams,
He eased my sorrows with words soft and mild,
He was a true friend to a wandering child.

In times of distress he comforted me,
He wiped my tears, he took away my misery,
To me he was a shining knight,
A source of strength through a lonely night.

After twelve years of laughter he was taken away,
I cried, I pined for him many a day,
Now as I tread this path without him by my side,
His love and blessing will always be my guide.

So, dear dad, I need you to
help me live this life full of worth and value,
and when I meet you in heaven above,
we'll be together, forever, in a haven of love.


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The Olympic Runner
4:02 PM |

The sun beat down so hard it burnt his back,
His feet ate the dust as he ran the endless track,
The wind gave him wings and the miles flew by,
He was gunning for gold, for victory he’d die.

Critics had a field day when he entered the arena,
They could have knocked him down with a feather,
“Sideways you can’t see him through a 50-cent coin,
Bones on a cold carcass make up his manly loin.”

“His feet so long he will surely fall flat on his face,
Legs stretch down like two bamboo poles in place,
From the land of famine he gets not his daily bread,
If he wins, we’ll eat our hats,” in mockery they said.

As he touched the finish line, the crowd went wild,
Cheers heard across the land by every man and child,
His heartbeats so erratic they were beating out of time
If he could take a shot at his critics it’d be no crime.

Sweat streamed down, pooled like rivulets on the floor,
A warrior back from the battlefield, battered and sore,
Standing tall as a Brobdingnagian, the anthem sung
The joy so sweet, he could taste it on his tongue.

He was so tired he felt he could sleep for a year
The cynics struck dumb, had no cause to jeer,
‘A man in a million’ was the headlines that day
“Not a mere man but a giant in spirit,” they say.


(Hyperbole - figures of speech that are entirely exaggerated in order to make a point.)
Brobdingnagian – giants in Gulliver’s Travels.
The Lilliputians are short.



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Onomatopoeia in School?
3:45 PM |

Wardens whistle
rapping rules,
sniffling scholars
start school.

Plastic pops
students shushed,
teachers thwack
tables thud.

Time tick-tocks
bell brrings,
canteen clamour
coins clink.

Cups clatter,
crackers crunched,
saucers smashed
muffins munched

Boys burp
girls giggle,
grandfathers guffaw
children chuckle.

Squelchy shoes
squeaky sneakers,
sports-master snaps
mum mutters.

Bell buzzes
chairs crash,
pupils push
crowd-clash.

Horns honk,
chaotic clutter,
principal plonks
trainees titter.




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Animal Antics Alphabetically
3:42 PM |

Antelopes are amiable animals,
Buffaloes, bullish, butting boors,
Cougars creep craftily up crags,
Ducks dip delightfully in ditches.

Exotic eagles espy earthy eelworms,
Fierce falcons feast on fishes,
Goats greedily gobble green grass,
Hares hop happily near hedges.

Iguanas inhabit inhospitable islands,
Jaybirds jabber jauntily,
Kangaroos knee you with knockout kicks
Llamas lug large loads lithely.



Monkeys are munching, muttering mimickers,
Nightingales and nightjars, nocturnal nesters,
Oxen overloaded, overworked owsen
Parrots prettily parody persons.

Quixotic quails quiver quietly,
Robin red-breasts are restful roosters,
Stallions, stunning speeding steeds,
Tawny tigers are terrifying treaders.

Unique unicorns are unavailable now,
Vicious vultures are virtually vile,
Whales wallow in warm waters
Xeruses are xeric squirrels of Africa's wild.

Young yaks yare on mountains yonder
Zany zebras zip past zephyrs.



Animals are beautiful creatures of the earth
And humans be their kind masters.



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Soccer Fever
3:33 PM |


When God deigns to watch soccer
He sits on the fence,
While you clasp your palms in prayer
He looks askance.

The referee mouths his whistle
He rules the verdict on the field,
While the player, in despair, knows
To his card, he has to yield.

The spectators scream in frenzy,
And the fans ape their heroes
While the arena is ablaze
With a kaleidoscope of painted faces.

Cries of 'goal' fill the air,
It's a month of living soccer,
While the winners hold the Cup high,
The losers gasp in disbelief and horror.

Four years of waiting has to pass,
For soccer season to come round again,
While the players run and sweat
Both punter and bookie hope to make a gain.


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