Not absent - still here!
Keep Calm and Carry On Poeming. 😂
Expectant readers of this trifle you all should know
That last week my inventive juices refused to flow.
Dry as arid desert became my creative urge,
When anxiety and despair propelled me to purge
Countless excessive lines of excretory waffle
All truth lost in a mire of convoluted twaddle.
So Sunday ended thus, with much wine and on to bed,
But surely as sleep advanced there came into my head
A topic of exquisite subtlety and splendor
Embellished all with stunning imagery to render
Themes of piercing clarity and such shining brilliance
That none could deride its radiant magnificence.
However the urge to record this prize with a pen
Was diminished by exhaustion and moreover then
I clearly anticipated its power would bind
This jewel for perpetuity unto my mind.
Though ere the night had ended it became more than plain
A fog had now enveloped my dehydrated brain.
Oh woe; for come light of day it revealed my treasure
Resisted all retrieval and was lost forever.
I had no muse to inspire me, I was left to mourn;
For insight had not been nurtured – it was here stillborn.
Alcohol once relieved creative constipation
Now the block returned to thwart my imagination.
Forfeit was a potential Kubla Khan (oh the pain)
Mine, by the way, created on much lower octane.
Although intemperance had made its artistic mark,
Restraint for my health is advised and this I will hark.
Of Chateau Cardboard only two glasses I’ll imbibe.
No poetic insights will I manage to inscribe,
For this minimum cannot, will not manage to grow
A utilizable amount of poetic glow.
Alas it becomes evident I must give up the fight;
I am a bard retired, sober all through the night.
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Author:
Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Written many moons ago - a beginner - an attempt to find my style. An experiment, fun to write, but not something I wanted to pursue. The message is ‘Loss of Inspiration’ (the rest is flummery); that’s me, now. I will still be here – just not with much new stuff.
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And after a read of this enjoyable rhyming a bard you certainly were and are Dave - -- I know the feeling of night-inspiration when words float by sleepily and are forgotten the moment you sit up to record them - - - your natural wit gave me my first weekend chuckle for which I send many thanks. More of this please ?
Thanks so much Fay. I enjoyed this one at the time, so I decided to keep it because once all the rhubarb is cleared away the message is clear and even then I felt this might become relevant one day… And it has.
Two reasons: My tank is empty at the moment – I have lost inspiration (Hope it returns) AND I like it here – but MPS has become an obsession and takes up too much of my day and evening and night. Keeps my brain active, but my body is suffering. Not going anywhere but need to save my eyesight and legs at the very least.
I won’t put a red notice up yet , however am going to try to break the habit. Probably not good bye just ‘See ya later…’
Very well done, Dave.
Oh, how many poems have drifted by in that spot just between asleep and awake.
Thanks Jerry - too many of mine.
D.D.,
Your wonderfully written poem is very relatable. A very humorous and engaging read which I enjoyed very much.
Thank you for sharing.
Laura🌻
Thanks for that Laura. I hadn’t realized that my vaguely ironical asides in what was a completely over the top exercise would find favour with you….. OK – I was a little chuffed (Brit. Informal – V pleased).
I will away and attempt to put together some verse and then come back sometime. Got some true doggerel in mind about NYC’s Central park since I found you sitting there (Don’t hold your breath….)
Dave
Dave,
You’re most welcome.
I’m waiting for those doggerel verses. I’m not holding my breath…
anytime will do.😉
Laura🌻
Laura,
As promised, the deed is done.....
Dave
We’ll done. Much good that little green pocket bedside notebook is if the pen is all the way across the room on the dresser. Those two must never divorce. Entertaining and I can almost smell the alcohol on your breath 😂😂😂.
Thanks Gary. 'trouble is (as mentioned to Robert above) I'm so keyboard oriented now I can hardly write.....
We have all been there mate ... in fact, I'm there now ..
Great sense of humour displayed throughout .. ever thought of using ya dick ta phone tho' .. it saves on laundry bills........................ Neville 🙂
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