Oblique Thunking

On 20/05/2024 By Peter's ponderingIn creativity, Difference, fun, humour, Just because, nonsense, Poetry, Rapid rhyme, Silly slices of my mind, Smile time32 Comments

I thought a thunk

it went kerplunk

and fell onto the floor.

I picked it up

and supped a cup

then thought a little more.

This thought was bland,

quite out of hand,

of little consequence;

It had no bulk

and made me sulk

it really made no sense.

I often think

that there’s a kink

within my thinking works

it shows my mind

to be some kind

of prittle prattle quirks

Some say it’s really obvious,

as plain as day to see,

but really it is complicad

and that’s because it’s me!

Tread Carefully!

On 12/02/2024 By Peter's ponderingIn advice, animals, creativity, ducks, Fantasy, fun, humour, nonsense, Poetry, Silly slices of my mind, walks, wildlife59 Comments

Have you ever seen:

A flirty flamingo?

a dangerous duck?

a superman spider?

a mink in the muck?

a mouse up a mountain?

a toad in a tree?

then if you have not

come walking with me!

I talk to the trees

and wriggle with worms.

I tickle a toadstool

but stop if it squirms.

I’ll argue with ants,

debate with a deer,

and when greeting lions

I show them no fear.

I’ve ridden a hippo

and that’s hard to do.

Their hides are quite slippy

when covered with poo

I once met a cow

who told me a story.

I won’t tell it here,

It’s sleazy and gory.

So keep your eyes open

and watch where you tread.

If you step on a ‘gator

you may end up dead!

Being British

On 14/11/202313/11/2023 By Peter's ponderingIn Difference, Diversity, funny, Random fun43 Comments

Being British is all about:

Driving a German car

To an Irish themed pub

To drink Belgian beer

Then going home and buying an Indian takeaway

To sit on a Swedish sofa

In front of a Japanese television

To watch American shows

And all the while being suspicious of anything foreign!

Source Unknown

Looking out the window on the early morning bus to Dundee — Odds & Ends – Poetry Blog

On 25/02/202325/02/2023 By Peter's ponderingIn haiku, nature, Poetry, Re posts, Silly slices of my mind20 Comments

This lovely haiku from Britta elicited the following comment from me:

The final line triggered a ponder. Does every single person, at some time in their life, think they could reach out and touch the sun? That ponder gave birth to another. If we could arrange for every person on Earth to jump up and land at the same time would the Earth judder? I may be some time!

Here’s my response to the micro season of ‘Haze first covers the sky’ on Naturalist Weekly. You can find information about the micro season and haiku here: https://naturalistweekly.com/2023/02/24/micro-season-haze-first-covers-the-sky-2023/ A few days ago, I sat on the early bus to Dundee, looking out of the window, watching the sun rise in the morning haze. A beautiful […]
Looking out the window on the early morning bus to Dundee — Odds & Ends – Poetry Blog

I’ll drink to that

On 15/09/2022 By Peter's ponderingIn drink, fun, Poetry, Rapid rhyme, Silly slices of my mind38 Comments

There’s nothing sublimer than being a good rhymer

or even a modest success

But while writing verses there’s often some curses

that turn out quite hard to address

It’s sometimes a bind when searching to find

a word that rhymes nicely with pint

So be of good cheer and try not to sneer

when instead you are offered a litre!

A day in the life

On 31/08/202231/08/2022 By Peter's ponderingIn drink, food, health, humour, party, Poetry, Rapid rhyme, Silly slices of my mind52 Comments

Wake up fresh

Party party

Dodgy tummy

Farty farty

Gurgle gurgle

Drip drip

Fill the beaker

Sip sip

Pour the whisky

Splash splash

Drink too much

Dash dash

Feeling peckish

Eat eat

Choose a curry

Heat heat

Tummy upset

Pain pain

Run to loo

Again again

Go to bed

Snore snore

Wake up fresh

More more

Storm warning!

On 08/08/2022 By Peter's ponderingIn creativity, environment, global warming, nature, Nostalgia, Poetry, technology, The spoken word, weather40 Comments

Oh, for the good old days

of weather maps with stick on clouds,

and arrows showing wind;

magnetic rain that soon fell off

and even once a sign of gof!

Oh how it pleased me then.

A memory of stiff white men

warning of a gale again;

occasional showers, or hail, or snow,

some raindrops show where not to go.

We dared not treat the weather lightly,

that’s why they showed us all thrice nightly

But now it’s all computerised

with warnings lest we be surprised;

the moving jet streams rising high,

and scudding clouds across the sky.

Global warming, droughts, and flood,

the news is never, ever, good.

Yet still I watch and still enjoy,

just like the good old days again?

Less formal now, but nonetheless

dynamic, progressive, full of fun;

Just like they say our lives should be?

Oh, for the good old days!

Storm Warning

Report from TV Cream August 9 2009

Magnetic Weather Maps on the BBC

Those little clicky sticks concealed in the left hand have spoiled the nation’s weather forecasters. Oh, for those pre-1985 days when Bill Giles began the forecast with a little clutch of magnetized clouds, stuck a few over Scotland and removed others from just south of Daventry, before walking – yes, actually getting in some exercise – over to tomorrow’s map for further symbolic sleight of hand. Yes, sometimes they wouldn’t stick or they fell off or the word ‘GOF’ appeared over the Isle of Wight, but not that often. And there was always the delightfully weird sense that the whole thing was being done on the door of a gigantic fridge.

Why are we here?

On 16/07/202217/07/2022 By Peter's ponderingIn acrostic, creativity, discussion, philosophy, Poetry, Reflections, truth, Weekend Writing Prompt, Weekly prompts39 Comments

This is in response to Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt #268 where the given word is YEAR and the word count is 46.

Yet again, the eternal question that

Everyone probably asks at some time in their lives.

All we can say for sure is that we are here, and even that is debateable!

Ruminate all you wish but I bet you will still ask, Why Now? Y Ear?

Ode to a shed

On 13/07/2022 By Peter's ponderingIn death, Poetry, Rapid rhyme, Silly slices of my mind45 Comments

Oh shed, oh shed, oh manly shed

may I be buried there when dead

just pass the occasional cup of tea

a sweet eternal rest for me!

I found this very truncated “Ode to a shed” when ambling through some old files on my MacBook. I really must do it more often!

In My Bra – Not a sonnet #1

On 14/02/2022 By Peter's ponderingIn #Not a sonnet, creativity, Just because, Poetry, Silly slices of my mind38 Comments

This poem is very much like me, it doesn’t quite know what it is doing or where it is going. However, it managed to find an existence and then it went……………………!! (the title is mixed up, just like My Brain)

I am often amazed at the worms that I say

My brain loves to wurzel and woopsie each day

I know what I want and I will not delay

To say what I mean and mean what I say

I’m sure that you’ve done exactly the same

You’ve uttered some things you’d prefer not to name

You’ve blooked and you’ve kettered and even blasphemed

But all is forgiven, we know they weren’t meaned

What shall we do with the words left unspoken

Are they ignored were they only a token

What’s left to say if we haven’t a voice

Who gets to choose if there isn’t a choice