WAR BIRD
Do re mi fa so la ti—like the notes in a song on a stave
War birds align,
in a rank of the brave,
ready for a signal,
a message,
a sign
Most valiant pigeons of two world wars
Airforce combatants in battle scar tours
Intelligence carriers throughout the day and the night,
through bullet-hail, bomb blasted barriers—they soar to the fight
Along, long miles of dysentery-ridden trenches
Over troops who line up for names on brass plaque benches
In dark smoke-filled skies, dodging, defying—flying into Hell
Through blinding attack, shrapnel, smoke, shell,
and enemy fire
They fly fast and determined—
And
Close to the wire
Lesley Scoble, June 2023
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I title my first ever elfchen poem WEDDING. An elfchen poem does not require a title. It is a minimalist, concise expression of an idea or emotion within a structure of a simple eleven words. Please view more on my blog here: https://bit.ly/3O964pF
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There once was an orange fox so sly
Who barked like a dog to the sky,
On the rooftop he stood,
Where the chimneys were good,
And confused all the neighbours nearby
L.S.
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THERE WAS A FINE LADY FROM SPAIN: a limerick
There was a fine young Lady from Spain,
Who was ‘muy grandiosa’ and vain,
She didn’t like her facet,
And wanted to replace it,
with another countenance less plain.
Lesley Scoble April, 2023
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THE SUN ABANDONS LONDON: a pantoum poem
Where’s the London sun gone? Where’s it set?
Why did it abandon us? Where’d it go?
The rain is falling, the streets are wet.
It has rained all day, y’know.
Why did it abandon us? Where’d it go?
Where’s my umbrella? Drat! I left it on the bus.
It has rained all day, y’know.
Please, good fellow!—have you a brolly I can use?
Where’s my umbrella? Drat! I left it on the bus.
The weeping sky pours a deluge down upon my head
Please, good fellow!—have you a brolly I can use?
Sorry, I’ve only got my sodden hat, he said.
The weeping sky pours a deluge down upon my head
I’m getting soaked, I say. Drat! I left my brolly on a train.
Sorry, I’ve only got my sodden hat, he said.
He turns away. And I am abandoned to the rain.
Lesley Scoble, March, 2023
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It’s World Oceans Day - Please look after our oceans #worldoceansday #30dayswild #thesea #sea #ocean #naturephotography #naturephotography (at The Beach. Normans Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/CmOp_2dqL2B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I made my Sterling silver ring of a fox by first carving the fox in wax. It was then cast into 925 Sterling Silver. Finished, filed and polished at my jewellery making bench.
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Andrew silhouetted ahead of me on a sunset walk beside a stormy sea. #normansbay #wild #stormy #sunset #sea #stormysea #naturephotography #nature (at The Beach. Normans Bay) https://www.instagram.com/p/Ck_aSZwKixD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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THE EYE OF THE KALAMATRIX
The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.
Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.
That is all it took to make me scared and run to hide, to flee!
To tell the truth, it was no joke!
Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.
The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog
To tell the truth, it was no joke!
In fear of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.
The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog
That is all it took to make me scared and flee!
Fearful of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.
The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.
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Humanity has finally found a way to communicate with crabs, we realize they're smarter than us. Now that they know we know, what are they going to do? Side-line us.
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THE EYE OF THE KALAMATRIX
The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.
Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.
That is all it took to make me scared and run to hide, to flee!
To tell the truth, it was no joke!
Its nostrils flared, exhaling a fulminate breath of fuming fire and sulphury smoke.
The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog
To tell the truth, it was no joke!
In fear of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.
The fearsome bestial eye glowed in the fiery fog
That is all it took to make me scared and flee!
Fearful of certain death, I fled from hence at a jog.
The eye of the Kalamatrix opened wide and stared at me.
Lesley Scoble September 2022
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