Beach Bottle by Monty Edwards

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Beach Bottle

 

The bottle looked lost as it lay on the sand.

Perhaps it had fallen from somebody’s hand.

It seemed to be empty, but still had its lid

Whoever had dropped it must know that they did.

Or had it been lost from the deck of a boat,

With air trapped inside having helped it to float,

Until borne by the waves and washed up by the tide

It was left on the beach at the end of its ride?

 

Still, no one had claimed it. The bottle was mine!

It looked to have once held some cider or wine.

I bent down and grasped it, then held it up high

To check if inside it was thoroughly dry.

I found it not empty as first I had thought,

But rather, inside was a note of some sort!

I opened and read what was written within:

“Please take this old bottle and throw in the bin.”

 

Monty Edwards

 

Monty says: While working on this poem for the bottle prompt a second poem using a different approach to the same prompt was conceived.

Bubble Trouble by Monty Edwards

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Bubble Trouble

 

I’ll tell you the trouble with bubbles:

They burst like a punctured balloon

As they fall on a sharp piece of rubble,

Or they fail on their flight to the moon.

It’s useless to try to collect them.

They’re not like a coin or a stamp.

For the hand that you raise to protect them

You’ll soon find is feeling quite damp.

 

Yet bubbles, you’d better believe it,

Can actually be lots of fun.

You can catch them and snatch them

And quickly despatch them

Until you have burst every one.

You can chase them all over your garden.

You can watch them drift over a wall.

Though you run like a hare,

As they’re mostly just air,

When you search you’ll find nothing at all!

 

Monty Edwards

The Tortoise by Monty Edwards

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The Tortoise

 

The tortoise has a solid shell

And this protects it very well.

If frightened and it wants to hide

It tucks its head and legs inside.

Although its movement’s rather slow

It still gets where it wants to go.

Despite its most ungainly gait

You’d never say it’s running late!

 

Monty Edwards

Australia Day Fireworks by Monty Edwards

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Australia Day Fireworks

 

Explosions of colour burst out of blackness

In spattered circles of red and green

On the dark canvas of the heavens

 

Rockets streak skyward

Sending showers of silver stars

Above upturned faces

 

Children gaze open-mouthed

In awe and amazement

At the pyro technicians’ art.

 

Monty Edwards

Monty says: The explosions of bungers, jumping jacks and the humble Tom Thumb on “cracker night” in my childhood came immediately to mind with the prompt. Today’s fireworks are even more spectacular.

 

 

Wacky Words by Monty Edwards

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Wacky Words

 

Perhaps you thought a pillar was a man who swallowed pills,

Which had flavours like vanilla and were meant to cure his ills,

But no pillars will be sickly, for they’re strong and stout and tall.

They are there to hold the roof up and without them it would fall.

 

Perhaps you thought a meddler was a man who went to war

And then came back home with medals that he didn’t wear before,

But most meddlers are a nuisance, for they like to interfere,

So that when they finish meddling, then their victims give a cheer!

 

Perhaps you thought a pedlar would be one to ride a bike,

Pushing pedals from its saddle with no wish to drive or hike,

But while pedlars can be mobile, for they have their wares to sell,

They may spread their goods on pavement and walk to your door as well.

 

It’s true, some words we read in books can give the wrong idea,

But using helpful dictionaries can make their meanings clear.

Now no pillars, pedlars, meddlers, should be leaving you perplexed,

So I wonder what the word will be you’ll want to look up next!?

 

Monty Edwards

Monty says: “I wasn’t getting far with the picture, so began to look at the actual words “column” and “pillar” and thought how a child unfamiliar with their meaning might interpret them. In the process some other words that could be misunderstood came to me and I had the material for a light-hearted poem about our seemingly crazy language.”

Beating Eric’s Eating by Monty Edwards

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Beating Eric’s Eating

 

Young Eric was a little boy who really loved to eat.

In any eating contest he’d be very hard to beat.

His slender older sister wouldn’t ever be his match,

Nor did his bigger brother think that Eric he could catch.

And even Eric’s father, who was more than average size,

When watching Eric eating could not hide his great surprise,

For Eric’s plate was piled up high with food of every kind:

To see it quickly disappear just blew his father’s mind!

 

His mother’s face looked anxious as she eyed what Eric ate.

She thought: “If Eric keeps this up, he’ll put on too much weight.

I’ll feed him lots of Brussels sprouts and serve him tripe and brains.

That surely ought to put an end to any weight he gains!”

But Eric didn’t seem to mind; he just kept eating faster;

He hardly tasted what he ate. The plan was a disaster.

His father said: “This can’t go on. It’s got beyond a joke.

If Eric keeps his eating up, our family will go broke!”

 

They pondered for a moment, thinking what next they could do.

His older sister said that they should put him in a zoo!

“He’d only eat the animals”, replied his older brother.

“Enough of that! That’s most unkind!” responded Eric’s mother.

“We have to think of something that will make him want to stop,

Or else I’ll spend hours every day just going to the shop.”

His desperate Dad was thinking fast: “I think I know a way.

We’ll start to ration all the food we’re going to eat each day.”

 

“First, everyone will get a serve, all generous, but the same.

When anybody asks for more, then that will start the game.

You’ll have to buy the extra food you want put on your plate

And if you can’t produce the cash, food won’t eventuate.

Your pocket money or your purse could gain you new supplies,

But as your money disappears, you soon will realise

There’ll be no money left to buy the things you want far more

And only empty pockets will go with you to the store.”

 

His Dad knew well that Eric loved to spend his cash on sweets,

But money spent on extra food meant none for special treats!

It was a most unhappy lad who came to meals each day.

Instead of filling him with food, they filled him with dismay.

His appetite began to wane. He left scraps on the plate.

Before, with something left to eat, he wouldn’t hesitate.

The ration plan soon brought an end to Eric’s problem habit

And that is how his family stopped him eating like a rabbit.

 

Monty Edwards

Monty says: I decided on the theme of overeating and brainstormed words related to eating, along with words rhyming with these that had potential as part of a story poem about a boy who ate too much. After introducing the family in verse 1 and posing the problem in verse 2, finding a convincing way to resolve the problem slowed my progress considerably.

A Happiness Recipe by Monty Edwards

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A Happiness Recipe

 

If you want to be happy

As happy can be,

Try not to keep asking

“What’s in it for me?”

Enjoy what you have,

(Perhaps quite a lot)

And give far less thought

To what you have not.

 

Be happy you live,

Be happy you grow,

Be happy you learn

What many don’t know,

Be happy to help

A person in need,

Be happy you’re loved.

That’s happy indeed!

 Monty Edwards

Monty says: Like adults, children can look for happiness in the wrong places and become disappointed and disillusioned with life. My aim in the poem was to offer a simple recipe for a different outcome.

Star of Hope by Monty Edwards

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Star of Hope

 

Sparkle, sparkle, heav’nly gem,

Lead the wise to Bethlehem.

For their journey from afar,

You will be their guiding star.

Lead them onward to the west:

So they may be truly blessed,

As they offer gifts they bring

To the newborn infant King.

Star of hope: from heav’n a sign,

Lead them to the Child divine!

 
Monty Edwards

Monty says: I’d been trying on and off to produce a new Christmas poem since the “star” prompt (#35). Along came #49 “Christmas” and suddenly time was running out, but at last #50 “Sparkle” (cf.”twinkle”) got me going, with the above result.

Buccaneer Secrets by Monty Edwards

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Buccaneer Secrets

 

When Spanish ships were making trips

To trade and gather treasure,

Crews learned to fear the buccaneer,

Whose boldness knew no measure.

 

I should be clear, a buccaneer

Was tough and rough and ruthless

He’d climb aboard and use his sword

Or make his victims toothless.

 

Then, grabbing loot, he’d quickly scoot

Before someone could catch him.

He’d sail away to find more prey;

For daring, few could match him!

 

But now, today, I need to say

(Though sworn to keep it quiet):

He won’t attack if there’s a lack

Of fibre in his diet!

 

For I have heard, (it sounds absurd),

He craves a balanced meal,

Including beans and other greens

Before he’ll sail to steal.

 

Don’t think me wrong. I’ve heard the song

When buccaneers assemble.

They drop their ‘g’s, which does not please,

But these words make me tremble:

 

“Now bring your bunch of broccoli, boys

And throw it in the basin.

We’ll eat it raw and call for more

Then ships we’ll go a-chasin’!”

 

Monty Edwards

Monty says: I began by researching  buccaneers to introduce the poem, then made a first draft of their song about broccoli, which led to the thoughts about fibre and a balanced diet. The concluding verses had to be revised to accommodate the basin and justify the final rhyme.

Sharing the Secret by Monty Edwards

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Sharing the Secret

Psst. Listen to this, Sis!

I’m going to whisper in your ear,

Because I don’t want Dad to hear.

This secret’s just come straight from Mum:

She’s got a baby in her tum!

No one must know, but you and me

And Mum, of course, but just we three.

I said to Mum I wouldn’t tell,

So you must promise me as well,

Then when Dad hears the baby’s cries,

He’s going to get a huge surprise!

 

Monty Edwards

Monty says: Children find secrets so exciting, they do find it hard not to share them.