Huitain
Running
A person running up the hill
The river flows down deep below
His breath steams in the early chill
Then two others want to follow
Wait there to meet at the hollow
They can all roll down together
Shall we all meet again tomorrow?
We have these memories forever.
(c) Jan Humphreys
Octoplasmic
Octoplasmic lines for you now
You thought I couldn't get better, but
I will dissect my words anyhow
I can see you love whatever I put
'Tis all clean stuff for you - no smut
Lots of eightness, lots of greatness
No chance here of being in a rut
Onward, outward, with much finesse
(c) Robert Brandon
November the 5th
The fireman gave the signal
For Guy Fawkes to be ignited
Hoisted on chair, so classical
Chestnuts eaten as they roasted
The huge bonfire snapped and crackled
Children skipped and danced round the flames
They ate baked spuds that were cindered
Parents kept vigil on their games.
(c) Maggie Crouch
More than one Sunday
A November day of tribute
Paying homage, remembering
Peaked caps, berets, hands in salute
Veterans marching to bands playing
Then silence; no noise invading
Till guns fire and a bugle sounds
Commencement of, the wreath laying
Respecting the dead knows no bounds
(c) Jan Hedger
It's Pudsey!
Pledge your cash via Radio 2
Children in Need, on the tele
Phone donations from me and you
Bathe in custard, chuck a welly
Race to eat platefuls of jelly
Don a daft costume, sing and dance
High jinks in aid of charity
Giving our kids a fighting chance!
(c) Jan Hedger
TheFED MiniFest
How good it is to hear the words
Of people who don't often speak
Whose thoughts are very rarely heard
The ones who in the background creep
To find the star within the meek
Raise self-esteem with our applause
Cause confidence to grow and peak
And carry on our noble cause.
(c) Ashley Jordan
Huitain
Look there, behold a lovely girl
I hope she will come over here
Maybe we will twirl and whirl
And hold each other oh so near
Gliding gracefully on the pier
My beloved sweetheart and me
Shall dance forever without a tear
Two become one, from me to we
(c) Antony May
Remember, remember
Dancing lights sparkle in the black
Making patterns of pure white light
Keep well away from Jumping Jack
Rockets fly in projected flight
Catherine spins with all her might
Roman Candles burn orange flame
Symbols of a November nightt
Celebrating in Guy Fawkes name
(c) Jan Hedger
Soldiers of the Popular Army
Defeated, shattered, broken, worn
Fleeing fast from mass persecution
From ravaged land where they were born
Fearful of death by retribution
A Nationalist execution
Into hiding in neutral France
Depleted of ammunition
Captives; in the German advance
(c) Jan Hedger