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4 little ditties by Colin Fiat

9/8/2009

Butter Bowl Mess
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Eating the butter right out of the bowl,
Using a chop stick no less!
Why is it children can never be told,
To stop making a damn awful mess?

The Pit
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Red hot flames and seething coals,
With screaming wails and keening bells,
Resound the cries of all damned souls,
In deep dark shafts of pitch black hells.

Humble Pie
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Money I have and want to buy,
But ladies at the cake shop sigh,
"Sorry sir, but I must deny,
For we can't sell you humble pie."

Timber Toed
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All the independent witnesses,
Were requested to come forward;
And validate the consequences,
Of being clumsy and awkward.

Colin Fiat.

Your Housing Application Failed by Colin Fiat

9/7/2009

We thank you for submitting your claim,
But you failed in so many ways.
By not providing us with a name,
Your application will suffer delays.

Gender questions regarding your sex,
Can not really be answered, “yes please.”
And after doing some routine checks,
It appears that pets can’t be fleas.

The date you gave for your date of birth,
Can not be eighteen seventy four;
I have some advice, for what it’s worth,
You should not be alive any more.

For current address you wrote, “The Moon,”
This is out of our jurisdiction.
No one can live there, not very soon,
It’s not fit for colonization.

The telephone number recorded,
Is the same as the one that we use;
This claims progress can’t be reported,
Because there are no obvious clues.

Your claim will be kept in our records;
Awaiting a committee review.
While all efforts will be made towards
Attempting to identify you.

Colin fiat.

We Are The Poetic by Colin Fiat

9/6/2009

Solitude seeking, our personal need;
Anticipating - an intellect freed.
Modestly claiming a right to be heard,
Investigating the power of word.

Requesting nothing, but goodwill and cheers,
Communicating with like minded peers.
Poetic language: it flows through our veins,
Intoxicating but focus remains.

Helplessly thinking in meter and rhyme,
Encapsulating a musical mind.
Inventing phrases that do not exist,
Gratification! But it has a twist.

Confusing language, it must not be used,
Recalibrating, the little words fused,
Commonly speaking in public a must,
Articulating the language of trust.

Gathering poets both distant and near,
Insincerity does not exist here.
Equally sharing our words and our wit,
Invigorating; a place we all fit.

Colin Fiat.

collecting rituals by Colin Fiat

9/5/2009

Poseidon was a bulbous type
He ambled without care
Emboldened by the callous hype
With ego stroking flair

Empowered by a magic curse
To subject willful foes
Distilling them with nothing worse
Than yellow fearful woes

Compounded with a gypsy rant
And ancient limerick lore
Confronted by a tribal chant
He beckoned for one more

Disgusted by the jungle hex
Its mojo lacking zeal
Bethinking of his object next
A zombie from Brasil?

Colin Fiat.

Little Funnies by Colin Fiat

9/30/2009

Running Willy Nilly
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I run around in summer breeze,
And find I can be so at ease,
To do a jig and little dance,
And not wear any underpants.

Today’s Menu
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…Then for desert I had a banana split,
Covered in cream and lots of syrupy shit,
Mulberry tarts, cake and a pineapple frit,
Did you guess yet, that I’m a bottomless pit?

Picky Gallery Holdup
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Surrender unto me,
That which I want mine,
No, not Jackson Pollock!
All other ones are fine.

Farmer’s Gardening
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When leaving his victim for dead,
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said.
“If you somehow survive,”
“I’ve got a surprise,”
“I’ll try dynamiting instead.”

The Horse
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A horse walks into a bar,
Depressed at loosing his race,
Then someone calls from afar,
“Hey mate, what’s with the long face?”

An Irish Pub
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An Irishman runs to the bar,
And starts to vigorously shout,
“Hey, I’ve locked my key in my car,
“And can’t get my family out.”

The Rescue
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Each one wish the genie did grant,
They were a blond, brunet and black.
“Home, home, home…” was the dark heads chant,
Now lonely the blond wished them back

Colin Fiat

Also Spake Xerxes Unto The 300 by Colin Fiat

9/27/2009

You will find,
That I’m a god who’s kind,
And all I ask is that you kneel.

You can sit down,
Or walk around,
But it does not have the same feel.

Colin Fiat.

The Little Things You Can't Ignore by Colin Fiat

9/27/2009

There on my screen I see some dirt:
A smudge, some marks, and smears.
I tried to clean them with my shirt;
One sticky bit adheres.

The corner of my eye does catch,
The speck, the spot, the stain.
But if I pick it will it scratch?
A scrape and score remain?

I wiped it with a cleaning cloth;
This dust, this muck, this grime.
But the damn thing will not come off!
It’s bound in bond to bind.

I clicked the mouse to scroll the text,
In web and site of mail.
The dot it moved! I am perplexed:
A glitch, a fault, a fail...

Colin Fiat.

Shallow by Colin Fiat

9/27/2009

Now if I sought to seek explain
Of how my life has been in vain
I would think of my thoughts in mind
And look inside until I find
Why my past is horribly plain

What have I left to leave behind
No monuments of any kind
No mark or brand that bares my name
Nor anything that feels the same
As autographed novels are signed

No ruling king was I to reign
But how could I accept such blame
Without a link or tie to bind
I cannot link my family line
To play the historical game

Not boss, mayor or minister prime
Movie star or master of crime
I have a car, a house and plane
Can this be all that will remain
When I reach the end of my time

I bitch and gripe and do complain
As it is driving me insane
That no bright light on me did shine
To place my wife and kids in line
To honor my fortune and fame.

Colin Fiat.

The Kitten And The Curtain by Colin Fiat

9/26/2009

In an attempt to explain the purpose of another poem, Achievement 1969, I wanted to show that the framework of the poem was not to blame for harsh scientific nature but it was, in fact, the choice of words. As an example, I wrote another quick poem using the exact same technique with softer words. The end result was actually worthy of being called a poem in its own right.

The Kitten And The Curtain
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That my silky purple curtain
Maintains flutter without burden
And a path no longer certain in a random breeze offshore
Is a notion beyond fathom
For felines who leap with spasm
When they chase a ghostly phantom in a manner I adore

Soft and simple satisfaction
In this animals attraction
To a movement with an action built on mother natures law
Gives me want for interaction
So I kneel and share distraction
At the kittens own reaction but am scratched by its sharp claw

Colin Fiat.

Considerations by Colin Fiat

9/26/2009

His dispassionate plea for forgiveness
Rumbled around in the magistrates mind
An intolerably sad existence
Even one such of despicable kind

While preparing to read out the sentence
That would proclaim the man jailed for life
He wished to put aside all the pretence
Kill the animal himself with a knife

But his position comes with sworn duty
As peoples advocate he must entrust
No matter the courts own futility
His decisions be considered and just

So the magistrate reentered his court
As all the people through custom did rise
He could see by their faces they all thought
Death penalty this criminal’s demise

Colin Fiat.

Accidentally by Colin Fiat

9/25/2009

Yes indeedy do I did,
Lick the icecream from the lid.
Please now issue -
Me a tissue,
And excuse me - I’m a kid.

Rolly polley in the sand,
Mud all over foot to hand.
Take a short cut -
To the toilet,
You can clean up where I stand.

Upsidaisy on the floor,
Spill my drink again once more.
If I fess up -
To this mess up,
You'll get upset like before.

Owie yowie on my bum,
Punishment for all I’ve done.
Now you order -
“Time out corner!”
I'm still gonna love you mum.

Colin Fiat.

Achievement 1969 by Colin Fiat

9/25/2009

Outer space is like the ocean,
And to man a poison potion,
That can slow the forward motion of a craft we call a ship.
Due to power of emotion,
And the depth of our devotion,
We can build upon the notion to embark upon a trip.

Our commendable defiance,
Ended gravities compliance,
As we forge a new alliance in humanity to show;
With release from our reliance,
On the earth by simple science,
We can use our new appliance of technology to grow.

This activities distraction,
Has brought positive reaction,
And a global satisfaction in what science can achieve.
But a minor vocal faction,
Is complaining of retraction,
In the funding for new action against illness and disease.

Colin Fiat.

duplication by Colin Fiat

9/21/2009

Was I right to write on the right
Or should I have left it on the left?

I was not aware of the ware and tear
On what I wear and where.

They’re over there eating their pair of pears
Without a care they stare at the stair
And cough up enough dough in the trough

No, I didn’t know which witch was which
So let me cite how bad was my sight at the site

The glue set on my dinner set as the sun set
And I set it down at the set time
And set a new record in rhyme?

Colin Fiat.

Bears (edit) by Colin Fiat

9/21/2009

I wasn’t aware of the wear and tear
that my hair could bare at the fair
So I gave my hair to the bear that was there
Cos I care that the bear was bare

But it wasn’t fair to share my hair
Cos the lair had a pair of bears
I’ll tear my hair when next I’m there
And share my care for the bears

Don’t you dare said the mayor of the fair
Share your hair with the bear
We charge a fare for a stare at a bear
And care for the bears from there

I sat on a chair at the bald bear fair
And watched the bear try wear my hair
But the hair was fair which scared the bear
And I glared at the bear as he tore my hair

The mayor of the fair he saw my glare
And charged me a fare to stare and glare
I lost my hair to a scared bald bear
And now don’t care for bare fair bears.

Colin Fiat.

Creation by Colin Fiat

9/20/2009

Since the big bang of creation,
That formed all the stars we can see;
The suns have all been in motion,
That’s the only way it could be.

Dust clouds attracted together,
To form a big hot ball of gas,
That ignited under pressure,
When it reached a critical mass.

The spinning of the explosion,
Made a disk of solar debris,
That formed a lumpy collection,
Of planets the sun won’t let free.

Thousands of distant galaxies,
Have a million twins of our sun,
And worlds with perfect properties,
Where life has already begun.

There is a major division,
Between the peoples of this Earth,
Of those that value religion,
And those who know what science is worth.

Truth could not be more obvious,
If poked in the eye with a rod,
The universe is oblivious,
To the whims of a fictional god.

COLIN FIAT!

4 quick limericks by Colin Fiat

9/20/2009

An Irishman lost in Calcutta
Had found himself down in the gutter
And the people did stare
He was totally bear
Considered to be just a nutter

An old samurai from Osaka
Was so fond of Bach’s fugue toccata
On a diet of beans
He discovered the means
To be the best musical farter

A god from the dawn of creation
Had failed to plan her vacation
When she landed on mars
In her knickers and bras
She found there was no fornication

A Ferengi on Beta-Z prime
Chased Lwaxana Troi all the time
He thought he could court her
The present he brought her
Was a bottle of Klingon blood wine

Colin Fiat

Minors Awe by Colin Fiat

9/2/2009

Since there are no categories pertaining to ‘mining’ nor a specific subcategory of ‘double entendre’, I chose Double Ethere with the view it is misspelled as I have also, purposely, misspelled this poems title. C.F.

Minors Awe

They took their time to feel around
Within the bedrock hall
Circling now the central mound
Feeling the mossy wall

The shaft was long and it bore deep
Into the golden seam
Two minors trod a lover’s leap
Where they had never been

Now moving fast their breathless pants
Were echoed through the hall
They came across the ore by chance
The richest of them all

Wealthy beyond their wildest dreams
They should not tell a soul
For they do not know what it means
Their knowledge as a whole

Colin Fiat.

McGurkin by Colin Fiat

9/19/2009

Kalgoorlies town drunk named McGurkin,
Had problems with fartin’ and burpin’,
He could never abide,
A tea totaling bride,
His stink made him spinster for certain.

Colin Fiat.

While it is considered that the true limerick should be obscene, I have made this one merely bawdy due to the age range of site members.

A limerick formally introduces a person and a location in the first line, with the location setting the rhyme scheme. However, I have reversed this tradition and hope my modernization will not be ridiculed by purists.

It should also be noted that a true limerick must adhere to strict formatting guidelines. AABBA is the only rhyming scheme; with a syllable pattern of 8 or 9 for lines 1, 2 and 5 and 5 or 6 syllables for the 3rd and 4th lines.

Additionally, a traditional limerick is written in anapaestic trimeter, as this one is, although the first two lines can also be recited with an amphibrachic metric foot due to sloppy word choice arising from the specific location and the persons name; both factual.

Yesteryears Clouds by Colin Fiat

9/17/2009

I had a long visit from a nice tall young man,
He brought me some flowers and then asked how I am.
We talked for a minute, while I looked at his face,
Or maybe some hours; time goes by fast in this place.

I tried hard to recall if I’d known him before,
Sometime back in my youth, but I just was not sure.
If I’d know him at all, he should give me a sign,
I’m too long in the tooth for playing games of this kind.

As we talked a bit more, of friends lost through the year,
I had a strong feeling, and my mind became clear.
It’s my James from before! From when I was his wife,
And then I was reeling, as I remembered my life.

He said, “Dads is not here, try remember me mum,”
“You both named me Richard; I’m your second born son.”
I saw a small tear, in the eye of this man,
Who brought me some flowers, and then asked how I am.

Colin Fiat.

Holding Onto Misgivings by Colin Fiat

9/17/2009

You want to share my bed
Go on right ahead
But I’m not going to go to sleep tonight

I’m forced to stay awake
Think of my mistake
And wish that I could be with her again

I see her in my mind
Feel her from behind
But then I look and see that it is you

How did it come to be
You are here with me
I wish it was the other way around

I cannot turn back time
To prevent the crime
So this is how my life will be for now

She saved you from your death
Gave up her last breath
But you are all that’s left of her for me

Colin Fiat
June 2007