In the Bleak Midwinter (Terrible Poetry Competition)

In the Bleak Midwinter

 

 

It’s the bleak midwinter

cold winds are blowing

snow is falling, everyone

is miserable and frozen –

but not me

 

here in the southern hemisphere

it’s summer and I’m in short shorts

and a close fitting tank top

sitting out in the hot sun

getting tanned

 

and I think of you all up there

in the frozen north

cold and miserable

and I smile at the thought of you –

because I am an arsehole.

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #54. This weeks theme was The Bleak Midwinter.

 

In other news: I haven’t been online much lately. The WiFi where I live has been turned off as everyone is moving out (including myself once I find somewhere), and I’m relying on some free data my phone company has provided which will run out in a few days…. I’m praying that some kind-hearted soul might top my phone up before then, but my hopes aren’t high…

 

 

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©2020 Joanne Fisher

 

 

The Vampire’s Night Out – Terrible Poetry Competition

The Vampire’s Night Out

 

There once was a hungry vampire

of fresh blood he could never tire

one night from his dark castle he flew

looking for a fair maiden that was new

 

until through a bedroom window he did see

a slumbering maiden who looked a beauty

so he crept into the room to have a bite

lucky for him she obviously had an early night

 

she was motionless and lying fast asleep

so right up to her he did silently creep

his fangs chomped down on her exposed neck

only to find the skin was hard, and his teeth now a wreck!

 

She was only a mannequin left lying in the room

he quickly left, flying in shock back to his tomb.

That experience left him feeling so pitiful

without his fangs, he now gets blood bags from the hospital.

 

 

Joanne Fisher

 

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. This week the theme was Halloween, so I wrote one about a vampire…

 

 

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Tanka About Pumpkin Spice (Terrible Poetry Competition)

 

Tanka about Pumpkin Spice

 

Pumpkin Spice is nice

I’m told by people who drink

overpriced coffees

I’ve never tried it and won’t

I’m too judgmental of them

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Terrible Poetry Competition. This week it was to write a tanka (each line has syllables 5/7/5/7/7) about Pumpkin Spice.

 

Here’s an article about tanka.

 

Go on go on go on:

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©2019 Joanne Fisher

You’ve Really Got To Know Where Your Towel Is – Terrible Poetry Competition

You’ve Really Got To Know Where Your Towel Is

 

 

I use my towel for everything –

I dry myself with it, or wipe dirt off

sometimes I wear it as a short dress,

an improvised hat, or use it as a blanket

I even like to take it to sports events and

twirl it above my head in excitement

people say my towel is dirty, that it smells

but you don’t wash towels

do you?

when it gets damp I dry it outside

and then I wrap it around my head

Actually, they’re right

it does stink.

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Competition #42.

 

 

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Deja Vu – Terrible Poetry Competition

Beach Physical Simulation by Sally Im

Déjà Vu

 

It’s like I’ve been here before

all the beaches I’m at, all seem the same

they all have sand and rocks and water

and bathers slowly roasting themselves in the sun

and then there are the hotels –

all offering services and rooms that all

look the same no matter where you go

and all the people are the same too

I’m not actually saying they are literally all the same people

but that they are all the same types of people, that’s

what I’m getting at

I don’t mean to sound neurotic

but sometimes I wonder if I’m in a simulation

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Terrible Poetry Competition #39. The topic was vacations and as if you were writing a postcard to someone you know about the vacation you’re having.

 

I sometimes feel I’m unlearning years of craft in order to write these *sigh*

 

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©2019 Joanne Fisher

Blood Money – Terrible Poetry Competition

Blood Money

 

 

When I yet again start running out of money

To the blood bank I go to sell off my red honey

It’s a rare type so they’re always in need of some

If only I could produce more I wouldn’t have to be a bum

 

I even offered to sell my mucus dripping out of my nose

Or the copious earwax or what I find between my toes

Or any other of my bodily secretions I would quite happily sell

But they weren’t so interested in those as far as I could tell

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Weekly Terrible Poetry Competition #33. This week was  the theme of unusual ways to make money.

 

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Hamster Hamster (Terrible Poetry Competition)

 

Hamster Hamster

 

 

Hamster Hamster

What’s your political opinion?

Hamster Hamster

Do you want to run for office?

Hamster Hamster

Do you want everyone to be your minion?

Hamster Hamster

Or at this game are you a novice?

 

Hamster Hamster

Are you a socialist?

Hamster Hamster

Maybe you’re a conservative?

Hamster Hamster

Though you’re probably a fascist

Hamster Hamster

Big fascist hamster with no relative

 

Hamster Hamster

Are you going to put us all in concentration camps?

Hamster Hamster

Are you going to close all the borders?

Hamster Hamster

Are you going to make us just use lamps?

Hamster Hamster

Or are we all going to become hoarders?

 

Hamster Hamster

Are you going to make us build you a giant hamster wheel?

Hamster Hamster

Or maybe we will toil in factories making you hamster treats

Hamster Hamster

Is your running mate going to be a big grey seal?

Hamster Hamster

Or maybe we will all be unemployed wandering the streets

 

Hamster Hamster

There in your little hamster cage

Hamster Hamster

I’m not sure I ever want to let you out

Hamster Hamster

What you might do to us is hard to gauge

Hamster Hamster

So just sit there and pout

 

Joanne Fisher

 

This was written for Chelsea Owens’s Terrible Poetry Competition #26. The aim was to write a poem about small rodents’ opinions on political policies.

I did originally paste the poem in comments sections of Chelsea Owens’s post with no intentions of posting it on my blog, but I changed my mind.

I’m not sure if my last post was seen by that many people. It was my response to Sammi Cox’s prompt and you can view it here: Lost In Translation

 

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