In only just over 8+ years of my poetry involvements I have been quite prolific and have written over 500 poems, had ten books published, (listed at end), been a multi-credited, competitions and awards winning poet, with my poems read out, some by me, on BBC Radio, National Radio that broadcasts internationally, and several other local radio stations too.
Many of my poems have been published, with articles, in The Daily Mirror & Daily Mail, and magazines etc, alongside lots of my poetry reading events I can be hired for. All of this promotes, and donates from my books sales, to the charity Help for Heroes that cares for our wounded service personnel.
Phew, so that is one bit of fishing out of the way, but lol more is to come, but before that, and as of my last Blog promise, (ok King Henry?), here is a Ted & Beth poem about fishing! Good a?….
Ted and Beth’s Fishing Trip
Ted decided that he would go fishing
As his plan to sail a boat had failed,
Because he and Beth had got worried
And as the tide was out hadn’t sailed.
So now Ted is taking a reluctant Beth
To go and hopefully catch some fish,
But Beth isn’t too enthralled with the idea
As it’s not exactly what she would wish,
Spending time on a cold, wet river bank
While an enthusiastic Ted casts out his line.
For as usual he is all confident and sure,
But Beth’s mood is not too sublime.
Especially when Ted give an angry shout
As he gets his line caught up in a tree,
Because although he brags and swaggers
It so often goes very wrong you’ll see,
For now he can’t free his his tangled line
However hard he pulls at it and tugs.
So he is angrily forced to give it up
Muttering teddy words as he shrugs.
So Beth says its best that they go home
But Ted won’t hear of any such wish,
Saying he has got many other fishing lines
And will not go until catching some fish,
So the determined, cross look on his face
Fills our Beth with frustration and worry,
As she knows he might now stay all night
If he doesn’t get a fish catching flurry.
Now unusually for them they start to argue
And Beth’s patience is getting much shorter,
Until with an anguished and startled shout
Ted slips and falls into the muddy water,
Initially sending Beth into laughing hysterics
Seeing him soaking wet, with an angry frown,
But then her laughter turns into worried fear
As she panics her Ted could drown!
But Beth’s helping paw aids Ted to get out
Although a much sadder and wiser bear,
Who is learning another painful lesson
About cockiness and him taking more care.
So unhappily our bears traipse off home
With Ted still in quite a little teddy strop,
But Beth knows just how to cheer him up
And buys fish and chips from a shop!
Ted & Beth fishing from my 9th book then, but what am I doing to fish more? Well apart from publishing two books in about a month, I am promoting my Humour Only book, “Laurie’s Bundle of Poetic Humour”, getting mentioned on BBC Radio Sussex & Surrey, and reading my poems out, announced on Magic FM, looking at venues and new opportunities with some probable “big one’s in January, so a reasonable bit, but also some I am keeping to myself as lol “even fish have ears”, so I want fish cakes and not Eccles cakes at the moment.
Now follows the start of a poem from book nine, where maybe you might fish for a choice in……
Romance, Love or Lust?
A romance, love or even lust
Could really all mean the same,
But some aren’t comfortable with this
So prefer to call it a softer name.
Now exactly what that would be
Depends on them or more their mood,
Because if too raunchy emotions felt
Could maybe make them sound rude.
For society likes to condemn others
On what they say and what they do,
Perhaps due to some jealousy felt ,
Which couldn’t possibly be you?
For nobody likes to be left out
If others are having so much fun,
Especially a very lively sexual kind
They are losing and you have won.
My bit of a tease there, but it can all be revealed (?) in my ninth book, and of course like many things in life it comes down to only you, so from Book six =
Most of the successful people you meet
Won’t have let grass grow beneath their feet.
But it’s not all about making money,
More of creating your world that’s sunny
And makes you smile across your ways,
And grin back at whatever days
Don’t sit well or rest with others,
For the fact is we’re not all brothers.
So get up and get your ideas on
For tomorrow they could all be gone,
And disappeared down the slippery slope
Leaving you frustrated without hope
That you can ever move yourself,
To gain prosperity and wealth.
But do not worry too much on this
For money is not the only bliss.
Now cast around this world of ours
Where a negative thought always devours,
But if you have your health and brain
There is little that can restrain
You from doing what you will,
Ensuring happiness soon must fulfil
Your heart and all you do,
For there’s no point in being blue.
So to just finish and be very exact
It all comes down to a simple fact.
And in this there’s no need for debate
That you can a success create.
Happy fishing is all that I can add to that, unless its romance, love or lust you are baiting your rod for, and if successful you will be like the cat who got the cream, or perhaps a very large saucer of milk?
JOKE TIME :-
- I discovered that average things are made in the satisfactory
- The orange stopped very suddenly as ran out of petrol, or should that be juice?
- Sheep now get their hair cut at the Baa, baa shop.
- I tried to back my car up, but my computer kept rejecting it.
It’s so easy to sit and dream
Bringing wonders all around,
As you create great events
Then make them truly found.
Well maybe truth in your world
But not one that accepts a lie,
For imagined dreamy events
Won’t fit however you try.
Though maybe past memories
On which incidents are caught,
Possibly did happen back then
But not exactly as you thought.
For memories can always seem
To deceive us in some ways,
Which will all cause confusion
About those long past days!
But that is natural enough
And we can be lured into error,
With events from long years back
That no longer cause us terror,
Making them much more likely
To confound and dull our wit.
So we will evoke imagination
To make those memories fit.
Please excuse my tongue firmly in my cheek there, but come on we all know those who are “Holy Friars”, stretch the truth or yes as the poem says, image and make it true! Me? Well, you know I am fine and anyway I can claim “Poetic Licence”. Good a?
My latest two books are beginning to do swimmingly well, okay but almost fishing, and details of how to get your copies of all my books AND support Help for Heroes is at the end, but NOT before the usual now, romance poem, so love away you folks and try to have your milk and drink it….
From Book five is a luuuuuuuvverly and very nice poem Trinket, I have “landed” for you in my “keep net”, please enjoy…
A trinket is an ornament or memento
That is of little value and worth.
But could possibly get sentimental
If allied to a special birth,
Or something that’s held dear
Becoming an intrinsic part of you.
But mostly the trinket is worthless
Whatever you feel or do.
So why then do we collect them?
When not wanted until seen,
With the initial attraction to them
That soon made us very keen,
To get and own these items
Which we succumbed to and bought,
Though now lay about forgotten
Without a second thought.
Because far more important in life
Are the lovely people there,
With you to make those memories
And wonderful days you share.
So when without a thought or plan
A chance meeting turns to bliss,
That without a shadow of doubt
You wouldn’t want to miss.
So going back to our trinkets
And maybe other things we get,
Which cannot hold a candle
To that someone special met.
Who fills our life with sunshine
Even when it’s a cloudy day.
For a person to love and treasure
Is a far better gift and way,
To find life’s joys and wonder
That a trinket could never do,
As the simple fact of the matter
Is that love is best for you!
Our fishing trip has safely “landed” then, and another big thanks to you all as The Journey Continues in our Fishing mode, so prepare to empty the overflowing nets.
All ten of my books :–
Poetic Views of Life
More Poetic Views of Life
Reviews of Life in Verse
Life Scene in Verse
Life Presented In Verse,
Poet Reveals All (in your world).
Poet Reflects Your World
Poetic Seeds to Fruition
Our World in Verse
Laurie’s Bundle of Poetic Humour
These all ensure my donation to the excellent charity I support, promote and donate to, that being Help for Heroes.
My first 3 books are only priced £4.99 each, with my 4th and 5th bigger books at £6.99. My new 9th, 8th, 7th and sixth books, all bigger are still £9.99, while my “Best Of” 10th book is only £7.99, and are for sale on Amazon, book stores or preferably from me ………….. firstname.lastname@example.org Or 07967 355236
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From Ted & Beth and myself,