Miles Whinfrey (c) June 2014
Founders Thoughts
Copper bottom
Boiler plate
Cast iron residuals
Various uses, man made- stock or from the foundry
Composition metal
Sand cast lead
Terne steel
Wrought iron
Magnesium
Tungsten
Infinitum
To take home the following..
Bronze statue
Silver dollar
Gold bullion
Miles Whinfrey (c) June 2014
Rubbish and Anarchists
How much rubbish have you got?
Can you surcharge your wheelie bin in 6 months of rubbish collection?
Couple of trips to the corporation tip?
Think of it in cubic feet and bank or crushing it down
In a skip
Let’s hope it can’t catch fire the kids round here like a good burn
Ideas from November gone and Bonfire Night
They might haul it out to set it alight
Hasn’t rained for weeks
Pyromaniacs.
May 2014 (c) Miles Whinfrey
Edward Lear’s The Quangle Wangle’s Hat
Grand Designs does Lear
See how the Quangle Wangle shares his sheltered treetop home?
A house or home up in a tree- A Crumpetty Tree
Enormous mighty tree as if from a dinosaur era
And probably quite apart from other trees
He is quite unhinged- a risk taker
The edifice is a giganticist thing
Intelligent though to think in such an abstract way
Wow.
A special Hat, something substantial-source of pride
Boater- like a jewel box and shaped handsomely as well
Made a great parcel of space
Room enough- and a blank canvass
An Avian couple and 15 others of various species petitioned
Some on the brim, some on top, box sides for walls with
the decoration, a trap door
While the Quangle Wangle lives on a gondola beneath
A ladder, or rope ladder to the floor
And what a time to be had
The excitement is palpable amongst the group
This is how to live
In the perfect spot, in the Crumpetty Tree, in the Quangle Wangle
Quee’s lovely Hat
They’ll be music all will dance during night-time party
Decked out in celebratory festoons of cotton buds
on limbs and branches and fireflies in old fashioned jars- and
maybe some honey.
Extra rope giving them a swing with a seat made from old roots
More Jam and Jelly than usual
The impressive blue baboon’s flute picking out a spirited tune
in a reel that goes on and on
Tread lightly on the foliage that forms the floor- leaf fall
collected for subsequent home improvements
After sore heads and weak legs
All have settled In- a likeminded community.
Simple 9 line, 45 word Acrostic Poem.
May 2014 (c) Miles Whinfrey
WordPress Magic
When I was writing Haiku
On odd nights
Reading Poetry handouts
Discussed publicising work with family
“Put your poems on the internet.”
“Right- I will.”
Earmarked on Linked-In, highly rated on Google
Secrets of the Successful
Synergy- others can’t say “It’s nowhere to be seen.”
May 2014 (c) Miles Whinfrey
Hippie Freelancer
I’ve been concentrating for what seems a long time
Think I’ve had enough
Voices go up in amusement and surprise
Who’s at the bottom of this?
It’s Guru Dansak
Is it wrong to listen to him speak his mission and mantras?
Money means nothing to him
As soon as he came he will go
We shall not see his like for some time
Noel Coward 1920’s
Poor Little Rich Girl
You’re only
A baby,
You’re lonely,
And maybe
Some day soon you’ll know
The tears
You are tasting
Are years
You are wasting,
Life’s a bitter foe,
With fate it’s no use competing,
Youth is so terribly fleeting;
By dancing
Much faster,
You’re chancing
Disaster,
Time alone will show.
Poor little rich girl,
You’re a bewitching girl,
Better beware!
Laughing at danger,
Virtue a stranger,
Better take care!
The life you lead sets all your nerves a-jangle,
Your love affairs are in a hopeless tangle,
Though you’re a child, dear,
Your life’s a wild typhoon,
In lives of leisure
The craze for pleasure
Steadily grows.
Cocktails and laughter,
But what comes after?
Nobody knows.
You’re weaving love into a mad jazz pattern,
Ruled by Pantaloon.
Poor little rich girl, don’t drop a stitch too soon.