Nani poem.

Sausage sausage

It rained it poured

It did rain and did a poo.

by Margo Cooper 2018

A Spell - Xmas 2018

A spell has a cause

Bound bound bound

A pickle, brown

Has run out of pounds

A girl called Janice 

Has his pound

Over that hurdle 

Your eyes splatter, scatter 

What was that casket 

That came off?

If I am inclined

I will scatter.

I will scatter 

Oh Lord 

I will Saturday

On the blind hill

Those would scatter

For I would scatter

For I would. 

Where was that old coat that scattered

Eight years old

Jan the band

Rattle to scatter.

A spotted line on the dotted verse. 

by  Margo Cooper 2018

Christmas Poem 2016



Grace and peace will overcome the box

wait a moment

You was 

I am listening to and he tells me the truth in  the box. 

Get from me. 

I delight and show you up for who you are

Now get from my sight

Now

Foul now

You have made a new friend 

He has stepped into the arena

The two John's 

I give you 50 

Take it and be glad

You are now out

To carry this little sprite

So now I go

Only to check with you tomorrow

And here we go to rip

Weeeeeeeeeeee

No must pass between our lips

Jellen he

Jellen 

Joe is his father

Oh Joe don't let him. 

He's gotta go,  gotta go

Hi Joe go again

Another sips soon

Through the air

Oooooh!

Not until we lay down our thorn

Under the flowers that I have picked

We shall tware and to tagel

The terror and the people.

by Margo Cooper. Xmas 2016

Margo wrote this poem in memory of a special lady.

For Riffat.

 Now a spud on his shoulder And a spud in the field.

There's ever a man who ever did weald. He loved a girl and married her right.

 He was the guy she held tight.
 He took no time for wining and dining.
 He went bent low to lift her right up.
She did blow to hit his head for it was low and shiney and she was learning to write instead.

 So there they stood when at last don't we know a dust of glow from above to below like confetti would you know.

 So they stand in sted and sail To hear the bells doing ting a ling ling.

 And at lasty blast all the bells in Shropshire sing.

 Bucket and bales At last become Queen and King.

Gosport

Immanuel GOD'S PORT OUR HAVEN!

Hallucinations

They have had the effect they should have had! What? The Hallucinations! Their destruction. They achieved what they set out to achieve. To Wreak havoc and destroy what is good. To take away friendship, destruction from those who are cherished. But my friendship is built upon a rock, not easily knocked. It firmly stands both wind and rain, it gives me no pain. I trust you see. Looks far out to sea. Beyond the rocks that wait for me. The quick sand that hunger for my house. They have no hope they fail to see. It's God alone that watches over me.

Mind of the Poet

I'm not doing it to order, You see I can't I've just gone blank, How much more do you want? All i've got? is that enough? Because all i've got is what you see, that s me. Now how about a cup of tea? by Margo Cooper