Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia Acrostic.

Have you seen the word?

It scares you,

Puts the fear of God

Parading around your head

Offering no comfort in

Pausing to let your pour

Out your worries,

The worries that

Overwhelm you,

Making you feel ill

Or scared to utter any

New words that come

So ignorance may be perceived

That shows not your

Reality as the long words

Only belong in dictionaries

Sheltered from your mind

Easing your fear of long words

Subsequently allowing your mind to

Quieten from the horror of your

Unsubstantiated eloquence

Inconsequential abhorrence of words

Parading in syllables

Participating in incomprehensibilities

Ending in floccinaucinihilipilification

Drowning in pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis

Allowing your hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia to rise

Leaving your comatose mind

In a state of pure decidophobia where

Only monosyllabic words

Prevent atichiphobia

Happening within your logophobic mind stopping your

Oneirophobia preventing you from

Basking in the bibliophobia

In the xenophobia that

Attracts bogyphobia.

 

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Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia – Fear of long words

 

Floccinaucinihilipilification – the action or habit of estimating something as worthless

 

Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis ­- An inflammation of the lungs caused by microscopic grains of certain types of rock. (The longest word in the English language found in dictionaries)

 

Decidophobia – Is the fear of making decisions

 

Atichiphobia – Is the fear of failure

 

Logophobic – Is the fear of words

 

Oneirophobia  – Is the fear of dreams

 

Bibliophobia  – Is the fear of books

 

Xenophobia  – Is the fear of strangers

 

Bogyphobia – Is the fear of bogeymen

Waiting for Spring.

Once more I sit there

Sit there drinking my coffee.

I look out the window

The tree is still there

Sat still in the breeze

The leaves that once adorned it

No longer there

Fallen to the ground

In Autumns fall

Leaving the branches sitting there

Waiting for Spring

The Leaves.

“The Leaves! The Leaves!”

Came the cry.

I saw him sweeping

Sweeping up the leaves,

No smile on his face,

Every time he swept

The wind would blow,

And the leaves would scatter,

Scatter once more.

“The Leaves! The Leaves!”

He shouted in despair,

Such abject despair.

He swept and swept,

Suddenly the ground was free,

Free from leaves,

He had won,

He had earned his coffee.

Coffee drank,

Paper read,

Outside he went,

The ground was covered,

Covered once more

With leaves.

“The Leaves! The Leaves!”

Came the cry once more,

“When will autumn end!”

Showered Mind

I was standing in the shower,

Body nicely cleaned,

When I stopped.

The water spraying over me

Started to spray through my mind,

Taking away the troubled thoughts

And washing them away.

The more I stood,

The more clear my mind became,

The clarity showing me the way.

I stepped out of the shower

And into a new day,

A wonderful new day.

The Corner of My Dreams

Over thirty years ago I saw it,

I still remember it,

Remember it in my mind’s eye.

The room was filled with art,

Art and sculpture of all types.

It was a degree show,

Showing the works

Of the students

Those who achieved degrees.

Our daughters work was there,

That piece that now dominates,

Dominates our lounge,

Amongst her other works.

I walked round the show

Looking at all,

Looking at all with my untrained eye,

That has now been trained

Into an appreciation of art,

Art of so many differing types.

But this piece stuck with me.

As I walked round it hit me,

I just stopped and looked,

Looked and was drawn in,

Into the mind of the artist.

It was a drawing,

A drawing in charcoal.

An alley was shown,

The sides were solid wooden fences,

The path went on,

Went on to a corner,

A corner turning left.

For over thirty years

That drawing has pulled at me,

Pulled at me in my mind.

All I want to know

Is what is around that corner.

I will never know,

But in my imagination I dream,

I dream that paradise is there,

And that is where I am going,

Where I am going to be,

For eternity.

The Guns Stopped.

It’s eleven o’clock on this special day,

That special day one hundred years ago

When it all stopped.

The fighting lasted up to the hour,

But then it ceased,

The war to end all wars was over.

It didn’t stop though,

Those who lost loved ones grieved,

And on this day, one hundred years hence

We still grieve,

Grieve at the waste of life.

They went to war as a duty,

But that duty for millions,

Was to die,

To die for reasons they never knew.

It was said to be the right thing to do,

The war to end all wars, didn’t.

Still we fight wars, why?

Those in power believe,

Believe they are right,

Right to inflict their wills on others

And waste human life,

Just to get their own way.

What if they are wrong

And others are right?

But on this day we remember

As the poppies grew,

Marking a place for all who died

In that war to end all wars,

And for all who remember.

New Computer.

The computer was old,

It had served me well

For many years,

But the glitches had started,

More and more needed repair,

A new computer was due.

Into the shop I went,

Found the computer I wanted,

Spoke to the assistant.

No I did not want anything else,

I had all the programs I needed.

Paid at the till and drove home,

Struggled getting it out of the packaging,

They just don’t want them to come out.

Put it all together,

Put batteries in the wireless keyboard,

And in the wireless mouse.

All looked good,

Switch it on,

This woman Cortana

Shouted at me!

Turned volume down

“Ok” she said, “type in your name”.

Moved the mouse

But the pointer did not move,

Tabbed the keyboard

But nothing happened.

Attached a wired mouse,

The pointer moved.

Pointed to the entry line,

Typed name,

But no letters came.

Looked on the web for help,

Tried many different remedies,

None worked.

Turned off the computer

Packed it up,

Took it back to the shop.

Explained the problem.

The guy took the keyboard.

Checked it.

All seemed fine.

Took the mouse.

Removed the battery.

Removed the plastic wrapping from said battery.

All was fine!

On the way home

I popped into Specsavers!