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Sunday, 19 September 2021

'Choices' - a poem for National Poetry Day 2021

 I am an Official Poetry Ambassador for National Poetry Day, which this year is on 7th October ! I have had this role since 2016, and it involves going all around the country, either virtually or in real life, spreading the joy of poetry. Every year National Poetry Day has a theme. This year it is 'Choice'. Here is a little poem I wrote on that theme. I would LOVE it if teachers were to get in touch with their pupils' work, perhaps inspired by this poem. In particular, I would love to share some children's work on my blog, so do get writing!

CHOICES by Joshua Seigal


Sometimes

the choice is easy,

like picking pepperoni pizza

from the restaurant menu. 


Sometimes 

the choice if tough,

like deciding which friend

to have for a sleepover. 


Sometimes 

the choice is cowardly, 

like hiding behind the sofa

when the monster comes on telly.


And sometimes 

the choice is brave

like picking up the pen

and writing this poem.


Wednesday, 8 September 2021

A QUESTION

Last night you asked me

if I believed in an afterlife.

I said no.

You cried. 


I said, What do I know?

Far cleverer people than me

believe there is one. 


You said that if

there was no afterlife

it meant that we wouldn’t always

be together. 


I held you tight to me. 

The moon winked

in the window.


Thursday, 2 September 2021

NEVERSPOONS

He gave the Remainers a sneer He said it was all 'Project Fear' He scoffed at the drama But how's this for karma... Tim Martin has run out of beer


Wetherspoons pub owner Tim Martin was an ardent and notorious Brexiteer. His firm is now hit by drinks shortages. 

Wednesday, 1 September 2021

A REBUTTAL

Johnny Keats famously said

“If poetry comes not as naturally

as the leaves to a tree

it had better not come at all.”


I come before you today

to say it’s not like that.


Sometimes poetry comes

about as naturally as the truth

to the lips of a politician;

as readily as a ripe strawberry

to a volcanic wasteland;

as easily as sanity

in a roaring pandemic.


And sometimes

just sometimes

it’s all the better

for the effort.


Friday, 27 August 2021

THE BALLAD OF LAURENCE FOX

O, spare a thought for Laurence Fox!

His drama days are on the rocks.

Once on the boards this thesp did tread

But now he acts the prick instead.

 

O, spare a thought for Foxy Loz!

He will not isolate because

He values liberty, you see.

Unless you want to take the knee. 

 

O, spare a thought for Laurence Fox!

Won’t get the jab, would rather pox.

He got divorced, which hit him hard

His ego’s lying bruised and charred.

 

Yes, spare a thought for little Lorro

Won’t wear a mask, won’t be like Zorro.

But fear not, since on the whole

No mask could hide his putrid soul.

Wednesday, 25 August 2021

MAN ON THE BEACH

I saw a man on the beach

yelling about seaweed.


He sunk down into the sand,

hurling words at the ocean.


Oh, sweet brown algae!

the man hollered;


how I long for your blades

and pneumatocysts!


Manically grabbing handfuls of sand,

he flung it up to the heavens,


his mouth frothing

and his eyes crazily darting.


However, I’m pretty sure

it was just a cry for kelp.