The Cliche Storm

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Say not the struggle naught availeth;
But is it worth the flaming candle?
Can I pull those hearty Strings,
Or will my pretty baubles jangle?

Where on earth do things grow down,
And how can spoken jokes be dumb?
Perhaps it’s to do with nonsense verse
Veiled by rule of my thick thumb.

When I escape this dragging net,
When I have pulled my other leg,
When I have plighted all my troths,
It’s then I will sit up and beg.

Till then I’ll fly by my pants’ seat;
I’ll kiss my nascent hopes goodbye.
They’ll rescue me from life itself
And sing my praises to the sky.

For I’m a versifier pure
I’d rather play with words than girls
Forever searching non sequiturs
Words have more twists and turns than curls.

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A Literal Death

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A Reverie – on linguistic bugbears, slang, cliché, and the vernacular

Have a good day
You guys

You know what I mean
For back in the day
That bad hair day
I have to say
To be honest
At this moment in time
I’m not gonna lie
I found out the hard way
I’d lost the plot

So they told me
Keep it real
It’s the only way
And anytime soon
Do you know what?

Well, like I said
At the end of the day
We’re in uncharted territory
We are where we are
So as they say
just let’s do it

So I ran with it and
To coin a phrase
Let’s be absolutely clear about this
I literally died

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The Writing’s On The Wall

(Verses using idiomatic expressions)

It’s all over bar the shouting,
Pride goes before a fall;
Another nail in the coffin,
The writing’s on the wall.

“You’ve not a hope in hell’, they said,
“You’re doomed to sink like a stone;
Abandon hope who enters here.”
But the devil looks after his own.

I will not beat about the bush,
Nor bark up that wrong tree.
Yes, it’s back to square one I go,
‘Twixt devil and deep blue sea.

Some time I’ll bite the bullet again,
But till the bitter end
Blood, sweat and tears it is for me
Till I am round the bend.

No I’m not about to bite the dust,
Nor to push up the daisies,
For I am still alive and kicking,
Singing my own  life’s praises.

Yes, the cleft stick that I am in
Is just a cock-and-bull story,
For I will last till the cows come home
In my Land of Hope and Glory.

And when the hue and cry are over
Then I’m  off to the Land of Nod.
When those hell’s bells have sounded.
All’s still in the lap of the gods.

Yes, every dog will have its day,
The writing is on the wall.
Every cloud has a silver lining,
I’m not heading for a fall.

Blue-Sky Thinking

‘Nature’s Question Mark’ … WHB – 2016

COMMENTS & REFLECTIONS of a BLOGGER on Entering 2017
(Or … ‘Blue-Sky Thinking for the year to come’)

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Look on it as a plus
The age of the sage is upon us
2016 is now superfluous
Will 2017 be better?  Discuss!

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I am
Therefore I think

I think
Therefore I blog

I blog …
Therefore I am

Give me a bon mot to cry on;
How about ‘weepy’  or ‘tearful’ ?  

Tell me a story to dream on; 
‘Midsummer Night’s’ a good starter.

God does not believe in atheists,
Therefore atheists do not exist.

If you don’t know what a double-entendre is,
Come here and I’ll give you one!

When lovely woman stoops to folly –
She apparently did it with both Goldsmith and T.S.Eliot.

Conceptual art is a con …
Ask me another one. 

Sing in a high tenor falsetto. 
But I can’t recall the libretto. 

Are  there two’ ll’s in ‘parallel’ ?
No,  in fact there are three.

Are you pulling my leg? 
I would if I could, but I can’t.

Daemons are good … but
Demons are bad – Even malignant. 

He filled the plaice within my sole
Yes, no cod could have done better

What’s the bravest British bird?
The Grace Darling (Chuckles!).

If music be the food of love – Play on
… I’m tone deaf anyway.

If ignorance is bliss?
How would I know?

“They muck you up –
You’re dumb and mad”
(Apologies to P.Larkin!)

Who would you describe as  a Multifaceted Autodidact?
How about Stephen Fry?

You are a shining wit …
Credibly, the Rev. Spooner’s opinion of Uriah Heep

An eye for an eye …
Makes the whole world blind

Life is like a half-sucked sweet –
Not what it used to be.

Sometimes I question my sanity …
But I never get a reply.

That’s a tired cliché –
Or perhaps a weary truism, or even an exhausted  banality.

The optimist and the pessimist
Are balanced by the realist … says the pragmatist.

GBS quote … ‘Both optimists and pessimists contribute to society.
The optimist invents the aeroplane, the pessimist the parachute.’

I think
Therefore I am pessimistic

I blog
Therefore I try to be optimistic

… And one good blog …
Deserves a better one.

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. . . sic erat scriptum !!!