Sunshine and lollipops
Colour me in
Give me a hand
I’m feelin
A bit washed out
tasting a bit bland
See through blue
Forget black I’ll leave that in the darkness
the progressive revisionist palette of
me myself and I
all singing dancing typing
I’m looking for sunshine and lollipops
The funny ha ha
Walking on the bright side
Of
Run till you drop
Blood red
Anarchy panicky routes rhythm
Broken people load words
Closed eyes blind thought
Where blue skies are black
Summer sun attack
Burn us everyone
Come come nuclear dumb
Plaudit pundits the
Fruits of their obscurity
growing on every middle class
middle road
Poetree
Spectacles for testicles
Peering out living on the hedge
Choose our lies wisely
Don’t paint it black,
Don’t paint at all.
17 comments:
here was I thinkin you'd got all cheery for a minute.
Funny, I've had a Stones song in my head since learning the task, but its She's a Rainbow.
That'd make a good wedding song, I reckon, TFE.
Is that what one could call a 'stream of consciousness' poem?
You do seem to waver between elation and desolation.
Yes I too had similar initial thoughts to Niamh.
"Anarchy panicky routes rhythm
Broken people load words
Closed eyes blind thought
Where blue skies are black"
This is `real pump action - like loading a rifle and then firing out the words
Wow! I loved that, "Run till you drop BLood red. Your internal, quirky rhymes work excellently here, "spectacles for testicles" will be on my interior screen for some time, I think.
Really like this one!
Kat (still thinking)
You are following a peaks and troughs line. I do like the last two lines though.
Spectacles for testicles..?
Punk band?
x
I must resove to arrive sooner in future, because I too loved these lines,
Broken people load words
Closed eyes blind thought
Where blue skies are black
Summer sun attack
I liked the journey through colour in this one, and the rejection at the end.
Chose our lies wisely. Ah, there's good advice! Like Niamh I thought you'd gone over all cheery and was thinking, what? this can't last! and it didn't. Next time I drive I'm assigning you A Happy Pome.
Love this, with a dark kind of love. "Come come nuclear dumb" is really an amazing line!
I had a song in my head for this prompt also.
Have a great week!
Apparently I'm the only commenter (so far) who's heard of Leslie Gore. What a call-back that was! A fun bus stop!
I'm pretty sure sunshine & lollipops aren't all they're cracked up to be, really. And what in the world does "cracked up" mean here anyway? Is this another saying my mother tricked me into using?
My favorite lines are the last ones - because I actually read some hope there.
Sunshine and lollipops,
yellow, red, green:
I'd give you them all -
the best ever seen -
if just for one day
I could be queen.
Queen of the paintbox
with sweets in ajar -
I'd share them out daily,
wherever you are!
I thought it was great fun - even if I didn't get all the references.
I was sure I commented here... :-(.. anyway.. dark, coolness... and surrealness.. it's like a picasso!
Awesome poem, TFE. It's been a blast driving the Poetry Bus this week. (I've had "Magical Mystery Tour" going through my head for days, for some reason). Blessings!!
Ahh I liked those closing lines.
Now that I think of it, I never chose the right lies n darn i get caught up!
Some dark shades there...:)
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