One from last summer, about my fourth son:
Taking my baby for a walk.
Enjoying the shadows that play across his sweet little face
As we move in and out of the trees.
A gentle breeze rustling the leaves, distant birdsong,
The calm clatter of pram wheels along the cobbled path.
Watching the curious look in his innocent eyes
As he takes in the scenery passing by.
Is there any moment more peaceful, more wonderful,
A greater advert for life?
The only way to make this memory any better
Is to share it with you.
As promised, here are the solutions, given as taunts to send the demonic Word Eater back to its fiery prison:
Acrostic done bilingually
Reveals the word – reality
This was my undeciphered key
Now in shame depart and flee!
When needed goods are sold and bought
Value is the thing most sought.
This was my second scrambled thought
Now go, foul thing, back where you ought!
Something a little different this time- two little riddles, the first used by a ‘Mutants and Masterminds’ superhero character I run. Gravitron, a goodhearted but occasionally cynical Czech escapee from the Soviet Union, can manipulate gravity and space itself. He is normally bad at English, but used a Hero point to become temporarily eloquent and come up with this riddle to defeat the demonic Word Eater. The second riddle was devised at the same time but ended up not being used. The solutions will be posted in one week.
Scuppered plans, frustrated aims,
Kindness spurned through childish games.
Unfinished songs and failed romance
Truncated by this heartless dance.
Ever-morphing chains of thought,
Chases futile, fun and fraught,
New lives and hopes will rise and fall,
Old hearts grow strong and give their all.
Stars witnesslessly die, or not;
This all and more I am, but what?
With scarcity it grows and grows
With bounty it declines;
Part artistry, part constancy,
Part usefulness in time.
So rarely spoken of in truth,
Yet sought by every man,
What is this that I describe
Please tell me, if you can?
Another older one:
Ten and One
Ten and one strange years ago,
I took a crazy chance
To venture down an unused road
And learn a foreign dance.
Not knowing what to do or say
I stumbled best I could
Nervous tension slowly changed
To foolish hope of good. Continue reading
Who will reject this cult of self
And walk against the tide,
To show the world this life is more
Than feeding our own pride?
Who can teach the selfless way
When all have failed the test?
Each move we make is tainted
With our twisted self-behest. Continue reading