Monday 5th November – War and Peace
Monday 3rd December – Magic and Mystery
There is nothing nicer than sharing coffee/tea/croissants and toast with a group of fellow writers, poets and poetry lovers. We look forward to seeing you, 9.30 am – 10.30 am at BEATONS TEAROOMS, Bell Tower Walk, Chester – opposite the Cathedral gardens. Bring your chosen poem, one you have written yourself or just come, listen and enjoy breakfast (£6.75) with us, you will be most welcome.
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An Unexploded Poem
There was a poem in a hedge
A threat to life and limb.
The policeman said he would allege
Some poet threw it in.
He told us poets are a threat
To life and liberty
And that no one should forget
Crimes committed behind a poet-tree.
The roads were closed, the pubs were shut
The public was protected
The bookie claimed his runner
Was not by poetry infected.
At last the bomb squad they arrived
For mental strife prepared
With body armour they’d contrived
For showing they weren’t scared.
They carefully surveyed the scene
Taking a big red box
Out of their truck where it had been
Antiseptic to rhymes and metres unorthodox.
That poem they placed in there
The order of the day
Was caution…….. That red box they moved off to where
Disposal of the poem may
Be safely undertaken
With a resounding great explosion.
And peace and quiet was resume-ed in this town.
The traffic still rolls up and down
While poems and their poets lie
With their verses in the sky.
Ian M Parr
“A man said to the universe”
A man said to the universe;
“Sir, I exist!”
“However,” replied the universe,
“The fact has not created in me
A sense of obligation.”