Israel Rhymes

Dancing in the Rain

It’s raining, it’s pouring.
Life isn’t boring.
I’m off for the chance to dance and dance.
Will I get up in the morning?

Yes, rain is pouring down and will apparently continue tomorrow. Here in Israel, we know rain is good. We hope it will fall when we’re tucked up in bed rather than when we have to be outside, but whenever it falls it’s good.

And yes, I’m going to folk dancing this evening, but I’m going by car and we dance in a hall.


100-word stories Rhymes

100 Word Challenge – Week#44

The challenge this week: A poem that captures the passing of sixty years in 100 words – ish.

Nineteen fifty-two.

There was a great to-do.
George cashed in his chips.
Elizabeth gathered the bits.
Rationing was still around,
But much could be bought for a pound
Churchill was PM again,
His deputy Tony Eden.

Sixty years ago
I began to grow,
In a sort of room,
That they call a womb.
That’s all you’ll want to hear
About this certain year.
I’m done with this silly rhyme
Of the queen’s accession time.

100-word stories Rhymes

100 Word Challenge – A Sonnet

I’ve never tried this before, but I noticed the challenge this time is to write a 14-line sonnet and felt like trying this afternoon.

It came out a little weird, but here it is:

There was a boy whose name was George.
He was so very bored that all
The cream cakes he did gorge and gorge
Until he was as round as a ball.

His father, despairing, bought him a dragon,
Which ate all the cakes and breathed out fire.
When George went to school he hung his bag on
The dragon’s tail and pulled him with wire.

The dragon became the boy’s only friend.
George’s days the dragon did fill
’til his father, worried, said, “This is the end.
That dragon” – and he pointed – “you must kill.”

If you want to know what George does of late,
He gorges his way through cream cakes on a plate.

Back to the A-Z challenge tomorrow….

Books Rhymes

A lesson I learned today

I knew it really, but I wanted to write it anyway, so I ignored the obvious problem.

You see, today is the third day of Sally Quilford‘s challenge: to write 100,000 words in 100 days. On the first day, I wrote a short story of 1,552 words. On the second day, I wrote a short story of 1,131 words. Today I wanted to write a poem and I did. It took me more than two hours to write and contains 183 words.

So now my total has fallen to below today’s desired minimum of 3,000 words and I don’t have time to start something new.

I knew that really: poems take a long time to write although they don’t usually contain many words. Oh well – I enjoyed writing it. Here it is:

I am – I am not

I am a wife.
I feel secure
With D in my life.
Long may it endure.
I am a mother.
Three children I raised –
Two sons and one other
Now adults. I’m amazed.
I am a sister.
Though he’s far away
With a different vista,
My family he’ll stay.
I am a dancer.
“How come you can?”
I don’t have an answer.
It’s just how I am.
I am a writer.
I hide away
And make my world brighter
With words I can’t say.
I am sensitive.
I fear that you see
All sorts of negative
Traits in me.
I am clever
Though most never know.
I hardly ever
Let that show.
My figure is trim,
Of that I am glad.
The battle to slim
I’ve never had.
I am outgoing.
“How’s that?” you ask.
That is by knowing
The other’s a mask.
I am a presenter.
My speech could reform
Your view. From the centre
I love to perform.
One thing I’m not
And I’ll continue to cry
Till the lie doth rot:

A to Z Challenge: R is for RHYMES

During the two years I’ve been blogging, I’ve posted a few rhymes which you can see by clicking the Rhymes category on the right.

Most of them were just a bit of fun. Only one of them really says something. In fact, it says it all:

The voice in my head shouts out loud,
But its sound isn’t heard by the rest of the crowd.
The voice in my head speaks in no tongue,
And yet its caustic words have stung.
The voice in my head says I’m stupid and dumb.
The voice in my head says I interest no one.
I try to tell it it’s got it all wrong,
But the voice in my head just sounds the gong.
“Go back,” it says, “And hide away.
Nobody wants to hear you today.”


Catching Up

I’ve actually been doing things – like all-night dancing, walking by the sea in a heat wave and swimming in a private pool and a big lake. And in a few days I’m going away for a long time. See you after mid-September. Be good….

I’m going away
To the UK,
To the north to walk
And the south to talk.
But I’ll be back,
So keep on track,
And let me know
How things go.


My Bubble

I’m sitting in a bubble.
It’s really very small.
I’m bent over double
Too close to the wall.

I’m sitting in a bubble.
Big bubbles all around.
They want to cause me trouble,
To make me run aground.

I’m sitting in a bubble.
How long can it last?
A tiny little nubble
Waiting for the blast.

Please don’t burst my bubble,
Don’t drop me through your sieve,
Don’t turn me into rubble.
I only want to live.


My mother said…

My blog stats have been going up and down like a dancing dolly. Not like a yo-yo. Oh no! Because that would be a cliché, which would never do. Besides, that gives me a chance to remember the rhymes and songs my mother used to recite and sing to me.

Dancing Dolly had no sense,
She bought a fiddle for eighteen pence,
And all the tune that she could play
Was ‘Over the hills and far away.’

Daisy, Daisy,
Give me your answer do.
I’m half crazy,
All for the love of you.
It won’t be a stylish marriage,
I can’t afford a carriage.
But you’ll look sweet upon the seat
Of a bicycle made for two.

I’ve got sixpence.
Jolly, jolly sixpence.
I’ve got sixpence to last me all my life.
I’ve got twopence to spend
And twopence to lend
And twopence to send home to my wife.

There were many more songs that we used to sing together. And on this day, when I’m feeling frustrated because my writing group meeting has yet again been cancelled at the last minute, it’s good to remember my mother as she once was, and to remember that there were happy times in my childhood.

Reunions Rhymes

Reunions I: It’s a Rhyme this Time

I think this will be the first of a series of posts about reunions. If you want to say anything about reunions – whether you attend them or avoid them, whether you’ve had good or bad experiences, or anything else – please add your thoughts to the comments section. Thank you.

I’m going to a reunion today.
I think it should be fun.
I’ll see the girl who ran away,
Because she decided to follow the sun.

I’m going to a reunion today.
I think it’ll be amusing.
I’ll see the boy who couldn’t stay,
After he fiddled the wiring and fusing.

I’m going to a reunion today.
I think it will be jolly.
We’ll laugh about ancient Mrs. Gray,
Who never left home without her brolly.

I’m going to a reunion today.
It certainly won’t be dull.
I’ll tell them about my holiday
In Majorca – if there’s a lull.

I went to a reunion today.
That’s all I have to say.


A bit of a laugh

Warning: This post is not to be taken seriously.

I’ve been rather serious of late. It’s time for a bit of fun before I write about the next topic I promised. Don’t be put off by this seemingly serious question: Why do we vote for certain politicians? We like to think it’s because we agree with their policies, but is that always true? Sometimes, politicians don’t seem to have any policies and yet we still vote for them. Sometimes, it’s because of their looks. Sometimes, it’s because of their ability to talk, even when they have nothing to say.

Just now, where I am, it seems there’s another reason. We voted for a politician because we like to laugh at his wife. Because she says the most outrageous things. I can’t think of any other reason. So I’ve written an ode to her.

Sarah, this rhyme is to show we adore you,
Almost as much as we abhor you.
Whenever we’re feeling a little sad,
When the world is against us and thinks we’re bad,
We rush to turn on the TV
And on the screen we hope to see
Your shining face with its ready smile,
So confident and full of guile.
We don’t mind hearing you’ve overspent
On luxury hotels, hairdressers and scent,
Although the silver on your table
Comes from our hard work – those who are able.
Your soul we revere and adulate.
You are the mother of our state.

For the background, see this.