Monday, 3 February 2014

Poetic licence

If you write poetry and would like your work published in a book, then this competition should be of interest. According the the organisers, the prize is worth at least £1,000.

Get your poems in print
You won't make a mint
But'll feel brilliant.

As you can tell, I can't write poetry. I can however feel Brilliant - as that's the name of my bear.

Feel free to add odes, limericks or ditties featuring the name of your own furry childhood friend.

33 comments:

  1. My teddy's name was Marmeduke,
    And to this very day,
    I cannot tell you where or how
    I lost him on the way.

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  2. I had a stuffed panda named Anda--
    Or was it a pandy named Andy?
    Well, whatever it was, I loved it becuz
    It was covered with black and white fuzz.

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  3. I had a doll called Penny
    I dressed her every day
    in clothes that I had made myself
    from remnants bright and gay.
    A light frock for the summer
    or a cardi for the cold -

    but how come she has stayed so young
    while I have got so old?

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  4. Oh, that music is cheery, and great fun.

    Lucky was a black squeaking cat,
    My mum said, 'you've outgrown that!'
    So when she sent it for jumble,
    I went on the rumble,
    And bought back the black squeaking cat.
    I had it for years,
    Till he ended up with no ears.
    His tail dropped off, and he lost his squeak,
    But my daughter loved him to bits.
    Till he dropped to bits,
    Lucky the black squeaking cat.........

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    1. Lucky sounds like a well lived Moggy, Suzy.

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  5. I still have my lovely childhood bear although he's completely lost his growl which is a shame. Thanks for the poem Patsy!!

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    1. Mine never had a growl, so we're even now, Cara.

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  6. Teddy was my only bear
    He still sits on my shelf
    The grandkids want to play with him
    but I keep him for myself
    (This is fact!)

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    1. Don't blame you, L. I don't loan mine out!

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    1. I'm not good either, Cathrina. I like having a go, but don't put any effort into improving.

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  8. Aw what a cute teddy and clever little poem! Thanks for telling me about the contest.

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  9. I love my teddy who's as old as me.
    His fur is thin and worn, you see,
    From all the cwtching over the years.
    He's lost an eye and one of his ears,
    His growl's gone, he makes no noise
    But Ted is still just the best of toys!

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    1. They get tattier, but no less lovable over the years.

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  10. I used to enter contests years ago, and the I got rather busy writing and teaching. I enjoyed them very much. I recently entered one for the first time in years, and I won! I am not a poet, but it does tempt me.

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    1. Well done, JJ! I can see why you'd be tempted to try another.

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  11. Think I'll give this one a miss - that music was driving me mad!

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    1. Music? I didn't hear any music ...

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    2. Ah ... just switched the speaker on - and then off again very quickly! Doesn't exactly aid concentration, does it?

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  12. Lol! I can't write poetry either, but I like reading it!

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  13. This is a really great poem. I enjoyed reading it very much.

    www.modernworld4.blogspot.com

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  14. Great competition, Patsy. And, no worries. Mathair's more of the poet in our team. Because we're a duo, I always add an equal amount of lines, but there in major need of revamping and restyling whereas hers are brilliant. LOL I'll definitely let her know of this one.

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    1. That's an idea, Inion. I'll write poetry with a partner. I'll start by writing, then they can delete it and write soething decent. Sorted.

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  15. Nor mine, Lynda. But you'd already worked that out.

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Thanks so much for commenting!