I take the “g” from gnaw, the “w” from two,
And amass quite a few dozen more.
Now it is time for me not to speak out
So just sit back and read what is in store.
The silent letters that astound and confuse
I have used to write each and every word
So I take this opportunity and hereby present
The first poem that can be seen and not heard.
At some future time, you might observe
What looks like me, just standing around.
Don’t be perplexed because it is probably true
I’m reciting the poem not having a sound.
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Did anyone watch as John Wells?
Does anyone know what Chris Sells?
I’m interested to know does Beryl Reid?
Do you have any idea did Johnny Seed?
I wonder if is it true is Richard Curt?
Has anyone heard was John Hurt?
Does anyone know will Steve Cram?
Tell me exactly what would Sujit Ram?
Would anyone know would Harcourt Brace?
I often wonder could Christopher Trace?
Precisely how far will Chris Reech?
Exactly what knowledge can Bill Teach?
Did anyone solve the Nelson Riddle?
I wish you could have seen Ricardo Fidel?
Do you would concur is Nathan Sweete?
Have you just walked down Daniel Street?
Does anyone know what does Jane Ayre?
I don’t know what could George Wehr?
I have often wondered will Jenifer Rush?
Do you know for a fact, does Basil Brush?
Does anyone know is Jane Gray?
I didn’t ever think id hear Sasha Bray?
What was the nature of what James Mayde?
And exactly how far did Virginia Wade?
Does anyone know what made Brian Wilde?
Would anyone know was Karl Mild?
Why are you shouting, is Nicky Lauda?
Would anyone know was Cynthia Prouder?
I have often wondered will Steve Wynn?
Now tell me the truth did Pearl Sinn?
Did anyone hear when Samantha Sang?
I couldn’t miss hearing Molly Bang
by Paul Curtis
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If you sing a country music song
Backward all the way along
Will you find your let out of jail
And will the train stay on the rail?
Your house was not burned down
“Dad” was not run out of town
Will you find you kept your job
And you didn’t turn into a slob?
Will you find you still have a wife
And will your dog come back to life?
by Paul Curtis
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I’m curious to know was Howard Stern?
You should have watched Gabriel Byrne?
Id really like to know did Penny Root?
Would you also like to see Neville Shute?
How dull it was to watch Winston Groom?
It will be nice to watch Clair Bloom?
After the event was Sylvia Chard?
Does anyone think that Eddie Izzard?
Does anyone know is Andrew Gold?
Would anyone know is Steve Bold?
Was anyone else watching Philip Cast?
Can anyone remember was James Last?
I cant help wondering if Ralph Coates?
There is some doubt if Brenda Totes?
Does anyone think was Donna Tart?
Would you know was Maxwell Smart?
Does anyone know can Brion Toss?
I have often wondered is Ben Cross?
Can anyone tell me was Austin Talle?
Were you there and was Gladstone Small?
What I’d like to know could Sharon Roe?
You should have watched Anders Flo?
Would someone tell me will Davinda Singh?
Did anyone ever feel such a Sting?
Would anyone know who will Jo Brand?
Does anyone know is Louise Bland?
Can anyone remember if Alfred Sung?
What do you really think is Sean Young?
Tell me What’s the truth is Koo Stark?
Would anyone know was Yvonne Darke?
I Didn’t think id ever hear Natasha Pyne?
We all thought we’d hear Victoria Wine?
by Paul Curtis
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When it happens
This poem won’t only fetch me an OBE,
But will make the queen
Vacate her throne for me
Trees won’t only on their branches
Stand, but will catwalk
Like models do
On a stage
When it happens
Tom the cat and Jerry the mouse
Won’t only be best of friends
But will get married tonight
And you will come and tell me
You’ve seen snow flakes sailing down gently
At noon,
In a Kalahari Desert.
by Ahmed Salisu
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This is a tale of two brothers named Wright
Not the same Wrights that made the first flight.
The two that flew were definitely two others
So if you thought you were right, you had the wrong Wright Brothers.
These brothers named Wright, not the ones that first flew
But I’m speaking, of course, of the ones that I knew.
When side-by-side, they made a strange sight,
For on this line, each end was the Wright.
The Wright on the right was a writer quite deft,
Who could write equally well with his right or his left.
When writing to Wright, Wright had a very strict rite,
That it was only right to write Wright with his right.
That left the left Wright who was usually right,
When answering questions that people would write.
Now as I write something that may sound quite trite,
Even when wrong he was still always Wright.
These two Wrights had friends that were named Wong.
Two times as many Wongs don’t make a line half as long.
This fact then shows that what is said is quite right
That everyone knows two Wongs don’t make a Wright.
by Geoff Weilert
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That they give their support
To having a little whine each day.
So in this rhyme
I will take the time
To whine for a while if I may.
We’ve had four days of rain
It’s become quite a pain
The basements flooded and everything’s wet.
I can’t seem to sleep
Gasoline is not cheap
It’s so muggy I’m starting to sweat.
My head has been aching
Everything has been breaking
I can’t solve one problem before another begins
The things that need done
Are too much for just one
I’m beginning to believe I should have born twins.
So I’ve now had my whine
So now everything’s fine
But before all is done is said.
One last little moan
I’d like it be known
I really prefer the red.
by Geoff Weilert
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Hey diddle diddle this cat has a riddle
Watch her jump over the moon
I hear the dogs laugh to see such sport
her dish ran away with some spoon!
Little bo peep forget those damn sheep
Stop throwing your life away
For out on the green more sheep can be seen
So don’t waste another day!
Listen up black sheep your wool you should keep
Stop holding yourself to blame
For the rumors are true and your master is you
and little boy’s with that dame down the lane!
So little miss muffet get back on that tuffet
Don’t let anything frighten you
And if that spider comes back you rule the attack
And crush him under your shoe!
You say “hey boy blue where the hell were you”
When your sheep needed you the most
You put my love on the shelf with thoughts of yourself
Well….. now your horn is toast!
Hey diddle diddle this cat has a riddle
Tell him to go jump the moon
Don’t get stuck in the middle, don’t play second fiddle
You’re a dish …. Go find a new spoon!
by Reide
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