Marts Poems

Marts Poems A collection of my weird and wacky poems (and some that aren't either weird or wacky or both)

22/03/2025

About the Author

I’m the sort of grumpy poet
Who reads back what I’ve written
Only to see the grammar slips
And innuendo that’s been hidden.

I’m the sort of happy poet
Who doesn't give a hoot or huff
Where I write or what I write
(Or even if I get it right)
So long as I write lots of stuff.

I’m quite a pedantic poet
I fact check things I write about
So that when I share my work
I’m not getting caught out.

I’m a very over tired poet
My brain just won’t shut up
When I snuggle down to sleep
My neurons just speed up.

I’m the type of grizzled poet
Who reads a lot of poems
Penned by clever poets who
Don’t need to use a rhyme.

05/02/2025

Wednesday

Some consider Wednesday
the middle of the week
It’s hump day, the turning point
that working people seek.
To pensioners it just another
day in a succession
Of repeating routines that
defy succinct expression.
To some it celebrates a God
all powerful and mighty
The Norse god Odin who,
they say, could be a little smitey.
To many French, Mercredi
calls to mind the planets:
Mercury slips quickly past
like flying pomegranates.
So here’s to middle Wednesdays,
cheers to the midweek show
It foreshadows the weekend
for those not full of woe!

17/09/2024

Friend Request

Why is it you want to befriended me on Facebook?
Do you just want access to my private friend group?
Are you going to spam me with unwanted ads
For the trash that you’re selling or the latest fad?
Or are you trying to steal my identity
I think there’s too many with just the one of me.
And my bank account’s empty, us poets are poor
Poems are pyrite but I can always write more.

If I check out your page will I like what I see
Is it you in your skivvies or pictures of trees?
Are you pushing a diet too good to be real
Or AI images of your fantasy meals?
Is your profile locked down and inaccessible
Is it shiny and new, is it too good to be true?
Are you a celebrity who’s misspelt their name?
I’ve seen so many I’m getting wise to that game.

But maybe you asked me because you like my verse
I do hope it’s that and not something much worse
I’ve made friends on here from all over the world
I’d love to add you if you know the magic word.

15/09/2024

Poetry Nudism

There are different types of poets I’ve found
Especially since the internet’s been around
With differing styles and various voices
Some light-hearted and others profound.

Some write at length about their distress
Pouring their hearts into every syllable
Flaying themselves to get some relief
Drowning us all with a flood almost biblical.

Some prefer spouting streams of consciousness
Long rhyming diatribes; their banners unfurled
Pouring acid bathwater over their readers
Lamenting, berating - a bagpipes bass skirl

There are others who just like brevity
Who like breaking rules for the levity
Who don’t give a damn for longevity
And have no time for poetic pregnancy.

Free-versers just write however they want
For as long as they feel they want it to be
No rhyme punctuation or device needed
Creating cacophony and literary anarchy


There are those who adhere to strict form
Counting the beats and timing the rhythm
Preferring the schemes of bygone times
Each finished couplet being a firm lesson.

Me? I prefer poetry nudism
Letting it hang out, all on display
It may not always be pretty
But it’s mine and to me its OK.

There’s something for everyone out there
And everyone has something to share.

10/09/2024

List of things to take with you to University.

I’ve made you a list of things to take with you
When you embark on your next great adventure
It’s not the usual things like posters and pillows
And it’s not wacky stuff like Daleks or dentures.

I want you to take confidence in yourself
You’ve earned your place and you’ll do alright
I want you to take all the laughter we share
So it’s there if you need it late in the night.

I want you to take lots of laundry detergent
Your common sense and your sense of caution
I want you to take both your parents, just kidding
But know that we’ll visit en-masse very often.

I’ve packed enough food to last you a month
Or for a few days if your flatmates are hungry
There’s a box full of hugs and studenty rugs
And homemade biscuits, deliciously crumbly.

Most of all I want you to take all our love
We’re with you in spirit and we’re not far away
You’re taking our pride if you want it or not
And were here if you need us, anytime night or day.

For Alice Attard x x x x x x

09/08/2024

I gave my heart to you so long ago
And you gave yours to me
A fair exchange like golden rings
I’m sure you will agree.
That exchange was just the start
The cornerstone we laid
The tower of love we’ve built stands tall
This fortress that we’ve made.
Every room we’ve furnished with
Reflections of devotion
Lined with joy and sweat and tears
Passion that’s unbroken
This citadel surrounds and protects
But is also insubstantial
For our love is not tied to one place
And cannot be dismantled.
The foundation laid so long ago
Upon which we are still building
Brings me everyday such joy
That my whole soul is singing.

07/08/2024

KE = p2 / 2m

We’re not as small as solar dust
We're sure not as big a planet
But we’re all lost in space
All gathered into one place
Pulled together by a cosmic magnet.

We are not as fast as a shaft of light
We don’t go so slow as a snail
But we’re all on this ride
For the rest of our lives
Which are measured on a quantum scale.

Our momentum is keeping us moving
Our potential becomes all kinetic
But there are other forces
That attract and divorce us
And make our lives so poetic.

06/08/2024

Musings

The sun is sliding below the horizon
I feel the soft wind that is blowing the night in
And just before stars steal the earths heat
You smile at me and the day is complete.

The simplest of sighs can blissfully brighten
Your aura dispels the demons I’m fighting
With you on my team we’ll never be beat
Your love is the sugar that makes my life sweet

Loving you gives me the strength to keep writing
Reliving each poem is something I delight in
My muse and afflatus, my prize and my treat
These small rhymes of ardour are ones I’ll repeat

05/07/2024

The poets thoughts whilst taking a walk
in the English countryside in July.

It’s too wet for poems
It's raining too hard
I can't work my phone
When there’s rain on the glass
I start a new line and
Then wipe off the droplets
But it’s raining so hard
I’ve lost track of the couplets
I guess I could write
Something deep about rain
But it’s such a downpour
I’ve been washed down a drain
At least I’m not using
A pencil and paper
My thoughts would be mushy
When I look at them later.

21/05/2024

Daily Memories

There are new memories every day
Of the way I lived on this very date
Like five years ago at that party
We got drunk and stayed out too late

Or way further back when I was lonely
And asked if there was someone to love
It was the first time I’d ever seen frozen
And frankly just once was enough.

Here’s pics of our wedding four years ago
The sun and the cake and how beautiful
You looked in that dress and in my arms
And we both felt that life was wonderful

Much further back there’s one of my exes
She blocked me so I can’t see her comments
I wrote her long messages from far away
And posted the most ridiculous sonnets

Three years ago I see I’m holding our baby
The smallest most precious thing ever
There’s not many entries from two years ago
Around when you went up to heaven.

Sometimes the absence of memories
Makes you recall things much sharper
Like the smell of your hair or your singing
Or the delicate sound of your laughter

Last years post was from a holiday
The kid and I visiting relatives
Growing so quickly and learning so fast
Leaving me no space to be negative

No time to reflect on the past times
From these reminders I take small sips
Look far back to when I had more hair
Or the game that gave me free poker chips

Now I’m just trying to make entries
To drown out the others that haunt me
Rebuilding the home that was fractured
And remember the lessons you taught me.

To laugh and to sing and to cherish
The life that goes on all around us
To make the most of each moment
Of love that this life allows us.

18/05/2024

Random thoughts come and go in my head
I’ve no clue as to what’ll pop up next
I try to catch them before they’re blown away
I’m sure it’s why I often look perplexed

I write in darkness so I don’t get distracted
I write in silence so I can catch the syllables
I get frustrated rewriting lines and words
I finish a verse and that’s one of life’s miracles.

Throwing mud to build a better wall
Breaking vows I made myself this morning
Breathing life from me into this paper
Seeing the words but not seeing the warning.

Take away from this whatever you can find
My frustrations can be turned around
My reward is a welcome grey exhaustion.
Giving the poet applause without sound.

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Waterlooville

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