Eyes

Eyes

Our lens on life they see so much

Each blink takes a new snap

Important though each night we must

Give them a long good nap

Though even when we’re fast asleep

And fairies work away

We see so much with other eyes

The day’s events replayed

In those we love and care about

They sparkle brightly so

Their diamonds twinkle graciously

We see their hearts which glow

And if we’re feeling sad and glum

And can’t express our thoughts

Our eyes can rain and call for help

To say we’re out of sorts

They say so much about us all

A view into our souls

Be sure to see all that you can

From these two special holes

Unrequited

Unrequited

That sweet rhythmic sound

As my phone it shines bright

I study each letter

The way that you write

I feel my heart sink

As deep down I just know

That you have no wish

As two we’ll shall grow

To me you’re my angel

I just wish you’d see

If we were together

You’d set my heart free

And then comes the words

That tear up my soul

“I’ve found someone else”

One gaping great hole

I need to accept this

This life that I crave

But OK it could be

If I can be brave

Snowkids

Snowkids

They drop into this world

Uniquely as can be

Each one a single work of art

Just look and you shall see

The joy they bring all walks of life

And lighten up the air

Some ones drop out as single ones

Or more, such as a pair

Of course they’re not for everyone

And that is OK too

Cos if you like, you can go make

A snowman that’s in lieu

So know this poem is about

How snowflakes are like kids

They’re both as grand and complex as

The ancient Pyramids.

Explanation

Someone asked me to write a poem about the similarities between snowflakes and kids. Hey I dunno, blame the internet! If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Kitchen White Goods

Kitchen White Goods

There are some quite odd folk around

Who’ll send me random themes

But let me see what I can write

From fingers words shall stream

A poem about kitchen goods

Those ones are classed as white

I fear my bid to do this well

May end up being shite

For me the freezer is the best

Can store my microchips

Tomato ketchup in my view

The best of all the dips

One thing that tends to bug me lots

That shop known as Selfridges

I just don’t understand at all

Why they do not sell fridges

So wash and dry put clean clothes on

So you don’t smell of sweat

To me becoming normal

Isn’t something that I threat.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Lions

Lions

If you are on lithium

Then Lion you are

I like science jokes

Be brave like a star

They prowl the savannah

Find tea for their cubs

The name of a lion

Found in many pubs

A fair lonesome creature

Not found making friends

Unless you shall go

To the zoo, tigers blend

Some zoos are quite plenty

Just see what you’ll spy

There’s lions and tigers

And bears, well oh my

So Charli, your poem

‘Bout lions it is

And reference to Dorothy

That wind it did whiz

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Wimbledon

Wimbledon

So JazzyChick on Twitter, she has challenged me

A poem ‘bout Wimbledon, she has asked to see

She made the suggestion, to try a few rhymes

With the players names, it’s hard, near bedtimes

The winner today, Novak Djokovic

Near two million pounds, he’s better off, rich

On Saturday we saw, the winner Kvitova

Who did play in style, the net she hit over

And poor Andy Murray, knocked out far too soon

Nadal, number two, over him women swoon

The All England Club, is a highlight for tennis

For I prefer running, so I’ll watch Miss Ennis

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Charli's left big toe

Charli's left big toe

It’s Friday night people,

We’re out on the town,

Well some of us inside,

Behave like a clown,

And one of those people,

Is called CharliBob,

She’s had too much wine,

And become quite a knob,

She’s set me a challenge,

To write her some lines,

Her big toe the topic,

The left one defined,

We know that it’s painted,

And pink is the shade,

From status of robot,

I know she has strayed,

And now she is dancing,

She’s simply the best,

Controls all the men,

With her lovely chest.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Kittens

Kittens

Producing lots of ooh’s and aah’s,

They really are so sweet,

The kittens of the internet,

For us they are a treat,

To have your own and see them play,

It’s really very nice,

But not so much when they bring you,

Some manky dead old mice,

I don’t know what they’re feeding you,

It’s probably not your fault,

You’ll always be a smelly cat,

But less so when you malt,

They’ll give you so much love and joy,

And ask for little back,

Except first thing when morning comes,

They need their stroke and snack,

These tiny cats that are so cute,

And usually really daft,

Cos kittens I will always love,

For many times I’ve laughed.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Xylophones

Xylophones

This guy called David Angell,

He came to challenge me,

A poem about xylophones,

From me he wants to see,

It’s quite a funny sounding word,

Big scrabble points be found,

And did you know it comes from Greek,

The words mean wooden sound,

They’re known for being played so well,

Sir Patrick Moore was right,

To make sure he did play it lots,

When not on sky at night,

This is a quirky instrument,

And plays a funky tune,

Do hope this poem pleases you,

I feel like quite a loon.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Cream cakes

Cream cakes

I think that it’s time,

To have an affair,

For that I shall choose

This chocolate eclair,

A white sticky cream,

In front of my eyes,

This long day I’ve had,

Sure likes this surprise,

It’s best when it’s sweet,

And is oh so gooey,

It melts in the mouth,

It’s not at all chewy,

This cute little snack,

It hits the right spot,

Though must brush my teeth,

Don’t want them to rot,

I have a sweet tooth,

That is clear to see,

Gives thanks to this cake,

My stomach’s in glee.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Twins

Twins

They come to us right as a pair,

Best friends right from the start,

To make this thing that’s oh so special,

It’s nature’s work of art,

All kinds of theories are out there,

About their special gifts,

I wonder if inside the womb,

They sometimes have a tiff,

They come to us all shapes and size,

Sometimes a girl or boy,

That film that stars ol’ Dan and Arnie,

All bring a lot of joy,

I wonder if they think the same,

Or if that’s just a tale,

If someone said to pick my fave,

I’d happily go fail,

These twins are this earth’s gift to me,

I don’t know what to say,

Except to say that I shall love them,

Until my dying day.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Skulduggery

Skulduggery

It’s one of those words,

That we all like to say,

Discombobulated though,

That’s my favourite to say,

Skulduggery’s a good one,

With one “L” or two,

It’s quite underhand,

And a bit like a coup,

Reminds me of pirates,

To give them a score,

No that’s to rate pi,

Grade three point one four,

No these are the pirates,

That reign the great seas,

A bit like Jack Sparrow,

For treasure he’ll seize,

Yeah I like this word,

It’s cool to pronounce,

I’ll say it more often,

I hereby announce.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Cheese

Cheese

So here is a challenge,

It’s kind of made backwards,

But this is a poem,

So stanzas not chapters,

Don’t eat it too late,

Or your dreams will be bad,

But gooey on pizza,

Well this makes us glad,

There’s hard and there’s soft,

So give thanks to the cows,

Just so many choices,

For us now to browse,

It’s good for the puns,

So let’s have a stab,

Think you can do feta,

Cos cheese is so fab,

And think very caerphilly,

Of what this could brie,

I cheddar to think,

Of this poem set free.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Chicken

Chicken

For some it’s finger lickin’ good, 

And tastes nice with some chips, 

The Colonel’s secret recipe, 

Feels spicy on my lips, 

For most it is a Sunday treat, 

As roasting suits it best, 

Cos after chopping all those sprouts, 

I think you’ve earned that rest, 

It’s good to eat in Walkers crisps, 

That yummy crunchy taste, 

But don’t eat all those bags at once, 

It’s not good for your waist, 

And sometimes it’s not just a food 

For insults it can be, 

But as I dared to write this poem, 

I am not one you see.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Scrambled Eggs

Scrambled Eggs

Boiled and poached and scrambled and fried,

Are there some types that you have not tried?

Soldiers with butter, dipped in the yolk,

After the tap the shell you have broke,

Fluffy and yellow and ready to eat,

Topped with some bacon a real nice treat,

We all have our favourites, so let’s take a poll,

To finish this poem well that is my goal,

The scrambled are winners, I must tell you that,

But make them too salty and they shall be spat,

So now at the end we cheer our best dish,

Let’s scramble those eggs dear, this poem’s your wish.

Explanation

I feel I need to write a short explanation for this one, in case you all fear I've gone completely mad. Basically, I was challenged to write a poem about scrambled eggs. I like a challenge, so I did!

Dreams

Dreams

Each and every single night,

Before we go to bed,

The neurons in our little heads,

Jump up and start to spread,

This special troop of little gems,

Tonight they’ll run the show,

For what we really want in life,

The seeds begin to sew,

The visions in these little dreams,

We're not always quite sure,

But hold on tight to something nice

You know there will be more,

For sometimes they are naughty,

And sometimes they are nice,

I hope for you tonight’s will have,

That extra bit of spice.