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Skips and Slips.

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English Poetry, Uncategorized

Played by the numbers, red and black.
The banker scooped the chips and clips.

Even Morse would be left confused,
Faced with all these pips and blips.

The same hand that drew the boxes,
Slaps its side at the skips and slips.

Still at the hot-plate he multi-tasks,
For friends and strangers tips and flips.

Rushed cut figures on melting ice,
Will always end in trips and rips.

The night and pen draw on and on,
From well to paper dips and drips.

Every love is a heady wine,
To be imbibed in nips and sips.

 

© Copyright Fergus Carty 2013

7 Comments

  1. krishna says:

    Every love is a heady wine,
    To be imbibed in nips and sips.

    Loved the last two lines….

  2. Rajdeep says:

    Wow
    Great read

  3. Vishvnand says:

    Elegant style
    And alluring manner of depiction
    Liked the poem immensely…

    Kudos

  4. kusum gokarn says:

    Glad to see a poem from you after long.
    Nice use of rhyming words consistently in all the stanzas.
    Kusum

  5. s.n.singh says:

    multi tasking while ulti-masking
    many a time, without reason or a rhyme
    on the facts he acts
    trips and rips.

  6. Apurva Bharat Gaglani says:

    Reads nice on lips
    With the rhymes
    Nice and neat
    With or without
    Any further tips.

  7. purabi says:

    Whatttt splendid play of figure of speech Gion…loved each lines
    the consonance at full liberty…makes it a superb read!

    Regards

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