Sunday, September 12, 2021

Ask me not

Ask me no secrets
I'll tell you no lies

Mask-carnival - gold

Ask for no boon and
You'll get no surprise

For questions are deadly
When you're in the know

And Grifters be hiding 
behind solid gold doors

With solid gold excuses
And solid gold mores

And they pay well for silence
...

So listen well to their threat
...



You can ask not for your country
And not for yourself

You can ask and be answered
You can knock on that door

But never, dear, never
Don't you dare ask for more


There we go, it's been a while since I wrote a poem-but I had this saying rattling around my head and when I looked it up all I got was "Ask me no questions..." If anyone can think of a poem, or fairy tale I might have got "Ask me no secrets, I'll tell you no lies." I'd really appreciate it, I'm absolutely drawing a blank. 

Have a great week,

A.J. 

And if you like this poem you may also like:

The Circle of Life


#protest poetry

Monday, August 16, 2021

Accounting for Herbert

Young Herbert George of Wellington 
is a simple accountant,
his needs are few

His need for attention
accrues to a mere 
twenty four hours a day

Such a playful mathematician
you can count on him to chew 
not only vast numbers of pens and pencils
but literally anything he can get his paws on

Young Herbert's quite intent
on finding his way in the world
but after being dubbed Herb from Accounting
things are looking...sideways

Still, to be fair to young Herbert,
he's getting the hang of spreadsheets.

That's a definite skill.
A talent, or a calling
if you will
to really move your assets around 

And so it is with accountants,
even young accountants
named HG

A.J. Ponder - and yes, this entire post/poem is playing with the name of our cat. There's really no getting past that, and so if you're looking for something more deep and meaningful, can I suggest 
If you want more kitten fun, can I suggest Piano Twins? An Affliction of Poetry: The Piano Twins

I'm also fundraising for a poetry book—get your say on the types of poems you'd like to see by donating not quite enough for a cup of coffee and leaving a comment :) 

Monday, February 22, 2021

Haiku for Quest and the final countdown for Enchanted Kingdoms

 

Haiku for Quest - 

So, I was challenged in Twitter to create a Haiku to pitch one of my books, so I chose Quest....

A fighting princess
Looking to be a hero
Will find a dragon


Now, I don't write very many haikus - but it can go with my other haiku piece - 


Now, I don't post very often, so I thought I should mention what I've been up to - aside from writing haiku on Twitter!

I'm part of a fairytale box set raising money toward funding equipment for autistic children. 
And in just a day or two I'll post about that, but in the meantime, here's a graphic I created and a bit of a blurb. 

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👉Get your companion set here: http://bit.ly/EKAmazonGift


So hold on tight - just a day, or so, to go before you can get your hands on this amazing set. And don't forget to pick up that companion set before the launch!

Have fun reading,
A.J. Ponder











Thursday, December 24, 2020

A Visit from St. Nicholas—also known as "The Night Before Christmas"

Since it's Christmas Eve! What better poem can there possibly be for this special night of the year. 




'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DASHER! now, DANCER! now, PRANCER and VIXEN!
On, COMET! on CUPID! on, DONNER and BLITZEN!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!


N.B. A Visit from St. Nicholas was first published anonymously in 1823 and later attributed to Clement Clarke Moore but that's not the end of the story. Henry Livingston Jr.  


So Merry Christmas to all—and to all a good night! 

A.J. Ponder - and if you're reading this on Christmas Day, or just want a bit of Christmas fun, check out Miss Lionheart's blog and the chapter "Christmas in an Evil Mastermind's Bunker

Or you may want to read: "The Twelve Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas

Tuesday, December 15, 2020

It's a New Age


The world's moved on

Once, the mighty pen could tear down kingdoms
but now it's broken, blunted,
and abandoned in a drawer 

You won't see the new invention hiding in front of your face 
though its more dangerous than a three-edged sword
and sharper than truth itself

Beware, my friend
the quadruple-edged
pixel

A.J. Ponder
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thanks for dropping by and happy reading!


Friday, December 11, 2020

‘The 12 Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas’

With apologies to all my Australian friends and family and to Paula and Andrew. I stole this from our conversation—thanks to the koala in the Christmas Tree incident—and ran with it....mwah ha ha!  Unfortunately, as it turns out, I decided the koala wasn't deadly enough, and I also forgot half the scansion we had at the time. But as the twelve days of Christmas are looming...here's a bit of deadly fun. :) Enjoy. 

A salty or salt water crocodile :)


On the first day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me: 
A python in a Christmas tree.

On the second day of Christmas
An Aussie gave to me:
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the third day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Fi-ive blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Eleven snakes envenoming
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven spiders biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas
A dinkum Aussie gave to me:
Twelve white sharks biting
Eleven snakes envenoming 
Ten spiders leaping
Nine sting rays stinging
Eight kangas kicking
Seven red backs biting
Six salties slaying
Five blue ringed octopus,
Four giant crocs,
Three brown snakes,
Two stone fish
And a python in a Christmas tree.


Well, congratulations for getting all the way to the end—or for figuring out you could just read the final verse. I hope you enjoyed ‘The 12 Deadly Days of a Dinkum Aussie Christmas’.

Happy holidays and festive greetings 
A.J. 
P.S. More Christmas posts below:


Thursday, September 24, 2020

The Magical Mystery Tour

I'm running two promotions on my other website:

Discover your next Favourite Fantasy and find the hidden gift card to go into the draw to win $25








And a kind of Scavenger Hunt - where you never know what you'll find ... scroll down to the bottom of the page to find the next step, and maybe...if you're very quick, you'll figure out how to solve the code and win a free book :)