My socials are escaping I don’t know what to doFacebook has gone wildand Twitter’s X’d out too Friends are emigratingFamily’s looking roundInstagram and Messengerand WhatsApp’s where they’re found. BlueSky, Reddit, MastodonIf Meta we would escapeNow how to fit their iconsAcross my phone’s screenscape? LinkedIn, Nextdoor, TumblrPinterest – all set out to inspireAnd find their wayContinue reading “My socials are escaping!”
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There’s a Mirror in My Study
There’s a mirror in my study‘Robe doors concealing boxesFilled with files and papersOf unsolved paradoxes It makes my room seem twice as bigAnd really much more spaciousWhen at my desk I see myselfI think I’m twice audacious! (c) Dennis Ryle, January 2025
Riding the Trains
Up it popped on a nostalgia siteSouth Australia way back whenAdelaide Station, I recall this sightFrom when I was a boy, aged about ten. Sharing a platform, all agleamThe Overland to Melbourne, great delightAnd a Mt Lofty special getting up steamSAR 522 -mountain engine of might. As if to answer a young boy’s dreamI rodeContinue reading “Riding the Trains”
My Car’s Got the Giggles
My car’s got the gigglesIt’s happy as a lark –Because it’s got new tires?Or watched a funny park? It’s four new tires that make it happyAnd an alignment since who knows when –But what really gives it mirthIs they are filled with nitrogen! * “They’ll make the tires last longer,and to refill is longer apartContinue reading “My Car’s Got the Giggles”
US Haiku
POTUS has a dreamin acquiring Canadaand then Greenland too
I Think My New Sleep App’s Mistaken
I think my new sleep app’s mistakenPerhaps its early days yetBut each morning when I awakenIt’s so confident on how I am set. It tells me I sleep like a penguinLightly and on the alertShould eggs I protect be taken By predators out to subvert. Yet my history begs to differI’m known for sleeping quiteContinue reading “I Think My New Sleep App’s Mistaken”
‘Twas the Twelfth Day of Christmas
He expanded his repertoireAs Parump-a-Pum-Pum grewHis unique gift to expandTwelve drummers give due. Now twelve days is upThe New Year begunEpiphany’s hereAs bright as the sun! (c) Dennis Ryle January 2025
‘Twas the Eleventh Day of Christmas
Eleven Pipers Piping?Apostles remaining, they say,After one sold his soulAnd gave his whole life away. The spot soon filled by MatthiasNo gap would last very longThe Book tells of their great venturesAnd the pipers rejoice in their song! (c) Dennis Ryle January 2025
‘Twas the Tenth Day of Christmas
Ten lords a-leapingIn such joyful festive mood.To suggest over-imbibementWould seem abundantly rude! Rather a disguise for ten commandments‘Oft displayed in halls dim and dour.Together they express the Shalom,Of joy that is meant to endure. (c) Dennis Ryle January 2025
‘Twas the Ninth Day of Christmas
Nine ladies dancing – a recurring themeWhen Spirit is broached, or so it would seem ‘Tis Spirit’s nine fruits, emerging in timeA sign of her work in a soul’s growth sublime. Love, joy and peace a-twirlingWhile Patience, kindness, and goodness Sync their pirouetteAnd faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control Complete the set with a new pas-de-trois. (c)Continue reading “‘Twas the Ninth Day of Christmas”
Wondering Pilgrim 