Metaphor and Simile

Metaphor and Simile


The essence of human language is that it puts one ‘thing’ (a word)

in the place of another ‘thing’ (an object or idea). Language uses words as

images of things. Metaphor extends this remove. Metaphors are images of images.”   [Based on extract from “Poetry The Basics” by Jeffrey Wainwright.]

Poets rarely call a spade a spade

Of reality, perhaps they are afraid?

A beach thus becomes a silver strand

Never just an open stretch of sand

A tree is not a tree unless it towers

A sea of colour must replace the flowers

A hill now rises to become a pinnacle

All descriptions are thus rendered lyrical

Thus poets use a mighty armoury

Forging lines with melody and harmony

Not only employing phrases metaphoric

Their cause promoted by the use of rhetoric

Like a chef concocting meals spectacular

Poets eschew common words as vernacular

Exotic terms spice up the flavour of their verses

Flamboyant images their deepest mood expresses

To ensure the poet’s thoughts our hearts may reach

Much use is made of all those ‘figures of speech’

So that not only simile and metaphor appear

Hyperbole, irony, and alliteration are felt dear

Some poets who feel even more adventurous

Espouse the pun and paradox, as their own preference

And onomatopoeia helps if they must make a noise

But understatement’s best for those with poise

Thus in their endeavours, pictures of our world to paint

Poets loath to exercise restraint

In their attempt that meaning be conveyed

They rarely ever call a spade a spade!

Ken Fisher

The Golden Rule

The Golden Rule

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you”


How should we live? What star to guide? What precept, rule, or adage?

To show the way, to guide our steps, to grant to all advantage

Philosophers have wrestled with such thoughts since the very dawn of time

Theologians on this too did meditate in their visions quite sublime

Religions, which in many things have views widely diverse

Nonetheless in this respect appear to here converge

The Golden Rule, its woven thread, reflects a note of concord

Its warp and weft unites these faiths, bound by this central cord

What is that Rule whose words contain this universal truth?

Its maxim undisputed requiring no more proof

It’s simple guidance clear to all who will to it give ear

Its blessings gained by all who willingly adhere

To reciprocate is of the Rule its very essence

Mutual love and kindly deeds in it find coalescence

How e’r we act to all around must truly thus reflect

The love from them we hope to find as they us too respect

And so in the creeds of ancient faiths we find it universal

That we should love and in that love discover its reversal

So why not now that ancient Rule make central to our living?

And all our deeds and words reflect a life of generous giving

Obedience to the Rule thus made our paradigm

Following in the footsteps of our dear Lord divine

Thus as each day we seek to live preferring one another

And in return find due regard from sister and from brother

Ken Fisher