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No Longer Free and Easy (IDIOmaTIC expressions can be fun)

05 Bedna od whisky

I know I’m late – apologies, and I know the piece below is not perfect. But it has been published before so I’m not changing it and sharing with the same introduction it had once had.  And I’m attaching the Czech version so you can sing along 🙂


No Longer Free and Easy

IDIO(ma)TIC expressions can be fun


Once upon a time (2001, if I remember well), I was a “Practical English” teacher at Faculty of Arts, Brno. As usual, I had students produce feedback at the end of the semester and this is one of the suggestions I received: “compose a song on idioms”. Challenged by this I tried, and this is what I produced.


I borrowed the tune from Miky Ryvola (Bedna od Whisky – Empty Whisky Box), thanks Miky.


I used the idioms found in the bottomless source of these – Leo Jones’ well of such expressions called New Progress to Proficiency (CUP, 2001), cheers mate.


The idioms are underlined. Have fun and try to sing it (sometimes it is not like free and easy…).


No longer free and easy,

And off the beaten track

A halter made of strong rope’s

Part and parcel of my neck

No more airs and graces

An open and shut case

Rough and ready tie will soon

Put me through much disgrace



So hang me high, let me rock

Let me rock to and fro

This time won’t be up and about

Or as fit as the fiddle, too,

I’ll reach the gates of heaven

Hopefully safe and sound,

If heavenly angels put

My feet back on the ground.



Put two and two together

Can’t put me at my ease,

They set a trap for me

And that trap won’t release.

To put you in the picture

Without using no knife

They’ll kill me – lovely creature,

Put a stop to my life.




As pretty as a picture

And just as good as gold

I wanted to live by her side

And with her to grow old

Another guy as strong as a horse

Took her away from me

She was as free as the air

It’s touch and go, you see.





When we met for the first time

We were as warm as toast

It was love at first sight

She was my life my boast

I gave her a bunch of flowers

We climbed a range of hills

And then a flight of stairs

And that was overkill.





My life is no longer,

No more cut and dry,

For her full and ruby lips

I am now gonna die.

For that pack of cards that

I should never have played

My story’s as old as the hills

As old as love and hate.

05 Bedna od whisky


Street Talk


A ‘storm in a teacup’ trivial our tiff to you, sadly ’tis’ I’m that’s left ‘to stew’.
‘Water under the bridge’ ‘tant’ easy to say, while I’m left empty day after day.
‘Too blind to see’ the pain intentionally you inflicted on me, in a cruel attempt to ‘bring me to my knees’.
Caught ‘between a rock and a hard place’ what options are left for me?
‘Tis’ evident I’m ‘flogging a dead horse’ , best it’s left ‘to run its course’.
‘What goes around comes around’ that’s what they say,
I will be patient ‘I’ll have my day’.

Breda Ware

June + July Topic

Dear Poets,

summer is here! Let’s write a summer poem full of IDIOMS!

Well begun is half done! 🙂

We can’t wait to read your poems!


Spring again

It is spring again.
The earth is like a child
That knows poems by heart.¹

Ready to play
Ready to run fast
To bloom and have fun.

It is spring again.
The earth is like a child
That knows poems by heart.

Ready to spring
Spring to a full life
To rest again in a few months


¹By Rainer Maria Rilke

May 2017

“It’s spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart”

R.M. Rilke


Though it’s May, “my life will be forever autumn cos you’re not here”1

You’re “in these arms”2 but can’t be felt, pain severe

When dreams make love to nightmares.

Who cares?


The offspring cremated by morning frost.

No Pentecost,

No finger into the palm would sneak.

There’s some green on the twig.



  • Jeff Wayne: War of the Worlds
  • Jon Bon Jovi: In These Arms

May Topic

Dear Poets!

spring is here so let’s be inspired by R.M. Rilke and celebrate this lovely month with poems!

“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.”

Marie, Jarek and Adam

Yuletide Joy

Look yonder at the church its steeple lit,
Wonder at the mystical white light it omits.
Enter through the ancient stained oak doors,
Pass carvings and paintings on walls.
Christmas carols are being sung,
The festive season has begun.
Faithful voices raised in joyful sound,
Smiles on faces, happiness all around.

The sun rising majestically from the east,
Seen glistening on the backs of flying geese.
Village appears bathed in a clandestine light,
Breathtaking sublime, all powerful sight.
Rabbits appear quietly from underground,
Frolic in snow drifts all around.
Christmas morning at last is here,
That extra special time of year.

Children jump eagerly from their beds,
No heed taken to what’s been said.
Parents tired from the night before,
Frantically dash for their bedroom door.
Not quick enough, they come tumbling in,
Exploding with excitement, what a din!
Nothing to do but join in the fun,
For Christmas time has just begun.

Breda Ware

Christmas Lost

I held your hand as we walked around,
Still wearing that ridiculous crown.
From out of the cracker along with a joke,
Reminding me how strange are folk.

A Christmas tree we’d come to buy,
Searching out with my beady eye.
A fine blue spruce straight and true,
Full figured, not skinny it will do.

Taking in smells, sights and sounds,
Sprigs of holly and mistletoe found.
Hot toddy sampled, not too bad!
At times this season makes me sad.

Family parties when I was young,
With neighbours, were so much fun.
Simple pleasures:
Forgotten all over, done.

Chestnuts on a brazier glowing red,
Reminds me that I’ve not been fed.
I settle for hot chocolate instead,
Nearly home it’s way past my bed.

I held your hand as we walked around,
Still wearing that ridiculous crown.
Sweet memories buried in the ground,
Silent, lost the seasons familiar sound.

Breda Ware

Dark Night

 Tramping along a winding path,
In the dead of night.
The full moon she follows me,
Shinning ghostly white.
Casting bright shafts, illuminating light.

Rabbit’s glazed eyes,
Feeding through the night.
In an instance hurriedly,
Scarper, bolt from sight.
Hind legs thump out warnings, with all their might.

Jack Frost casting his net upon the ground.
Stealth like encroaching,
Afghan fauna all around.
Underfoot producing a crunching, crisp sound.

A proud stag barks loudly for a mate.
I push on it’s getting late,
Climbing over a five bar gate.
Steadfastly on I go, ignoring the gently falling snow.

The deep dark forest,
Temptress, she beckons me.
Axe in my hand to source a fine tree.
Thieving mongrel,
That’s little ole me.

Breda Ware Continue reading

November-December Topic – Advent

Dear Poets

Advent is knocking on the door so let’s share some poems about this enchanting time of the year.

Advent: the time to listen for footsteps – you can’t hear footsteps when you’re running yourself.” Bill McKibben

Marie, Jarek and Adam


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