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Category Archives: Poems
On the day of the World War 1 centenary I looked at my young sons and just couldn’t imagine them going to war
For the Boys Who Went to War (and the childhood they left behind) For the boys who went to war Their childish dreams aglow Of fighting with their friends, So little did they know. So little had they lived To know what … Continue reading
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Tagged battle, boy, child, childhood, first world war, gun, soldier, the great war, World War 1
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Happiness sometimes ups and leaves without warning. I wonder where it goes? A poem.
Happiness; do you ever find that sometimes, for no obvious reason, your happiness just disappears. I wonder do we understand this any better as an adult compared with our childhood? I’ve gone to find my happy place, I had it … Continue reading
Pick your own…well if you insist but it seems a little impolite. A poem
‘Pick Your Own’…I’ve often wondered about that line When I see the announcement on a roadside sign. It seems somehow rude, like ‘shut-up’ or ‘bum’ But then my sons often say “you’re too sensitive mum”. But it does seem quite … Continue reading
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Tagged currants, Dorset, farm, fresh fruit, Fruit, gooseberry, pick your own, raspberry, strawberry
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Is it always you? It’s always me. A humorous lavatorial quandary
I wonder Why’s it always me? Or so it seems to be. Whenever I go in I never can begin To do the things they do, Until I’ve sourced anew A fresh supply of white So soft and fairy light, … Continue reading
A poem dedicated to the sons and daughters who have lost their father to dementia & couldn’t say Happy Fathers’ Day
I miss having to buy a card, I miss having to think what to say, I miss phoning you to let you know You’re special on Fathers’ Day. I missed the last two years of your life, I missed your … Continue reading
Rain drops keep falling on my head…after another soggy day in May I’m beginning to wonder if the rain will ever stop.
It’s not so much the weeping leaf Or branches lowered in summer grief. It’s not the puddles filling up Making streams and drains erupt. It’s not the tear stained window pane Or soggy lawn and bogged terrain. It’s not the … Continue reading
The European and Local Council Election. Why your single vote counts.
Did you cast your vote today So that you can have your say? Or did you sit at home and think What’s the point, the whole lot stink? They never do a thing for me They sit on high so … Continue reading
Spider Art…a mathematical formula or random weaves? I love a spider’s web first thing.
How many minutes, how many hours do you take to weave Your sticky threads, a ladder stretched; you leave A ready trap to capture passing prey. I wonder if there is a ‘best time of the day’ When you are sure … Continue reading
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Tagged capture, fly, prey, silk, spider, spider's web, sticky threads, thread
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To mark World Poetry Day & as it’s sunny, a poem in praise of the sun, that may not always shine but is definitely always there.
I do not come and go by choice, my destiny lies elsewhere I rise and set as Nature chose, with diligence and care. Some days my golden glow is dulled by cloudy skies but yet I always rise in the east … Continue reading
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Tagged golden glow, happy, poem, poetry, sunny days, sunshine, warmth, world poetry day
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