I am delighted to share my first poem for the website with you. I hope you enjoy reading it!
I wrote ‘At My Expense’ during the first days of the MPs expenses scandal in 2009.
My wifes friend at work was going on about how her hubby could make up a poem out of anything. My wife, not to be outdone, said I could too. So I was set a challenge, to come up with a poem that contained two statements of fact.
This is what my daughter read out for me at Doreen's funeral. I couldn’t do it myself so wrote a bit of an intro for her to introduce it.
A certain person was annoying me, so ladies, I wrote this little ditty about some of the men in our lives, Bless 'em(not)
Mentally strolling down memory lane while writing my memoir My Gentle War, I thought of all the fun I had rummaging in Grandma Havard's 'clothes box' as a six/seven year-old.
Two Poems - My Mistake (The Death Of Love) I Held You (Love Won Then Lost, But The Memories Live On)
Here are two poems which I hope you will enjoy.
In Dreams is the story of love gone wrong and a man’s realisation that he has used up all of his final, last chances.
Now that Spring has arrived, I hope you are amused by this poem. Both men and women who have read this have said "How did you know what my (my husband's) shed looked like. All I can say is I've been there!
Derek Coles and Norman Turner
I came across this 'song' in the Daily Express last Saturday 12th March. Jennifer has kindly allowed me to share it with you. The lyrics trip along quite nicely to the suitably cheery tune of My Favourite Things from The Sound Of Music. One. two, three.....
Here are three short autobiographical poems for you to read. I hope you enjoy them!
I've always been fascinated by the sea. I love the feeling of calmness that washes over me as I gaze at it from the shore or from the deck of a ship.
Here are three short poems to start off 2016. I hope you enjoy reading them.
I have recently put together a selection of my poems written over the last ten years or so. I am mostly selling these for our local Cancer Support Centre.The poems are mainly light hearted and I hope will amuse. The book entitled "PROSAITRY" is divided into various sections, one of which is Christmas so here is a one poem which might resonate with readers at this time of year.
Here is a humorous short poem to remind us of ageing!
A poem to share with you all. I hope you enjoy reading it!
Early in the week, for whatever reason...I received a couple of DOZEN requests to Skype men. Among them, THREE 'GENERALS'? a Deputy General...a 'Sir' and a doctor. Only two women made the same request. I have no intention of Skyping any of them...
Would you like to be a 'Time' Traveller? A poem I have written recalls previous eras.
We all remember that dreadful day on 11th September 2001. Here is a short poem I have written to share with you all.
A poem I would like to share with you.
Elizabeth Bailey has shared with us a poem that her mother wrote on July 6th 2015. She is 94 and stricken with Alzheimers.
This poem was meant for my greyhound friends, but applies to all rescued pets.
Snow Maidens, a Star and an unknown quantity - read on!
Hush little baby
Where the tree-top grows
Lost lonely moonbeam
Where a dark light glows.
Three excellent poems from Joy: one about Spring, one about the gun and one about Charlotte Bronte.
We all need a cleaning fairy!! Here is a witty poem from Suzanne Eaton
Red feathers puffed against ice-crystal,
All is quiet.
White shivers across the grass,
As branches glisten in the morning light -
Don't Be Sad
Think not that I am happy in this parting we must share,
Although I'm not sad going don't think that I don't care,
Here are a couple of silly poems to lighten things up a bit!
"I was twelve in 1944 and had returned briefly from evacuation to be with Mum just before she had my third brother. Dear little Royce Kenneth was born in a London hospital and they kept Mum in for two weeks."
It was studying for an OU Diploma in Literature in Creative Writing five years ago, which rekindled my love of poetry, both of writing and reading it. I signed up for the course because I wanted to push myself beyond my usual comfort zone and whilst I've always dabbled with writing poetry, it had been a long time since I'd produced any for outside scrutiny. Although I've collected many volumes of poetry over the years, it was also an utter joy to have the opportunity to immerse myself in other writers' work.
Red and plastic ribbons
Falter in the suffocating breeze,
Glimpses of over-stacked tins,
Torn cardboard boxes,
Tight and high with rice and couscous.
I'm 60 on the out
But I'm 35 on the in
and that's what it's all about
My brain still works
even tho my body is a bit slow
and I love a conundrum or two
even tho' my eyes are starting to go
A wisp of purple
Flashes in a practised bend,
As the twist of a nut-brown wrist
Unfurls and curls,
Plucking with a brisk tear,
The weeds that greedily encase the single flower
That seeks her nurture and care.
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