Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

28.12.14

'Present' Danger

I came across this when I was clearing out my half finished posts from ages back - a timely find really, but feel sort of mean, because I got brilliant Christmas presents this year... 



'Hope you like it!' he says and I smile politely,
(thinking that's going to be very unlikely),
and bless him, because I know he tries,
but when it comes to clothes they're never my size...
Jewellery's dodgy,
music's okay,
though I'm more Stereophonics
and he likes Doris Day.

I open my present. There's a torch inside.
'You just wind it with the handle.'
I almost cried
'So useful sweetheart, hope you like yours',
it's Rick Stein's India,
there's a pregnant pause...

'Wow…that looks just great…' He never cooks.
But he does like spice
and he does like books.

He starts fiddling with the torch and I flick through Rick Stein,
everyone's happy, it's all turned out fine.

So, I buy what I want, it's simply stress free
when a gift's from me
to you
to me.

19.6.14

Loom band loopy

Now I realise not everyone will know the joys of loom bands…. but for those who do, this may ring true….



I'd like to meet the Loom Band guy and shake him by the hand,
then cuff him with a fishtail chain made from those stretchy bands...

Yes, I KNOW they help kids concentrate and weave stuff on a loom,
but I'm sick of finding hoards of them in every single room.

They've turned up in the cat's food dish and on the loo brush doofer,
and if my lot want any more they'll find them in the hoover.



Linking up with Prose for Thought


29.5.14

Daft Bird














Mr Pheasant you're a beauty, of that there is no doubt,
just such a shame when you were made they left the brain bit out.

I see you on the road ahead and know it's time to pray
for you to leg it to the verge, not turn the other way...

But there you go, you daft old bird, charging for my car,
You dice with death, I hold my breath and think how dim you are.

Phew! It's okay! You got away. It was a little tight.
Things would be so different if you knew your left from right.



19.4.14

Foiled again

When it comes to kids and Easter eggs
no matter what you say,
the foil gets ripped to tiny shreds
that seem to go astray...

So once all eggs are eaten,
and chocolate is a chore,
there'll be shiny bright reminders
twinkling on the floor.

They somehow spread from room to room,
like Easter time confetti,
there's bound to be a few of them
stuck behind your settee.

And however much you hoover,
however much you try,
You can be sure
that sometime soon
a glint will catch you eye.




10.4.14

Ode to Croissants

Beaming crispy crescents
lying in a pile,
Hard resisting something
that looks like a smile )

The flaky bakey loveliness
sets many tums aflutter,
Possibly because they're made
with half a ton of butter.

Try not to look, to catch a smile
and focus on the bread,
But it's no use, I leave the shop
with five croissants instead.



(no prizes for guessing where we are at the moment…enjoying some sunshine and frequent visits to the Boulangerie :)

10.3.14

Dad

I haven't mentioned my lovely Dad much before; I haven't really wanted to. It just felt too personal. He had a big operation two years ago and sadly never properly recovered.

Dad battled so hard; he was so brave, but after Christmas began slipping down hill.

He lost his fight on the last day of February.

Dad rallied a little towards the end, which gave us all a chance to spend some time with him and say goodbye. Really special to have that. He knew we were there; he was calm and peaceful.

I felt I wanted to tell you, because it's such a major event in my life; because I couldn't keep something like this from my friends; because it wouldn't feel right to simply plough on with posts about making stuff from egg boxes without saying. That would be too weird.

But please don't feel you need to write back - I just want to be able to mention him from time to time, and for you to know why.

I read this at Dad's Funeral. I honestly can't remember reading it, but I'm so glad I did.


When I close my eyes, you’re holding my hand,
By the sea; smiling; sand between our toes,
I’m in your shadow looking up,
Safe, Secure, Loved.

When I close my eyes, you’re with my friends,
Laughing, joking, enjoying the attention,
Glass in your hand,
Funny, Wise, Generous,

You touched so many lives.

When I close my eyes you’re lost
and full of sadness,
swamped by waves of emotion
that ebb and flow forever.

When I close my eyes it’s your Wedding Day,
Happiness wraps round you,
Your soulmate by your side,
Love with no limits.
Adventures ahead you’d never have dreamt of,
A life full to the brim.

When I close my eyes you’re holding Sam,
a new shoot to the Tree,
Passionate and determined
like his Grandad.

You looked out for us all,
Guiding, advising,
Practical, sensible,
Unfailingly honest.

When I close my eyes you’re at peace,
Released from the pain.
You slipped away surrounded by love,
Nothing left unsaid.

Always in our hearts.

5.6.13

I See You Two


The eyes have it,
wouldn't you say?
Whatever she's feeling
they give it away.
Excited, sad,
hard to disguise,
glinting there
in her big blue eyes.


The Gallery theme this week is Two

28.12.12

Christmas Calories


For a few days over Christmas
Behold! A magic treat,
for calories simply disappear
from everything I eat.

So it's ok to go to town
and feast on festive fare,
because it's about as fattening
as gobbling up thin air...

I burrow into tins of sweets
find ham and cheese to munch,
it really doesn't seem that bad
frying Christmas pud for brunch.

Guilt takes a break this time of year
and self-control goes too,
no tricky choices to be made,
sure, it's all good for you!

And something makes me go and buy
triple what's enough,
so to be fair it's only right 
that someone eats the stuff.

But soon the spell is broken,
it was magic while it lasted,
and something's happened to my tum,
can't see my big feet past it.