Happiness is not on the face of a clown, They always have a permanent frown. Happiness is something you just have inside. But in people I know, it knows how to hide. So, give us a smile, no, give us a grin, Showing you're happy, is not yet a sin, Big hearty laughs, so your …
Category: Rhymes
The Confusion of Adolescence.
22nd June 2021 Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Let’s celebrate the celibate, those who have not cherished, Or lived, or lain in sinful pose, or loved before they perished? Remember those who cannot love, because great pain it causes, Who hesitate at every touch with long and stiffened pauses. Forget not those who live to …
Wolf Moon
Photo by Vincent Peters on Pexels.com Did you see the wolf moon rise? Dazzling watchers of the winter skies. Did you feel your blood turn chill? As a full moon rose over snow-capped hill. Did you hear the howling in the night? A blood curdling scream to give a fright. Did you hear that panting …
Everlasting Twaddle
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Everlasting twaddle, Everlasting twat. Everlasting wobble, Everlasting this and that. Everlasting gobstopper? Surely that’s a piece of clay. Everlasting tedium? Now that’s a groundhog day. Twaddle, twat, wobble, that, A list of words you think. Perhaps they are an anagram? Or another crossword link. Think on it and Think on …
All Hallows Eve.
October ends with Halloween A pointless celebration. For ghosts and ghouls do not exist ‘cept in imagination. All Hallows Eve, its proper name The night before all saint’s day. To celebrate the saints of old And I would just like to say. Halloween is just not us, Imported from the States. And of the many …
Miss Tickle
As Monty Python used to say, and now for something completely different. This is not my normal style, most of the poems you will find on my page are quite serious, some spiritual, some dark, some, according to my friend Laurence, just weird. (I'm mentioning Laurence just to see if he actually reads this stuff …
The Potters Wheel.
A Poem for National Poetry Day 2020 on October 1st. Photo by Antoni Shkraba Studio on Pexels.com The potter sits at his spinning wheel hands slippery with water and clay. Thumbs dig deep as his fingers feel a bowl curling up on the way. It pleases him to see its form, with its wafer thin …
Look to your own future…
Photo by Oleg Magni on Pexels.com A crystal ball? An amazing tool, it can be believed by any fool. Makes up the future, the now and past, and it can not tell you how long you’ll last. It can only tell you that now you live, that you’re here now, that you believe that there …
Autumnal tones and winter.
Photo by Ian Beckley on Pexels.com Joseph’s coat of many colours, looks pale beside the autumn leaves. Summers days all clad in green, so mundane ‘gainst late year eves. Golden hues from beige to crimson, crisp and fresh on dew soaked grounds. Carried on late summer breezes, blocking byways, forming mounds. Autumn, fall, what e'er …
