Rhymes or Reason

Here's another poem I wrote. This one's about Morning Glory, in all its connotations!!

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The sight of a huge morning glory they say
can brighten up even the darkest of days
as well as the petals shaped just like a heart
the trumpet shaped flower's another main part

Some form a vine that can twine for support
while others stand proud, like a king they hold court
but while on the subject I really must mention
the lone soldier boy as he stands to attention

Like a ramrod he stands with his head held up high
with his big shiny helmet and one staring eye
his weapon is stiff and his voice it is mute
the impression he gives is one of salute

So the private parades that he's ready for action
and those who are watching him see his attraction
it's all they can do to contain their reaction
they know that when needed he gives satisfaction

So they long to take part in a pleasant transaction
but he can't relax, not even a fraction
to do so might be an unwanted distraction
that gets in the way of a strong interaction

Now standing alone means he could be ignored
not pampered and feted, loved and adored
to stand there frustrated by sight and by sound
as those who would touch him move on all around

To rise and to shine as they get out of bed
how many will stop and see his fine head
his big shining helmet, his one little eye
as they open the curtains to look at the sky

He arose in the dark like the lark in the morn
but surveying the sky as he stands there forlorn
he longs to be taken in hand to keep warm
somewhere away from the cold of the storm

So with quiet dignity he sheds a tear
a salty wet raindrop shining and clear
it rolls from his eye and slowly descends
from his head to his body and on to the end
of his rigid erection, that stands like a bone
to do what he's here for, why he was grown
to bring others joy for the new day ahead
not slowly to shrink till he's flaccid and dead

So the soldier erect in his loneliness stands
he wishes for nothing but warm loving hands
and kisses to let him know he's really home
planted with love on the top of his dome


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There's more where that one came from, but probably not so rude.

 

That is NOT rude. xxx

 

Glad you think that, others may disagree I'm sure, but I thought it described a sad and lonely little soldier, standing to attention and hoping his relief will be along soon.

 

Awww it will soon be Christmas surprises. xxx

 

Here's a very short ditty I knocked up yesterday on the spur of the moment, when a young lady sent me a photo of herself, along with the message "Good Morning!"
As a reply I wrote the following and sent it to her.

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Up and proud
no hanging around
the day moves along
so sing a bright song
then shower and dress
forget all the rest
they can do their own thing
while you hum and you sing
your happiness shines
all around you the lines
of your loveliness stretch
for others to fetch
and carry today
while you fly away!

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Where it came from I've no idea, but the photo of her in the shower just prompted the words there and then.

 

Here's a short ditty about the action going on in my back garden as I sit here looking out of the window.

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I've just watched a cat doing this doing that
ginger all over but with a white tail
he waited while magpies walked around or they sat
with a little grey squirrel each morn without fail

they come to my garden to eat all the food
I put out on the cast iron table
where they can all eat their fill from the pale wood
of the platter that sits there quite stable

each evening I fill it with nuts and with seed
and each morning they come to the feast
so the cat thought he'd join them coz he felt a need
despite being a pet he's still really a beast

so he sat on the shed roof and watched the melee
with tail swishing from side to side
then pounced when he saw they were looking away
but they fled and took moments to hide

so he wandered away with his tail swishing still
sweeping the wet tiles below
then the pigeons arrived and they're taking their fill
where the cat is now nobody knows

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I know it's not much, but it's a dreary old morning outside, so I thought I'd put fingers to keyboard and see if I could get the old rhyming cells to work.

 

I have too many jumpers
It really is chore
Trying to put them all way
Only to go out and buy some more
My hubby thinks I'm crazy
With all the clothes I buy
I just frown and carry on
But then I must just sigh

 

The sun's gone down it's the end of the day
time to put all my toys away
now is the time to start making dinner
can't really cook but I do know a winner

tuna pasta bake is the dish of the day
when she comes home I know what she'll say
my favourite food it's all warming and cheesy
and to make it is just so simple and easy

when can we have this again my good man
the next time I get some chopped toms in a can
coz this time I made it with just some sweet corn
that's all I could find in the fridge to adorn
an otherwise boring meal of fish and pasta
I can't magic it up, and I'm not Jan Canasta

so eat it up now and then sit there and rest
and settle yourself into your chair like a nest
and I'll make some coffee to wash it all down
then snooze while we digest with a smile not a frown

the evening rolls on and soon it's time for bed
up the old staircase to lay down your head
the land of nod beckons isn't it boring
we will be out for the count and both snoring

 

Wonderful. X
Time to get festive. X

 

I was watching the grey fingers of cloud as they slowly drifted across the sky earlier and quickly jotted down the poem below.

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Grey fingers of mist creep across the blue sky
the weather's too windy today it would seem
for me to go out to my plane for to fly
to look down on England so lush and so green

the winter is here but no snow is forecast
the birds can still feed from the berries and seeds
that lie on the ground at the place they fell last
I watch as they forage in tall grass and weeds

but soon we will see those heavy snow clouds
drifting across as we watch from the window
they blot out the sun, turn the sky to a shroud
white flakes will swirl from the snow clouds the wind blows

the land will be covered like a sheet on the bed
the animals lost in their new white surround
the birds will still forage I'll throw them some bread
I hope that next year they can still come around

but Christmas will be here and then all to soon
it's gone from our sight and is now in the past
I see next year's coming in my vision it looms
as I age the years just seem to fly by so fast

will I get to fly again sometime next year
who knows what in this world the future may hold
all I can do now is hope we all hear
we can get back to living the normality of old

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Here's one I wrote back in 2015. It's called 'Today's Offering' and was just that at the time.

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Today arrives in mottled hues
Of pinks and greys and browns and blues
The office rings with work untold
And managers put phones on hold

Meanwhile looking back a while
Memories can raise a smile
Of how things were back in the day
When paper filled the office tray

When old time singers sang the blues
Of iron rails where iron shoes
On steaming locomotives ran
On networks that the country span

The smoke stack billowed out the news
Of goods and people on the move
From here to there and there to here
To meet with those whom we hold dear

On platforms baggage handlers run
In rain and snow and wind and sun
To carry bags and toys and bikes
For cousin Tim and uncle Mike

Across the country on the rails
Ride all this and Royal mails
Letters carried in their sacks
By railway workers on their backs

And loaded in the sorting carriage
Go pics of someone’s daughter’s marriage
Mixed with gas and water dues
And jewellery and pairs of shoes
Soon workers pack them all in bundles
And on its way the post train trundles

Yesterday you posted these
From Basingstoke and Old Wives Lees
Now early in the morning post
In letterboxes coast to coast
Bills and news of great aunt Mabel
Land upon the kitchen table

Dad picks up the morning post
And reads the mail while eating toast
Then off to work in plain walled room
To watch as more big crises loom
Of paper mountains always growing
While the work itself is slowing

What he hopes for is a way
To sweep the paper piles away
But then one day we know he’ll see
On his desk a new PC
And soon he’ll do his work so fast
He must find ways to make it last

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Just love your poems. xxxx

 

Just looked out the window at the sheets of rain pattering on the window and thought of this;

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Oh Saturday sadder day, wet and so wild
you blow me around like a spoilt winter's child
you send sheets of water to batter the pane
it feels more like sleet than cold hard rain

when will you stop and give us a rest
I know that today you're not at your best
but surely it's Christmas and we need a break
so leave us our lawn not a fresh water lake

it's time we went shopping to get the last gift
for those we've forgotten, to give them a lift
so they can remember that we're still here
it's just what they'll need to give them some cheer

so go away now and come back when we ask
you know we still need you to water the grass
but too much is more than we need this cold day
so do as we beg you and please go away

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Happy Saturday!

 

Love it. Xxxx

 

Just got up and came downstairs to look out at the sunny day, with clear skies and small white fluffy things racing across the sky. 'Must be windy if sheep are out flying!' I thought as I surveyed the scene, then I settled down to write the little ditty below. It's called 'Christmas Post'.

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Christmas Eve is here at last
it's almost time to break our fast
break out the sweets and rich mince pies
a cornucopia for the eyes (psst, look it up!)

soon we'll be feasting like there's no tomorrow
but we'll be so skint we'll have to borrow
to see us through the week ahead
but 'Never mind that!' the postman said

'Here's your gifts and Christmas cards'
we replied, 'Now don't you work too hard!'
with that the postman dressed in red
waved and went next door instead

the children watched him go and smiled
does he have that effect on every child?
do they understand the job he does
bringing hope and news and joy for us

but on he goes his merry way
somehow cheerful every day
he whistles as he walks along
and sometimes breaks into a song

we hear him on his daily round
while most of us are sleeping sound
he's out there trudging in all weather
in flannel shorts and shoes of leather

up with the lark most every day
he bags his post then on his way
his round is busy this time of year
we should invite him in for a beer

he might appreciate the gesture
that's not to say he'd stop to rest for
even a moment to whet his whistle, no
not when there's a lady with mistletoe

waiting for his morning call
she's in her dressing gown in the hall
with hair brushed neatly back from her face
she listens for his friendly pace

and when the knock comes on the door
she's there with a kiss and maybe more
for the last call on his round has come
now he can rest, he's reached his home

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OK! That's your lot till after Christmas, so have a good time and stay safe, and I'll be back again some time next week. Cheers!

 

Love it. Xxxx

 

Hello again, got bored with lying in this morning, so came down and jotted down this little ode. It's called 'The Sales Are Here!', so guess what it's about?

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Now Christmas Day has come and gone
the New Year sales will soon be on
we'll struggle with coats and hats and gloves
and try to keep warm as we travel in droves
along to the shops to join in the melee
with all the rest of them on Boxing Day

the poor shop assistants look weary already
not long from their beds they still aren't ready
for the onslaught of shoppers all red in the face
who grab what they can, coz they think it's a race
to get at the bargains before the next man
I swear when the doors opened some of them ran!

they rush to the aisles to search for the cheap
and grab what they can to buy and to keep
then off to their homes to boast of their booty
they parade in their finery nose up and snooty
thrilled at the bargains they managed to bag
even though to those watching it looks like old rag

every year is the same when the rush starts to form
when Christmas time's over it's back to the norm
of hustle and bustle and bargain and haggle
to get what we can, so it's best not to straggle
or you'll miss the best buys, the cream of the crop
and the price will be double the next time you shop!

then January rolls around into the frame
and the wildness of Christmas our money has claimed
so it's back to the grindstone to pay for it all
and save for our holidays, hot beaches call
they bid us to join them when Summer comes round
so we'll scrimp and we'll scrape just to save a few pound

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Phew, that's better! I've got that off my chest,
now for a nice cup of coffee and a well earned rest!

 

I must go out and look at these so called sales.

 

Just thought of another one. I guess this one will have to be called 'Eek!'

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Got up this morning and then thought Eek!
New Year's Eve is only next week
what can I do to ring in the new year
who can I ask to join with me here?

after all, with all the restrictions in place
it's getting hard now to even see a new face
knowing where to look is what it's all about
I wonder if I should just stand up and shout?

Who in the town would even hear me make noise
just the odd feral cat and a group of young boys
stood on the corner with fags in their pockets
jangling loose change and cleaning the sprockets

on the wheels of their bikes that they use to ride
from home to the shops for more ciggies to hide
from parents and coppers and anyone else
who might tell them off for hurting their health

So onward and upward the old saying goes
we'll be in next year before we even know it
then what will happen is down to the gods
and who knows what they think the uncaring sods!

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I wanted to go out today and look around some shops
Then I heard some awful news, the variant made some stops
So my town will be heading into another Tier
It really makes me shudder, living life in fear
So inside my house, I will stay, hoping for a better day
At least I have this forum, a place where I can play