Wednesday, 31 March 2010


Just finished it was time to relax
put the pen away go on vacation
the deadline was met for once
I'm happy with this situation.

Jump in the car and head out
to peace and solitude
had enough of the Rat race for now
and peoples attitude.

Tuesday, 30 March 2010


The only thing I hear
is raindrops hitting  the glass
farthest from my mind
is the pain which I amass.

Deep as it cuts, it never can  mend
and casts more doubts in my heart
solitude is a thing I can never face
so much so we are apart.

Monday, 29 March 2010


Late again what do we do?
Traffic held up
another long queue
glance at your watch
nerves uptight
engine getting hot
flashing a red light.

Cars moving slowly
legs stiff and sore
radio blaring loudly
vibes hit the floor
Clutch up clutch down
brakes always used
shouting and screaming
people being abused.

Sunday, 28 March 2010


Sunday is a day that everyone rests
no more work, no more tests
wash the car, do some chores
play with the wee one ,on all fours!

Take the dog a very long walk
no more worries no watching the clock
get in the garden kill some weeds
tidy the shrubs, sow some seeds.

Saturday, 27 March 2010


Standing by the window
tears flow from my eyes
losing you was criminal
but hardly a surprise.

I met you many years ago
I grew up with you here
 now I’m hopeless without you
as I  shed another tear.

Friday, 26 March 2010



Todays theme represents the Mums and Dads in the family, you have worked hard all week, Saturday night comes, Your hubby is taking you out for a meal, from experience, lol this is what happens.

Does my bum look big
in this here dress?
Will you do me a favor dear
give it a press?

What time are we due
at the restaurant tonight?
you booked it for seven?
that wasn't too bright!

Thursday, 25 March 2010


Delicate flowers
swaying freely
amid a windy backdrop
slight protection
behind a broken wall
being saved by stone
sunshine opening buds
swollen by the heat
desperate to bloom
petals still strong
newly formed.

Wednesday, 24 March 2010


It all started out well
Pa was respected by all
the Boss he worked for liked him
but pa was in for a fall!

One night his inquisitive son
wanted to know were his Pa would go
always wondering what he did
keen, yet determined to know.

Tuesday, 23 March 2010


The atmosphere is thick
you need eyes at the back of your head
take your eyes off the ball
and your sure to be dead.

Women's covered faces
expressionless and cold
tears run from their eyes
women who once were bold.

Terror covers the streets
young men pass on rusted bikes
not knowing who to trust
trying to cover dislikes.

Bombs going off in far away streets
screams can be heard for miles
camouflaged by smoky fields
and bodies lying in piles.

Our unit Cowering for terrorists
everyone is on edge
a man jumps from a towered building
jumping from a ledge.

Fires are everywhere, smoke is thick
this place never sees the light
we have been here for years now
and everyday is a fight.

Hospitals are full of wounded people
medicine is scarce and low
doctors covered in blood and sinew
running but nowhere to go.

Bodies are piled up ready to burn
its a nightmare and no one will waken
children wounded as young as five
faces ashen and breaking.

They have won their freedom or so they think
a tyrant has been ousted at last
but soldiers will always be watching them
to get rid of terrorism and fast.

I wrote this poem just when the Iraq War had ended joyous times for the people but sadly the killing and wounding would not end there and sadly it goes on to this day, we wonder whether there will ever be peace in Iraq to allow our Soldiers to come home to their families, lets hope so.

Do you have anyone serving in Iraq or know of anyone? how long have they served?

Picture courtesy of Google

Monday, 22 March 2010


I cannot live like this for long
being unable to have my own child
I often dream of what might be
if I had been quiet not wild.

The opportunity came for me
I couldn't resist this chance
perhaps this would be the end of me
a phase, a passing glance.

Saturday, 20 March 2010


Darkness falls upon the village
birds don't sing anymore
except an owl hooting loudly
and the shriek of the rampant wild boar.

The last person lived till ninety four
the rest died before they were twenty
caused by a witch burned to the stake
after her they died a plenty.

Thursday, 18 March 2010


Have you ever met a friend
who brightens up your day?
ever made them feel needed
in your own special way?

Have you ever wondered how
you could survive without your friends?
ever told them often enough
you think they set new trends?

Wednesday, 17 March 2010


Darkness fell so quickly tonight
the sun had set  fast
the world felt an awkward place
all that was heard was a blast.

The plane had landed with only one wheel
the others failed to engage
the pilot tried to land securely
with a co pilot full of rage.

Tuesday, 16 March 2010


The frost slowly melts on the window pane
as the warmth is lovely inside
the temperature is lowing the trees are now resting
as our cat snuggles lovingly beside.

The warmth of the fire glowing with light
is magical, a sight to behold
safe and warm inside my home
away from the wintry cold.

Sunday, 14 March 2010


The old lady was delighted
this was the love of her life
at last she was able to buy one
this machine would end her strife.

She always wanted to have one
a microwave would make things easy
she could now prepare an omelette
and make it nice and cheesy.

Saturday, 13 March 2010


Whilst walking along
the street one night
I came across a wondrous sight
A lady aglow in an aura of light.

She looked so very real to me
I walked towards her shaking
her charm was mesmerizing
could my eyes be faking?

Her dress was of a distant past
hair was long and dark
the street was lit from her glow
whilst heading for the park.

She walked along a darkened path
apparel trailing on the ground
smiling beautifully as she walked
did she want to be found?.

I walked close behind her
the moonlight shone the way
I tried to stop and talk to her
still shocked with nothing to say.

Her bodice was colored blood red
barely clad but felt no cold
wondering how she managed to walk
how will this mystery unfold.

Stunned by her beauty
I followed her for hours
glancing around every now and then
she engulfed me with her powers.

Eventually she would stop and stare
at a decrepit abandoned shack
still floating as if magical
she did not leave a track.

Eyes fixed on the shack
tears ran from her eyes
she pointed to an inscription
and looked in shocked surprise.

Directed by her trance
to the notice on the door
the light was slowly fading
 it was hard to read once more

Reaching for a match
the message was unclear
the writing was of scripture
how long had this been here?

Her name was Nancy Smith
she died in a tragic way
in 1840 at this time
her life was taken away.

She died from a horrible fire
no one had tried to assist
human life was worth nothing then
death was always dismissed.

Knowing she needed someone to help
she strolled the streets at night
but until now she never got her wish
she could not reach the light.

I said a prayer for Nancy
to allow her soul to rest
then set fire to the remaining shell
I felt it was for the best.

Three nights later I returned
flowers covered the spot
Nancy at rest peacefully now.
the remains of her forgot.

Nancy's soul was rested
she eventually won her fight
to this day no girl was seen

with a glow of yellow light.

I wrote this poem a few years ago, and forgot to post it, this is haunting, I am a believer in people not finding the light so to speak and left in limbo, strange things happen, some explained some unexplained.

Do you believe in ghosts? have you seen one? have you experienced the paranormal? I have....

Friday, 12 March 2010


We’re all going to the zoo today
Excitement adorns us in a brand new way.
Lions, Tigers, Seals, and giraffes
Penguins,snakes all here today.

Children laughing at the Lions roar
as the Polar bear dives in for fish
Monkeys playing on old chewed ropes
as the peacocks eat out of a dish'

Wednesday, 10 March 2010


I get bored looking at your face
when I strive to make you the best
Go out of my way to advance you
sometimes win but then its a test.

Why do I change you all the time?
when you could be happy as you are
we have come along nicely together
but I need to push you far.

Tuesday, 9 March 2010


Your like a torch that shines in the night
your like a baby who's smile is so bright
your like an Angel sent from above
your like all that is good about love.

Your like a storm that gets out of hand
your like a farmer who tills all his land
your like a flower that smells so divine
your like a rebellion that gets out of line.

Monday, 8 March 2010


Dedicated to Gerardine Baugh

Mountains tall, rivers fast,
Trees standing proud, flowers that last,
Whistling birds, melodic in tune,
High towered sand, shaped like a dune'

Waterfalls pure, sweet smelling air,
Animals living, without human scare,
Sounds of nature in its own domain,
Growth so thick, because of the rain'

Fish a plentiful, in rivers of gold,
never to be caught, ending up sold,
Unspoilt land, can it be true?
Where grass is so green, and sky’s are blue.

The only sound is life at peace
days so long a slow release
nature going wild left alone
no exhausts or a telephone.

Fruit bearing trees tall and proud
enough to eat well your allowed!
no taxes,laws, just animal rules
were nothing matters not even fools.

No fear or loss just a slow pace
far from everything and the rat race
wake up in the morning to fresh cool air
living off the land and all it can spare.

Tall green grass no need for mowing
viewing for miles the sun is glowing
wild flowers growing carpeted throughout
even if its arid, or a lenghty drought.

Visted by the few, unspoilt land
no one knows your here don't understand
like a land far away no maps to find
lost in time, left behind.

I dedicate this poem to a wonderful friend called Gerardine Baugh, you all know her, she is a fantastic writer of Nature as well as poems, Gerardines stories of Nature are fascinating, she loses you in a kind of twilight zone, were all around is country life, animal activity and beauty. This poem reflects how Gerardine sees her "little world" and long may it continue.

for fascinating Nature stories, please visit Gerardine, she is now also including her own pictures and videos for our pleasure 

Do you love unspoilt land? do you live in the Country? have you ever come across an area you never saw before and was fascinated by the fact its unspolit?

Sunday, 7 March 2010


Carved out in stone
in a centralised place
you flash and smile at me
shaking and sweating
nervous and twitching
you know its gonna be.

Cowering around you
like a scared old man
tempting me with your lights
watching all the people
amassing behind me
looking out for heads wearing tights.

Saturday, 6 March 2010


The night went as well as expected
small branches brushed against the wooden windows
as if a small animal was scratching to get in
light winds blew whistling in a falsetto fashion
the clock ticked merrily in its encased antique wood
chiming every half hour just to remind us it was still there.

The house rattled as if it was being taken from its founds
lifted by a giant and placed back on the very spot it arose from
trickling drips of water landing in the sink like depth charges
making sure it was heard above all other sounds
like stereo effects in a surround sound system
on a wide screem movie feature.

Friday, 5 March 2010


Fridays are full of fun
over at Amy's place
also we join the Petersons
all in one loving space.

Friday is a time to write
about your family past
or maybe even the future
you know its gonna last.

Thursday, 4 March 2010


How can we make friends never seen
from a keyboard, internet , computer screen?
people we allow into our lives
someone's husband,  sisters, or wives!

Before we know them we learn to trust
let them in,  all or bust.
tell them things we would not do
in a strange place, outside, would you?

Wednesday, 3 March 2010


An old woman cried all through the night,
For she lost four sons in a bloody fight,
Their voices still heard, in a distant past,
Born so quickly, and died so fast.

Fought for freedom, a right to survive,
Worked so hard, to stay alive,
Born in tyranny, starving and meek,
Women and children, hungry and weak.

Tuesday, 2 March 2010


Aye hen the bairn is oot
Caught his laddie full o soot
Ben the skullery wash yer nut
Efter yer dad has played his putt.

Yer sister kens the lassie Betty
Her mans iy oot and awfy sweaty
Eyes like peeholes in the snaw
The Polis came he shot the craw.

Monday, 1 March 2010


I worked hard all my life
was successful at my field
hard as a businessman
never did I yield.

Fifty years of slaving
building up my life
being lucky to have children
and a loving wife.