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Dear Santa
Dear Santa Clause and all the elves I’ve written twice before. Everyone gets what they want, My letters you ignore. And so I ask again for calm, more patience and more time. You read all their letters, I’m hoping you’ll read mine. I haven’t asked for diamond rings, a bigger house, a car. In fact I…
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I don’t want to clean today
(procrastinating at Christmas) The house is needing cleaned but my motivations low. I’m seeing piles of laundry I’ve been lazy and it shows. The hoovers sitting waiting to be used on every floor, the dust is piling too I can put it off no more. But I don’t want to clean today or change my…
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Crafting His Christmas
Cards and glitter, scissors, glue, paints and pencils, some pens too. I tell our son its time for crafts, he rolls his eyes and then he laughs. “Christmas crafts”, I tell him next, he stares at me, looks perplexed. “Come and try, we’ll have some fun, you could make cards, at least do one. Do…
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Rudolph the Naughty Reindeer!
Santa’s workshops full of noise as elves work long and hard. Production lines of gifts and toys reindeer train in the yard. The magic dust has been misplaced they panic they won’t fly. A grin spreads over Rudolph’s face, he’s making Prancer cry. He heard we know about his nose and the fame went to…
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March 1998 – Going through a rough patch (Poem)
This is a poem I wrote a long time ago and I questioned whether or not I should post it here. I don’t remember what was happening at the time when I wrote it but I though it might be helpful to someone going through a rough patch – to know it is possible to come…
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In memory of John F Kennedy
I have a guest author today who has written 2 poems, in memory of John F Kennedy and Lee Harvey Oswald. Events in Dallas 60 years ago should not be forgotten and are still being investigated by many today. John F Kennedy On that fateful day in Dallas In the fall of ’63 Engraved forever…
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Trouble in the Kitchen
I thought I’d do some baking – a bread with cheese and chilli. I didn’t wear my gloves, I’ve touched my eye, now that was silly. Everythings gone blurry, It’s painful and I’m crying, I’ve walked into a door and tripped on shoes that were left lying. I hope that bread is tasty, be worth…
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Writing
If I could write every day, what on Earth would I say, that would make all the readers come and look my way? Would they want to know my thoughts on the questions they’ve all got? Or would they stick with the authors they’ve already bought? Don’t they wish for new perspective to challenge old…
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Love On The Road – a poem for Halloween
Shadows danced through the trees, like unseen nightmares, as the car passed with it’s unknowing guests. The young couple inside with their new bands of gold. Unaware of the dread that awaits them. He watches them. He’s always watched them. He waits. Exchanging stories and romantic glances, the car is scarcely large enough to contain their…
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The Hallowe’en Party (A spooky poem for Halloween!)
The lights are dimmed, the beats are loud, They’re ready for the party crowd. Open doors, invite them in; This years cocktail – ‘Bloodied Gin’. The Frankensteins are looking swell, New stitches, tightened bolts as well. They boogie in the hall for hours, Then plug themselves in for more power. The Mummy family is here,…
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I’m An Optimist
Monkey see, monkey do, but not the monkey in the zoo. You must look before you leap – tell the lemmings then the sheep. Grass might look greener over there, so don’t you look and don’t compare. That empty glass is now half full, to see both sides – a useful tool! As clouds are…