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Is It Time?
My eyes flick from the window to the box, again and again. Could I get away with it? This question runs through my mind like a daring thief. The box sits there, teasing me taunting me…. ‘You know you want to’, it whispers. I know those whispers will get louder. I’m tempted to open the…
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A Winters Day
Darkness falls temperature falls snow falls and the time goes on, as shadows die the sun will rise and the birds will wake to sing their morning song – “Up, up and live this day”!
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Welcoming January
Hello old friend. I know things can’t be easy for you, coming after such an exciting month. You get all the blame don’t you? You’re too cold, everyone’s broke or ill – hardly your fault. You try to bring more light. You give the bulbs that chill they need, then Spring gets all the credit…
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I haven’t forgotten You (A poem for Christmas)
It seems to start earlier every year, as pumpkins are sold next to Santas. Glittery ornaments everywhere, gift sets, tinsel and Grinches abound. The weather gets colder – hats, gloves and scarves, packets of cards bought and scribbled, trees, baubles and lights – bigger every year. The gifts, the treats, the cake and wine, movies…
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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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Playing with words
Creation is the reason all the writers keep on breathing. Painting pictures with their words from dramatic to absurd * * * * * * * * * * * S sad C can’t L lovely L life M mouth R really A and O offers I is Y yawn U utterly V vast L…
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