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The Tax Man
Here comes the man, with his hand outstretched. He heard you’ve got money he hasn’t had yet. He says its his now – You say, “Wanna bet? You’ll get blood out a stone before you get a cent”.
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Dog Food – A Poem
My dog won’t eat his food, he wants the same as me. I look into his big brown eyes and say “That cannot be – I went up to the shops and bought you all the tins – But now it would appear you don’t want whats within. I cannot make you burgers, Spaghetti is…
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Signs of Ageing
Is it a sign you’re getting older When the year just passes by And in the middle of November You wish it was July? Is it a sign you’re getting older When the ice is not your friend Its just harder to get up Because your back and knees won’t bend? Is it a sign…
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Picture This
If you were asked to draw your life, In colours, size and shape, Would it be a quick wee doodle, Or some great big landscape? Would you try and mix the colours, Or stick to what you know? Would you pour out all your feelings, Or never let them show? Would you draw it in…
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Small Town Friend
‘Try to smile’, I tell myself, Look friendly, It might work this time round. Say ‘hello’ Oh, she’s talking to her friend. Can they see me? Theres a space, get in and look interested. No, they don’t see you, Never mind, someone will – soon. No, here’s her sister. Didn’t know they were related, Explains…
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It’s Raining – Again
I see outside it’s raining Just like the day before. The forecast says tomorrow Will bring us even more. The grass is needing cut Some weeds are fully grown “More jobs I am behind with” I hear my conscience moan. I need to clean the car out, I meant to paint the gate. Some fruit…
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Not Giving Up
It can be hard to focus on the things we need to see. Knowing and doing are not the same. Its easy to give up when things go wrong… Stop. Step back. Breath. It’s still there. The Good. It’s all still there. Waiting for you to remember it.
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My Husband
I met you the day I stopped looking. Our souls smiled first, Because they knew. Holder of my hand, Keeper of my heart – That’s you. Time passes, And now are we not like the old gnarled tree, Whose branches show the wounds of harsh seasons? Yet strong and beautiful, Growing older together.
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Housewife?…..NO!!!
My Job Description I hate it when they ask, “what is it that you do?”, I could just say, “housewife”, but that would not be true. I’m a carer, teacher, designer, baker, A personal shopper, accountant and appointment maker. I’m a fully trained cleaner, a chauffeur and nurse, Skilled in the art of stopping things…
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The View From My Kitchen Window
I always see the plants first. The strawberries in the old wellington boot, The herbs swaying in the wind. Checking every day to see if a new flower has emerged yet. Then I see the bird house, And welcome my feathered visitors whatever the weather. Summer brings raspberries, Lining along the shed majestically. Winter shows…
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Gratitude
In the garden, in the trees, the birds are chirping. Our car breaks down and we are stranded, but the birds are chirping. The fridge-freezer failed us – again, still the birds are chirping. Some seeds won’t germinate, no matter what I do and the birds keep chirping. We have food in our bellies and…
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Tree Orchestra
Background: When I was a student many many years ago, I was in the student accommodation of the town hospital. It was a dark night and the weather wasn’t great. As I looked out of my window, watching the trees outside the following short poem sprang to mind. This is one I’ve turned into what…
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