Poetry has long been a passsion. A way of getting in touch with language. A way to play with words and there are some wonderful words out there! A way to commit feelings to paper conveying emotion in a form like no other. Poems can be humorous, rhyming, free verse, structured as in the case of a sonnet, purely playful or with metaphorical intent. There are oh so many ways to write a poem, and for oh so many people of all ages to enjoy. My poetry is a mixture of these things written from the heart and the head, for the young and not so young. I hope you will take a look at the examples below and if you like them buy my collections.
Musings of a Madwoman
A collection of poems for adults
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Disillusionment
When all around you turns to dust and stones
When things begin to crumble under feet,
When cracks appear within your very bones,
And rubble makes of all those spent life beats.
Know then that life is hard and does not bend.
Its rigors shake the firmament at hand
And tremors signify the coming of the end,
An end in which no concrete hearts will stand.
Dream temples built are fragile homage tombs,
With space to live and run their useful course,
For all those hopes in wistful endless rooms,
Collapse should have no quaking, loss, remorse.
Take heed and build your castles in the air
Do not despair for happiness lies there.To My Love
When my life collapsed
It yawed and tilted,
broke free from its moorings,
and sailed bubble like,
Across a maelstrom
Of uncharted waters.
No pilots to guide me
Beacons to home me
Anchors to tie me, or
Harbours to hide me.
My mind shipwrecked
Lost and at sea,
wishing for that port in a storm.
Then on the horizon
came you.
My lifeboat.
Taken from Musings of a MadwomanLittle Treasures
Poems for Children.
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Little Treasure
“She’s a little treasure”
I remember it quite well.
My sister with her open smile
Fluttering her long eyelashes
charming those around her.
I was never a treasure
More an unwanted ornament
To be placed in the corner
Just in case Granny came
And asked where it was.
I tried hard, worked hard
Did as I was told.
My sister was naughty
According to them had “a little bit of spirit”
and “never meant any harm.”
I craved affection
She got it
I gave love freely
She took it
I didn’t know how I could change it.
One day my sister tried swimming
in the big pond down the hill.
She could be there still
If I hadn’t dived in and saved her.
I was loved from that day onwards
By them, but most of all
By my little sister!Taken from: Little Treasures (Poems for children)
Hobnobbing with the Hoi Polloi
A mixture of poems for all ages
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Hobnobbing with the Hoi Polloi
It was a long time ago now for you and for me
The Queen went camping to Frinton On Sea
She needed some down time a bit of peace
The endless engagements just had to cease
So packing her stuff in the back of a car
she crept out in darkness with a tank of four star
they’ll have a surprise when they find I am gone
but I’ll be ok, I wont be very long
A couple of days by myself, take a break
A new woman of me it will surely make
I’ll get to meet people all honest and true
Watch them discreetly so I know what to do.
She set up her tent in the middle of the night
Not terribly well t’was a bit of a sight
But well… bless her heart she did her best
To make it look like all the rest
Then she plumped her pillows, lay down her head
And happily, dreamily went to bed.
Next morning the day dawned sunny and warm
The queen sat outside and stretched and yawned
She looked at the sea and the sandy beaches
The nature reserve and the lower reaches
She sighed this really was a lovely spot
for forgetting all the troubles she’d got
She watched the people walking by
and as they went past she shouted Hi!
Would anyone like to sit with me
And have a lovely cup of tea?
Well no one answered for a while
The queen waved to them all and then did smile.
My granddad stopped, looked down and said
It would be nice to wet his ‘ead.
The queen was not too certain ‘bout that
But placed a cushion, my grandad sat.
They discussed the weather and racing odds
The jockeys and the trainer bods
the queen said she would like a flutter
My granddad said she must be a nutter
To waste her money on that poor nag
The queen dipped into a black handbag
Bet you she wins and she looked at him hard
Here’s a fiver says yours doesn’t get out the yard.
Grandad was wary this woman seemed scary
So he looked at her once, twice, again
He screwed up his eyes then widened surprised
I know who it is he said
Has anyone told you…..oh my… golly gosh
It’s the image you are of the queen
I know that she said and nodded her head
Now do you take sugar or cream? Taken from Hobnobbing with the Hoi Polloi
Human Threads
A mixture of poems for adults
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