Poem of 2024

ajay said:
Grace's Splendid Poetry Book ☝️

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Grace's book:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Vampire-Squid-Killed-Printed-Periapt/dp/1542995159?dplnkId=91d54591-d0ec-4c3f-9192-8b167810204d

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Thank you Ajay 🎶👍🌹☕

Muse

My Muse is sulky should I try to write
the words I do not feel within my heart,
and even if I wrote all through the night
that sulky Girl from me would stay apart.
Aloof, with folded wings she'd stand and huff,
subject me to her hardest sternest frown,
then all I wrote would just seem dull and rough,
no colours anywhere but boring brown.
But should I write the words I feel inside
then she unfolds her wings and swoops to me
and standing smiling right there by my side
she helps me write the truth of poetry.
When writing verse, the simple rule of thumb?
If not we write the truth, our Muse won't come.

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https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=GLxb7m0j5Jg&pp=ygUObXVzZSBvZiBwb2V0cnk%3D

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Thoughts on a Stormy Day
...ever watch a thunderstorm? I have, from the balcony of my old house. Beautiful. It inspires

a shadowed hush and shadows of grey
the skies heavy with clouds
and thunder rumbles from far away
the distant roll getting too loud

I stand at the balcony memories in time
when I wasn't alone his arms around me
wild and happy we were, young and free
the I do's spoiled it all for him and me

as I watched the storm against the distant sky
I thought of the days together gone by
torn apart by differences and personalities
valuing my own I left him to his

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BnPwcjp_Ass

Our rings ☝️

We Did.

She said, 'I do,' and when they married, kissed,
he thought that happiness had come to stay,
upon that sunny August wedding day,
a day forever blessed with Love's pink mist.

The start of something wonderful, so good,
their two hearts beating just as one in time,
in perfect rhythm and with perfect rhyme,
they sang their song, how lovers surely should.

Down through the years, and two kids further on,
they dreamed together in each other's love,
a boy, a girl, who fitted hand in glove,
and never thought their loving would be done;

but then one evil day a Shadow came,
and touched its evil fingers on his wife,
obscuring all the sunshine in his life,
and nothing ever then could be the same.

And then so brave upon her final night:
'Don't cry,' she said, 'We'll never be apart.
I shall forever live within your heart.
We'll still be locked in love, forever tight.'

He held his girl until the chilly dawn
came cold and bitter to that loving pair.
He walked away and left her lying there ...
but never from his heart will Jill be gone.

♥️

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=RBx-Ue28KUE&pp=ygUUcGFjaGVsYmVsIGNhbm9uIGluIGQ%3D

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Yes, I have watched more than a few thunderstorms. I've been actively involved in a fair few of them, too. ⛈️🌩️🌨️😬 I enjoy climbing, hill-walking etc., all the outdoor stuff, and one time I was camped up high on me own in the Scottish Highlands when a really ferocious thunderstorm happened. It felt as if I were actually inside the bangs, and every lightning flash would illuminate the mountain before it would go pitch dark again – and always the roar of the rain bucketing down. I was curled up in a ball on me camping mat in me tiny tent, expecting to be either incinerated or blasted off the hill at any moment. A fine experience to remember, but terri-bloody-fying at the time 🙃😬⛈️. I was very relieved when the Sky Gods had finished their argument 🙃.

WARNING! EXPRESSION OF ROMANTIC SENTIMENT AHEAD:
I would like to stand on a balcony with you and watch a thunderstorm. 🙃

Just by the by, did you really say, 'I do'? I would have thought you'd have been more inclined to say 'I don't.' 🙃 Only joking. I'm sorry it didn't work out for you both. ☹️

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Introverted
infidelity on the other's part and quest for freedom from unhappy shackles on mine was the main cause

On my own patch of sunlight
I sit alone and feel quiet delight
pondering on the past and future
of learnt lessons and further adventures

I sip my tea steam rising slow
reading poetry conjuring images
from each words stories flow
kings and knights and mages

In solitude I am myself
with my pen I am legion
alone, in quiet time I live
with my pen I'm a warrior and a queen
😊☕🌹
Your experience with thunderstorms are horrific. Mine was mostly watching. That was the time when I lived by the sea.
https://youtu.be/d49USeHogUs?si=uasuz_6q6nW4RObI

Ambushed

Her brush, the tangled hair
among the bristles,

the sudden notes
of her favourite song,

the morning bird,
its cheerful morning whistles,

her dresses hanging,
waiting, long, long,

her favourite cup,
whose colours had to be just so,

the letter written
with her favourite pen,

the snowman
built by children in the snow

could bring her back to him –
then take her away again.

⛄🖋️🐦👗🎶☕



One of our songs:
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Ak_MTXQALa0&pp=ygUTdGhlIHllYXIgb2YgdGhlIGNhdA%3D%3D

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Infidelity? And he had you? The bloke must have been an idiot. 🙃
Do you prefer living where you are now or will you always be the Blue-Sand Girl at heart?🌊🐬🌊


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Here There and Everywhere
... the chase is always fun so he did.

this is where she wants to be
surrounded by caution
the invisible brick barrier
to keep away the clowns

press a palm against the wall
to read the writing there
looking in never entering
it's best that way

silver scales on whiteness
scribbles of undescribable art
painted with crayons of tears
life's intricate canvas

I will always be here. Eons ago I had thought of going elsewhere. But not anymore. No longer pining for the fjords 🤣 I will always be blue sand girl at heart


https://youtu.be/UWdTVp0-p4k?si=z1kfw2j3xd2JdqbY

Send in the Clown 🤡

She knows him well enough by now to know
that he'll respond to poems such as that.
He can't ignore it, simply let it go,
he cares about the girl who wears the hat,👒
who weaves her poems with her rainbow thread,
her tapestries of intricate design,
which put fantastic pictures in his head,
intoxicating like the finest wine.
And so he wears his reddest red clown's nose
and paints his face with biggest clown's face smile, 🤡
puts on his massive shoes and funny clothes
and hopes she'll like this poem's clowning style.
He knows she wants to keep the clowns away,
but, still, this clown is here and wants to stay.🙃


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=moOamKxW844&pp=ygUVY2FiYXJldCBsaXphIG1pbm5lbGxp

🙃🤡

The wrong bloke, was all. We're not all like that 🤡🙃  (and I still say he was nuts).

Ever been to a circus, with clowns and such? I always wanted the trapeze artists to muck it up and come crashing to the floor. I was truly an evil child 🙃

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A Spenserian Autumn Poem

The leaves are falling, red and gold and brown,
as sleepy Autumn closes Nature's eyes.
A counterpane for Earth, they drift on down,
so colouful against the leaden skies,
delighting, never failing to surprise.
They keep the Earth warm, lying thick and deep,
protection from the grip of Winter's ice,
allowing Earth to dream and lie asleep
until the green of Spring's alarm clock should go BEEP!

🍂🙃🍁


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CpB7-8SGlJ0&pp=ygUhYXV0dW1uIGxlYXZlcyBjYW5ub25iYWxsIGFkZGVybGV5


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(You'll be an Island Girl) 🙃


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Rain
.... lovely music.

rainy days are here again
drumming on zinc roofs
in persistent refrain
washing away fallen leaves on grooves

calming effects on tired mind
eyes half-mast ready for slumber
but not yet until the destination
Boat ride not yet over

😴🧜🐬🐳🐋🐟🐠

https://youtu.be/PzrZyb_ZuVM?si=xw46EEW31h2z4OUC

The Voyage ⛵

It cast off anchor many months ago
from January's cold and barren shore,
then set a course for Sunshine, from the snow,
and sailed through all those battered months and more,
through blasting wind and rain, the stormy seas,
to reach the balmy carefree summer days,
when all the world was kissed by gentle breeze,
and all the days were seen through golden haze;
but now the bleak of winter's here again,
the sea is hostile, wind is raw and mean,
the ice of needles falls in freezing rain,
and glooming icebergs dominate the scene.
But, though it's sailing now in wintry weather,
the boat keeps sailing on, its planks together.🙃

🌊⛵🌊


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ag8XcMG1EX4&pp=ygUgYWx3YXlzIHRha2UgdGhlIHdlYXRoZXIgd2l0aCB5b3U%3D

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I hope you've arrived safely now ⛵ and haven't sunk and been devoured by a shark🦈

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Beach

...Island paradise with monkeys and goats

monkey stole my sandwich
goats went under the table
looking for lunch and tidbits
and the sun shone brightly

cool breeze blowing from the ocean
flapping sheets and towels on the line
a boat is coming in again
I stand here thinking of cold iced tea with lime
🐒🐐🐬🍹
https://youtu.be/eNMttIx5BWE?si=DnUsljWb8QAfx8Dy

By Heck! He's Taking A Chance With This One, Ethel 🙃

Well, now he's jealous, absolutely green
with envy, of his Island Girl, who's found
herself indeed a paradise serene,
the sparkling ocean shining all around.
Could he but have a wish, he'd wish that he
were there beside her, as she lovely sits
and drinks on golden sands, and happily
he'd rub sun lotion on her – er – awkward bits.🙃
Alas! he's here in England, cold and grey,
with work to go to in the morning, too.
To think of it, he's filled with grim dismay;
he'd rather be with her, she knows that's true.
So, sadly, he can only sit and dream
of rubbing on his Island Girl's suncream.☀️🙃

🐬🐠🐳🐒🐐🐟🦀🐋


https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QSwDEL2sssU&pp=ygUfaXNsYW5kIGluIHRoZSBzdW4gd2VlemVyIGx5cmljcw%3D%3D

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I am veryveryveryveryveryveryvery jealous 🙃

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Sand Sun
...it's nice here but hot ...it's nice where you are...cold.

Breakfast was nice
at the balcony looking out
there was savoury rice
cold iced coffee and tea

sand on my toes
sand on my face
sand in my hair
sand in my  ears


a walk in the morning
taking photos for them
and for you
It's nice but I'm going home
soon

😁🐠🍹

heh...wish you were here too. I bet you'd love diving. They were coral planting...

Sushi Girl🐟

It seems she's munching fish and octopus!
However could a girl eat such a meal!
To slurp such awful things without a fuss,
to chomp on octopus with hungry zeal!

'She says, 'Mmm, this crab is quite delicious,
this octopus the best I've ever had
and chewing on these lovely little fishes
is just the thing to make a girl feel glad!

'The suckers of this octopus are nice,
I love the rubbery texture of its head.
I think that I could even eat it twice
and then again before I went to bed!

'A bonus is I have no need to cook it.
It's tasty, fresh and lovely from the sea.
I look upon the cooker and say, ''F*ck it!''
and munch away on raw fish happily.'

Our boy meanwhile is looking on aghast:
'She'll have to brush and gargle after that!
Or cats will come, and they'll come running fast,
to make friends with the girl who wears the hat!' 🙃

😻👒

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=dDj7DuHVV9E&pp=ygUKZmlzaCBzb25ncw%3D%3D

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I would like to dive, although I've never done it. We could make a coral garden, and the Octopus would come for tea. 🐙☕🙃
I'm still veryveryjealous. Cold and grey here. Happy holiday! ☀️👒🏝️

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