Poem of 2024

Brolly

'Hey, Blue!' he said.
'I care.

'I've a red umbrella.
Shall we share?'

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I ♥️ Gene

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=swloMVFALXw&pp=ygUTc2luZ2luZyBpbiB0aGUgcmFpbg%3D%3D


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A Storm Named Darragh ☹️

The weather is horrid, it's windy and wet,
and not getting better, on that you can bet,
the trees are all toppling, with slates causing death,
as Storm Darragh blasts them, with hurricane breath.
A woman named Doris was crushed by an oak
that tumbled when all of its root system broke,
another poor b*stard was swept out to sea –
thank Christ that poor b*stard was him and not me!
Meanwhile, I sit safely, all toasty and warm,
as outside my window the world is a storm,
if I were out there, I'm quite sure I'd be dead,
but I'm not, I'm alive and snuggled in bed,
so balls to the outside, today can go by
because I, quite simply, do not want to die.

🙃


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MNS9ymwFtBw&pp=ygUbbGlrZSBhIGh1cnJpY2FuZSBuZWlsIHlvdW5n

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Storm Darragh caused the match to be postponed. ⚽☹️You'd never keep your hat on today.💨👒🙃

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Weather
... I'm glad you're alright. Shame about the football though. Sympathy goes towards those who suffered from the storm.

hush she whispers from under the blanket
I will keep you warm and cosy
I will hold you with all my heart
for at least until the twelfth of never

hush she whispers to herself
body and soul wrapped in her cocoon
of self protection and preservation
she pulled off her comforter
and smiled out her shield for the day

🛡️🌹😊
https://youtu.be/cW8VLC9nnTo?si=wvGhqom8W5Aycv1W

After the Storm

The skies are clear, they've changed from grey to blue,
and golden sunshine has replaced the rain,
a gentle breeze is bringing something new,
and storm, for now, will not come back again.
The gloomy times are just a memory,
those days of cold and wet are in the past
and all the world is bright and summery –
these sparkling skies are surely set to last!
But even should the skies return to grey
and dismal clouds again obscure the sun,
we know those dismal clouds aren't here to stay
and so we'll laugh until the gloom has gone.
The weather changes, turn and turn about,
the trick's to smile, endure, and last it out.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrHxhQPOO2c&pp=ygUVaSBjYW4gc2VlIGNsZWFybHkgbm93

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Peace now reigneth weatherwise ☀️🙃

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Thankful for Small Mercies

A sculptor has to chip off stone
to make the form appear,

a poet has to shape the words
to make his poem clear,

and so I shape and shape and shape
my words in every way,

but I don't come within a mile
of what I wish to say,

and so the page is crumpled up
and chucked into the bin,

and then upon a brand-new sheet
I once again begin

to shape my words a different way –
but once again I fail,

and so my page heads for the bin,
on well-established trail.

My bin is full of paper now,
for all my time and trouble,

at least I'm not that sculptor, though,
I’d have to shift my rubble! 🙃

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j2OO3vuk3r4&pp=ygUbdGhyb3cgaXQgYXdheSBhYmJleSBsaW5jb2xu

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I need a bigger bin. 🗑️📃📜📃🗑️

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Find a Way
...like painting instead of sculptures

chill on my skin as I walk through the rain
searching and discovering warmth within
bitter sorrow or ecstasy felt alone
such truth is my own

here in the twilight the end of day
the freshness of the sunlight do decay
the journey has been taken come what may
thread in the tapestry spun for another day

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KaKK7l21sG8

I'm blaming you for this one, Grace 🙃

The girl said, 'Find a different way
of saying what you want to say,'
and so I've bought some paints and play
at painting, on this winter's day.
I dip my brush in all my oils
of red and green and black and blue,
but clearly I don't have a clue.
I just can't paint! Alas! It's true.
In vain are all my artist's toils.

Upon my canvas is a mess,
of what exactly? It's your guess:
an elephant, in purple dress?
a finny fish in deep distress?
Who knows? I could not tell you what,
and so I pick up all my paint –
the smell of it makes me feel faint!
A painter man our boy he ain't! –
and go and dump the bloody lot!

Instead I'll stick with written words
that sing upon the page like birds –
although sometimes they stink like turds.
This poem's not the best you've heard.
Still, pen and paper's only cheap,
it doesn't cost a lot of cash
and anyone can have a bash
at writing out some poem trash.
I have – and now I'm off to sleep. 🙃

🎨🖌️


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-cK70DXsSA&pp=ygUkaWYgYSBwaWN0dXJlIHBhaW50cyBhIHRob3VzYW5kIHdvcmRz

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You'd have ears in the middle of your face 🙃

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Paint a thousand Words
...catch all the words to make a beautiful tapestry. Beats painting anytime

with the pen words take flight
to travel miles to where you are
across the miles, a gentle light
stories and thoughts we share

In stories told we share verses
power of words messages sent
sharing the tales and laughter
bringing two souls apart together

its a wondrous thing
words like eagle's wings
soaring through the thoroughfare
in the sky and sing
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YL2xYo0GoUI