Poem of 2024
Brolly
'Hey, Blue!' he said.
'I care.
'I've a red umbrella.
Shall we share?'
🌨️
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
💨💨🍃🌬️
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
... 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.
☀️
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MrHxhQPOO2c&pp=ygUVaSBjYW4gc2VlIGNsZWFybHkgbm93
🌈☀️
Peace now reigneth weatherwise ☀️🙃
😎
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! 🙃
🗿🔨
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
...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,
and hope the meaning isn't blurred ...
this poem's not the best you've heard!
But if it is the thought that counts,
especially in poetry,
I think it's surely safe for me
to say in this you'll clearly see
my thought of you in large amounts. 🙃
🎨🖌️
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-cK70DXsSA&pp=ygUkaWYgYSBwaWN0dXJlIHBhaW50cyBhIHRob3VzYW5kIHdvcmRz
👒
You'd have ears in the middle of your face 🙃
🎨🖌️
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
Sailing ... not sailing ⛵
The ship departed, bound for English land,
the sailors keen to see their homes again,
but anyone who knew would understand
just why the eyes of one were filled with pain.
The island held the love he'd left behind,
the island girl who'd captured all his heart,
his body and his soul and all his mind,
and now from whom he could not live apart.
He slipped away and no one knew him gone,
nobody saw him swimming for that isle
towards his girl, the only girl, the one
for whom he'd swim a hundred thousand miles.
The ship continued homeward from that place.
The sailor held his girl in love's embrace.
⛵
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0qW9P-uYfM&pp=ygU_ZG9uJ3QgZ28gYnJlYWtpbmcgbXkgaGVhcnQgZWx0b24gam9obiBhbmQga2lraSBkZWUga2FyYW9rZSBkdWV0
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I wonder if anyone did 🏝️
🏝️⛵
Wondering how they are
A couple of weeks
and we will bid adieu
to the months that was
and all reviews
what ever happened to Nurse Clara
Or even Mr Karswell
did they reconcile with their children
or did they run away on fast wheelchairs
where is mrs Octopus
and the blue whale
the dozens of crabs
and the boat with sail
is cupid awake again
for his silly adventures
or did he grew up
and had a dozen kids
(when they grow up will they grow into goats?)
alas alack the year end cometh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVsZvxY-coc
A couple of weeks
and we will bid adieu
to the months that was
and all reviews
what ever happened to Nurse Clara
Or even Mr Karswell
did they reconcile with their children
or did they run away on fast wheelchairs
where is mrs Octopus
and the blue whale
the dozens of crabs
and the boat with sail
is cupid awake again
for his silly adventures
or did he grew up
and had a dozen kids
(when they grow up will they grow into goats?)
alas alack the year end cometh
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVsZvxY-coc
