Submissions by Jenny1959
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
21st Mar 2017 10:36pm
21st Mar 2017 10:36pm
A Week In The Life Of Edith Brown
It’s eight ‘o’ clock on Monday morning
And a certain someone is on the bus to town
It’s the start of another hectic week
In the life of Edith Brown
At ten she meets her old friend Pam
In the Pink Teapot Cafe
There'll be tea and cakes waiting for her
And as usual Pam won’t let her pay
Pam will moan about her husband Fred
Who’s the laziest man on earth
Ever since she married him
He’s been more trouble than he’s worth
Edith will listen attentively
But she’s cautious to offer advice
Pam can be very defensive ...
And a certain someone is on the bus to town
It’s the start of another hectic week
In the life of Edith Brown
At ten she meets her old friend Pam
In the Pink Teapot Cafe
There'll be tea and cakes waiting for her
And as usual Pam won’t let her pay
Pam will moan about her husband Fred
Who’s the laziest man on earth
Ever since she married him
He’s been more trouble than he’s worth
Edith will listen attentively
But she’s cautious to offer advice
Pam can be very defensive ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
19th Mar 2017 5:07pm
19th Mar 2017 5:07pm
The Latch-Key Kid
I am the Latch-Key Kid
When I go home, no tea on the table
I manage to make myself something to eat
The best that I am able
Mum and Dad at work till past eleven
So I just sit and watch TV
When they come home they go to bed
They have no time for me
At eight-thirty in the morning
My dad gives me a lift to school
He tells me to do as I’m told
And not to play the fool
The guy at the desk behind me
Starts kicking my chair leg again
I loudly express my opinion
And I’m rewarded with getting the cane
...
When I go home, no tea on the table
I manage to make myself something to eat
The best that I am able
Mum and Dad at work till past eleven
So I just sit and watch TV
When they come home they go to bed
They have no time for me
At eight-thirty in the morning
My dad gives me a lift to school
He tells me to do as I’m told
And not to play the fool
The guy at the desk behind me
Starts kicking my chair leg again
I loudly express my opinion
And I’m rewarded with getting the cane
...
500 reads
1 Comment
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Mar 2017 1:43pm
18th Mar 2017 1:43pm
A Week Of Monday Mornings
I’ve just had a week of Monday mornings
Anything that could go wrong went wrong
Why is it when everything’s against you
The whole week seems too long
I’ve avoided walking under ladders
And when I needed luck I knocked on wood
I picked up a penny and passed on the luck
But that didn’t do me any good
I scalded my arm on the kettle
And stubbed my big toe on the bed
Left a cupboard door open
And ended up banging my head
Putting the shopping away
I dropped a can of soup on my foot
When I tore a sheet out of my...
Anything that could go wrong went wrong
Why is it when everything’s against you
The whole week seems too long
I’ve avoided walking under ladders
And when I needed luck I knocked on wood
I picked up a penny and passed on the luck
But that didn’t do me any good
I scalded my arm on the kettle
And stubbed my big toe on the bed
Left a cupboard door open
And ended up banging my head
Putting the shopping away
I dropped a can of soup on my foot
When I tore a sheet out of my...
433 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Mar 2017 7:41pm
16th Mar 2017 7:41pm
Why Is It So Hard To Be Happy?
Why is it so hard to be happy
But so easy to be sad?
When I see how people treat each other
Sometimes it makes me so mad
It costs nothing to be civil
To make life easier for one another
Repaying years of love and care
To your father and your mother
Everywhere I go each day
People are in such a hurry
Trying to make ends meet
Shortage of money causing them worry
Whenever I am out and about
I can always find the time
To hold a door open for someone
They look at me like I’ve committed a crime
I...
But so easy to be sad?
When I see how people treat each other
Sometimes it makes me so mad
It costs nothing to be civil
To make life easier for one another
Repaying years of love and care
To your father and your mother
Everywhere I go each day
People are in such a hurry
Trying to make ends meet
Shortage of money causing them worry
Whenever I am out and about
I can always find the time
To hold a door open for someone
They look at me like I’ve committed a crime
I...
580 reads
4 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Mar 2017 7:22pm
15th Mar 2017 7:22pm
The Olden Days
Times were hard in Grandma's day
No electrical appliances had she
A ringer washing machine for washing the clothes
And a whistling gas kettle for making the tea
No electric lighting
Just a lamp filled with gas
That's what I remember
When I was a lass
Kneeling down, scrubbing steps
And not just her own
With a bucket of hot water
And a block of donkey stone
I remember on a Tuesday
Grandma used to make
In a willow pattern bowl
A pineapple upside-down cake
Sunday was trifle day
With...
No electrical appliances had she
A ringer washing machine for washing the clothes
And a whistling gas kettle for making the tea
No electric lighting
Just a lamp filled with gas
That's what I remember
When I was a lass
Kneeling down, scrubbing steps
And not just her own
With a bucket of hot water
And a block of donkey stone
I remember on a Tuesday
Grandma used to make
In a willow pattern bowl
A pineapple upside-down cake
Sunday was trifle day
With...
496 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2017 12:06pm
13th Mar 2017 12:06pm
Bullies
Bullies shouldn't prosper, Bullies shouldn't win,
Do they realise the pain they cause as they stand and grin?
Picking on the weak ones, some half of their size,
If a victim stood up to them, they'd get a big surprise,
You have a fear of going to school or fear of going to work,
Victims lives are being ruined while the perpetrators smirk
You sneak out of the school and the lonely streets you roam
You pray to God that they don't follow you home
You lay in your bedroom both day and night
Tears streaming and in pain, no-one cares about your...
Do they realise the pain they cause as they stand and grin?
Picking on the weak ones, some half of their size,
If a victim stood up to them, they'd get a big surprise,
You have a fear of going to school or fear of going to work,
Victims lives are being ruined while the perpetrators smirk
You sneak out of the school and the lonely streets you roam
You pray to God that they don't follow you home
You lay in your bedroom both day and night
Tears streaming and in pain, no-one cares about your...
495 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Mar 2017 11:52am
13th Mar 2017 11:52am
The Pub and Its People
Every town, village and city
Has a certain place I’d call the hub
I think you’ll know where I mean
Some call it a tavern, an inn or a pub
You’ll find so many characters
Whether the place is familiar to you
So I thought I’d spend some time
And describe a few to you
Firstly, we have the regular
You can set your clock by him
If one day he misses a visit
Everybody is worried about him
He sits in the same seat
And drinks the same thing every time
A double whisky chaser
And four pints...
Has a certain place I’d call the hub
I think you’ll know where I mean
Some call it a tavern, an inn or a pub
You’ll find so many characters
Whether the place is familiar to you
So I thought I’d spend some time
And describe a few to you
Firstly, we have the regular
You can set your clock by him
If one day he misses a visit
Everybody is worried about him
He sits in the same seat
And drinks the same thing every time
A double whisky chaser
And four pints...
439 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Mar 2017 5:37pm
5th Mar 2017 5:37pm
The Passing of Edward
Martha was rudely awaken on Monday morning
With the phone call we all dread
“Mrs Palmer we regret to inform you
That your husband Edward is dead”
She thought that it was tactless
The way she had been told
Couldn’t they have said ‘passed away'?
Instead of being so bold
She dressed in her Sunday best
It took her ages to get ready
But she wanted to make an effort
For her dear, departed Eddie
When she arrived at the hospital
She was taken to the ward
Attached to the bed on a bulldog clip
Was Edward...
With the phone call we all dread
“Mrs Palmer we regret to inform you
That your husband Edward is dead”
She thought that it was tactless
The way she had been told
Couldn’t they have said ‘passed away'?
Instead of being so bold
She dressed in her Sunday best
It took her ages to get ready
But she wanted to make an effort
For her dear, departed Eddie
When she arrived at the hospital
She was taken to the ward
Attached to the bed on a bulldog clip
Was Edward...
456 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2017 2:33pm
1st Mar 2017 2:33pm
Granda's Wartime Tales
When I was a little girl
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in
He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what they were
He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war medal and the Victory medal
From World War One, but they're not rare
He told me his war memories
Could fill many a page
Then said he’d been recruited
Even though he was underage
He told me he’d had a shock
When on the internet he'd seen
That a...
My grandfather had a tin
With a sailor smoking a cigarette on the lid
It was what he kept his medals in
He called them Pip, Squeak and Wilfred
And I asked him what they were
He said the nineteen fourteen star, the British war medal and the Victory medal
From World War One, but they're not rare
He told me his war memories
Could fill many a page
Then said he’d been recruited
Even though he was underage
He told me he’d had a shock
When on the internet he'd seen
That a...
528 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Mar 2017 10:45am
1st Mar 2017 10:45am
The Unexpected Visitor
John Smart was having tea with mother Olive
There was a loud knock upon the front door
When he answered it, a woman stood there
She said “I suppose you’re wondering what I’ve come here for?”
Olive shouted “Who is it?
Why don’t you ask them in?”
The woman pushed past John
And said “I don’t know where to begin”
She introduced herself as Joan
And Olive looked upset
Then she put her hand on John’s shoulder
And said “We’ve already met”
Joan said “I live two streets away,
I've been there for eighteen...
There was a loud knock upon the front door
When he answered it, a woman stood there
She said “I suppose you’re wondering what I’ve come here for?”
Olive shouted “Who is it?
Why don’t you ask them in?”
The woman pushed past John
And said “I don’t know where to begin”
She introduced herself as Joan
And Olive looked upset
Then she put her hand on John’s shoulder
And said “We’ve already met”
Joan said “I live two streets away,
I've been there for eighteen...
503 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2017 1:46pm
22nd Feb 2017 1:46pm
The House At The End Of The Street
There was a house at the end of my street
No-one lived there for very long
During the war, an entire family wiped out
When an aeroplane dropped a bomb
The family living there at the time
Amounted to unlucky thirteen
Mother, father, baby Mary
And ten children in between
They were a lovely family
Liked by everyone
Janet Smithson who was a nurse
And her hard-working husband John
They were in the front room having tea
On that fateful day
When an aeroplane scored a direct hit
And God took them all away ...
No-one lived there for very long
During the war, an entire family wiped out
When an aeroplane dropped a bomb
The family living there at the time
Amounted to unlucky thirteen
Mother, father, baby Mary
And ten children in between
They were a lovely family
Liked by everyone
Janet Smithson who was a nurse
And her hard-working husband John
They were in the front room having tea
On that fateful day
When an aeroplane scored a direct hit
And God took them all away ...
469 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2017 9:52pm
21st Feb 2017 9:52pm
The Lady Next Door
Our elderly neighbour passed away
We went into her house, it looked so bare
The only thing that remained of her
Was a shawl draped over her chair
I remember when she moved in
In nineteen ninety five
She told us she'd had three heart attacks
And was lucky to be alive
Everyday she’d come and ask
If I’d go for her cigarettes
Or go to the local betting shop
And put on her horse-racing bets
One day she asked me in
And showed me a photo of her son Dave
She said he had an unruly beard
Because he was too...
We went into her house, it looked so bare
The only thing that remained of her
Was a shawl draped over her chair
I remember when she moved in
In nineteen ninety five
She told us she'd had three heart attacks
And was lucky to be alive
Everyday she’d come and ask
If I’d go for her cigarettes
Or go to the local betting shop
And put on her horse-racing bets
One day she asked me in
And showed me a photo of her son Dave
She said he had an unruly beard
Because he was too...
515 reads
4 Comments
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