Daffodils on the table
Stand tall in vase of glass.
Spring is now much closer
Let winter blues pass.
The brightest shade of yellow
On stalks of deepest green,
At last I’m feeling cheerful,
Do you know what I mean?
March may be cold and windy,
It might be warm and clear,
The garden bursts into action,
It’s my favourite time of year.
Snowdrops and tiny crocus
Beneath the stark, bare tree,
If you look more closely
Catkin buds you’ll see.
The bird-box is quite empty,
A des.res. I feel for sure,
For any discerning blue tits
Come look in the front door.
A colourful time for poets,
As the year turns round and round
So write those pretty verses
Let’s get March right off the ground.
M ad hares boxing.
A host of golden daffodils.
R eady for Mother's Day.
C hill winds do sometimes blow.
H urrah! Soon it will be spring.
flip - it took me ages to get through this..
Last time of trying
February's not a good time for me
The loss of many I held so dear
I shall march into the month of March
Glad that month is over at last
The March Winds will blow away
Those cobwebs that seem to stay
Then the cool April showers
Will encourage the new Spring flowers
May will be a bit of a downner
But I will celebrate my son's power
To leave behind the memories
Of Joy and Pride and histories
AB that was from the heart and very moving. A short poem that tells us an emotional story. So glad you shared it with us. x
sing ,goddess,the anger of the human
and its devastation from this shaking palsy,
which put pain thousandfold upon its people....
apologies to homer..
This quite natural fortification
A Universal state of mind
Substantial this erection stands
Turns to blindness you may find
Hopes rays of light are barred from sight
As construction in the dark
Builds an artificial structure smooth
Yet somehow leaves its Mark
A nest built by ants,fit for their Queen
Deep passages mazed for protection
In hiding from the battle zone
Avoiding all detection
As the bombs of life come raining down
Bringing destruction from creation
Reveals an unconscious reflex knee jerk
In a lifes subordination
Once strong and brave with battle cry
Now peering through the wall
Of Sandbags piled to stem the flood
Stacked throughout a life,to fall
As the chinks reveal an armour worn
Even the valiant lose theirs too
A wall that groans as sanity mocks
Each Knightly thing you do
When the hardships and the pain are felt
Inside,then cause an issue
As a sneeze supressed until the last
Rips,bursting through the tissue
As fragments of a shattered life
Fall in tatters through wet fingers
As time itself bursts through the dam
Where sadness constant lingers
The water streaming finds a way
Of leaking through defenses
Absorbing like a sponge in grief
Finally soaking all the senses
The helmet lost within the trench
Lying blown off,all revealed
Those heavy blows of torment have
Cleaved in two that battered shield
With the fight then lost,the weapon dropped
Head bowed,arms by your side
The Soul now given up,released
Departs now with your pride
Why am I thinking of that comedian we talked about?
Let your gentle breeze
Blow away my weariness
Leaving well behind the winter darkness,
with myself putting me at ease.
Let the birds sing their melody
so that for a while the heartache can be history.
Infuse me with some strength
To last at least some length
Cajole and renew me,
With life zest, inundate me!
Please be sympathetic,
On me, work your magic!
The month of March o blessed be
Brings cleansing, healing new life to me
For me winter always bad, it decays and makes me sad
But March is springing from the ground
Shoots and flowers now abound
Days begin to show promise of lessening night
Chasing back the dark with extending light
The promise of each spring fills my heart and makes it sing
With these symbols of new starts let us become a part
And renew our strength and charge our soul
For promise is not yet achieved and much we have to receive
Then with hearts overflowing we can share forever knowing
That spring will come and be there,
Once again to renew us with its gentle rain
Sounds like we're all glad to greet the spring, not sorry to be leaving winter behind! Hopefully!
My verses do not simply say I am glad to see spring coming: they talk about my tiredness, my need for change and help of the way I feel ; the desire to feel stronger ; they speak too of the wish for a better life by some miraculous external force!
They speak of hope and despair!
At last March comes
I wash my face in the morning dew
My hideous complexion
To refresh and to renew
The cold smacks hard, wind harder still
My good lady harder yet
"Get in and get some clothes on
You ruddy silly get"
I doth protest "I must renew!"
Revitalization is my thirst
"You may well have been all Lemony Fresh
If you didn't let the dogs out first."
My poem speaks of constant longing, waiting for the moment when everything will be well again, the elusive fountain of youth.
All you get is a smack in the chops and left wallowing in the proverbial.
Still musn't gwumble.
Ezinda if your reading this, could you put this thru to the Mervyn Peake awards.
What was to be the prize? How much will I win?
What's that Sooty?
What do you mean "Naff all"
Your poem is printed in a calendar?
I know you didn't say "Naff all" Sooty. I cant print what you actually said lest the Mods would be very cross and you would be banned.
What's that Sooty?
Where is this new forum?
The boys and girls are working on it.
What's that Sooty?
You want to help.
All together now.
Izzy Wizzy lets get busy.
What's that Sooty?
It looks the same. Well I can see that.
What's that on my lip.
[: Looks in mirror :]
Oh No I've got a shiny bright, brand new philcrum.
Bye bye eveybody. Bys bye.
Dear Eck you are Scotia's finest bard
You make Burns and McDermott look like verses from a seaside postcard
the pathos was overwhelming when you took primavera's kiss
only to taste a mouthful of dog ****
oh the tragedy of a soul reaching up to the ethereal light
only to be dragged down to a back green of ******
perhaps if you want to maintain the spiritual habit
you might consider swapping the dogs for a rabit
Sometimes in the dead of night
When sky is squid ink black
A star comes shooting by
Bathing you in light of the sky.
A light of understanding a glow of wisdom too
Suffused with grace an elegance
This guiding light, this guardian star
Briefly shed light from afar
Making all visible in the pureness of its rays
Then having made brief stay travels on its fated way
To set the night on fire and bring to hearts desire
To journey and to witness the mysteries you see.
On your obit around the heavenly sea
Bring to us your ancient lore
Your wisdom from the oldest store
Of all your traverses of creation heart
Garnered light from galactic shores
Dispensing healing cleansing light
To bring to us a peaceful night
Starlight to bring contented sleep
With dreams of beauty we will keep
For a starchild I would be with all the wonders that you see
In which case , you speak for me too.
It is of great comfort to me that you understand me.
Take take dear Lin.
We are all in this together,
Nobody understands more,
You know how I am feeling,
Because you've felt this way before.
We'll support through all the bad times,
Take cheer when things go well,
Let's try to stay optimistic,
And hope that time will tell!
Tell what? I'm not too certain,
At least an end to pain,
But a cure is what we're after,
The sunshine after rain! (to put it mildly!)
Things that go cramp in the night.
I close my eyes and breathe deep
Please let me sleep
Please let me sleep ‘til dawn
Do not shake me or whisper in my ear
Just leave me there
Just let me sleep, on and on.
I tremble and feel the growing spasm
Don’t let it make me scream
Don’t let me wake the others
I will ride the wave of pain
I will offer it up like Jesus
Take this cup from me
Take it away, before I spill my tea
Take it away, before I spill tears.
You have my sincere sympathy. I am often disturbed in the night nowadays, something I have not experienced before.
I get into a position where I just can't move and I start to panic. I try talking sense to myself but it doesn't work - just makes me more unreasonable.I end up getting out of bed, back in, panic, out again, etc etc.
Is there any aspect of life this 'condition' doesn't affect?
a very tired Lin!