You all know by now.
I am not a lucky person
although I once won a bottle of whisky
I am still alive
pleased to be
no one else
can take my place
I wonder about things
love to love Olivia
like being called Granddad
and early in the morning
as well as noon and night
There is joy in clouds
flowers, the great divide
being moved enough to cry,
watching my lady dance
and sing to herself
a secret smile
hearing great lines
moving girls to tears
My first time
born May 1949
My Grandmothers unconditional love
relax and float upstream
too late to die before I get old
moments, miracles, Smokey
Eau Savage, Aramis
That first kiss
first time pissed
Brahms and Lizt
Loving Ernest earnestly
Shaving Dad through tears
a time of nightmares
Donie's starring role
Finding myself lost
I'm confessing that I love you
somewhere on a tropic isle
Howling on a mountain
cut of my hair
finding my way home
falling failing hell raising
unhappy, still together
stitches, glue, old shoes
Mother you had me
I had you
saying hello, saying goodbye
coming to terms with life
it was then
I dropped the bloody bottle.
Morning bogman, Or should that be top o' the morning?
Sorry to butt in - but...
Life is going to be different,
So different and how strange,
My husband retired today,
My routine may rearrange.
Will I still get a cuppa,
Round about seven o’ clock?
It’s the tea that starts me going
Without - I stay at stop.
Will he stay in bed all morning,
And miss what’s being discussed?
By Andy Comfort and Burnsy, (Radio Humberside)
He might let his brain start to rust.
Will he be under my feet and a nuisance,
In the way, complaining he’s bored?
I’ll have to train him to my ways,
But I bet they’ll just be ignored!
Happy retirement but keep him busy.
Thanks for email. Very impressed by your choices.
OH GOOD! Did I sound intelligent?
Thought I would start the month with something new but it ended out as a review.
Proper morning now,
so hello again, bogman.
How did it get to May already? When are Peake Awards announced?
I would come to award ceremony if there was any point! I might come anyway - combine with trip to London to celebrate Mike's 60th birthday.
What West End shows do you recommend? I have only seen The Lion King!
We sat in awe and amazement as the curtains revealed the stage.
A gigantic jungle-like fantasy,
a glorious book, to turn each page.
Giraffes and hippos and lions, hyenas, leopards and such,
a spectacular moving tableau,
reach out, you could almost touch.
Spellbound and mouths wide open,
we gawped and gazed and sighed
and wished there was a moment
to be offered an elephant ride!
To join in and be part and parcel
of that magnificent African scene.
An exciting, colourful memory,
an enchanting, everlasting dream.
I love that poem, Bogman.
Lin, my granddaughter went to see The Lion King with her mum in Manchester and they were awe-inspired, too.
I have only seen Les Mis and Phantom in the West End but have seen many more in Manchester or Blackpool. Yes, Blackpool does have culture in the form of the beautiful Grand Theatre! There, I have seen Tosca, Carmen and Madam Butterfly several times, as well as many other shows like Titanic, Cats and 42nd Street.
Sorry about the prose, but my poetry is rubbish. Thankfully, I can still enjoy yours.
Hello Lily - great to hear from you - I think that I can put a couple more ticks on my roll call/register - see poem in April 2013.
I live in a small town on the east coast but we have had the most wonderful shows performed in our local 'hall'. Amateur Drama is very popular and well supported by thespians and audience alike.
Even as young as eight or nine, our children perform in two major productions a year. Their versions of Oliver, Joseph, Bugsy Malone, etc. were magnificent. One of our youngsters went to train in London and is now appearing in Top Hat in the West End.
The adults are also very busy performing musicals, farce, drama and adult comedy.
Worthy of any professional stage, I have seen 42nd Street, South Pacific, Seven Brides, Fiddler on the Roof, Finian's Rainbow, etc.
I only wish I had the nerve - my mouth would open but all words/script would be forgotten! I can't even remember the words to poems that I've written.
I'm sure you can tell, I am very proud of the talents of people who live in the town and don't mind banging the drum for them.
All the very best
Hello, everyone. Yes, great poem,Bogman. And Lin, hope you & your husband enjoy retirement. Have been to a couple of shows in London, that I can remember- Blood Brothers & Over the rainbow. Both were completely different, & excellent!
Another May dawns amidst the yawns,
As a new day breaks once more.
Spring should be here,after a year
Of storms pounding on our door.
What's to be read, and what is said,
Concerning the month of May,
Is not good, as it surely should,
Dew in the morn, lambs at play.
There was the myth, the Romans' belief,
How unlucky it would be
Wedding to plan, for woman and man,
In the month of May, you see.
Turn the page, see another image,
Maia the goddess of growth.
Here is hope, to help all cope
With the bad and good things both.
It's "cold May and windy" for Tusser,
"Fresh" in Canterbury, dear.
"Love...is ever May" for William,
And for Housman,"fine next year."
Another day dawns with hope anew,
The sun it shines in the sky,
Forget any reasons to feel blue,
Join in life floating by.
Satin Sheets In Vivid Red,
Strewn Across Our Vacated Bed.
Screams of Glee,Laughter And Giggles,
Echo In The Steaming Shower.
Water Splashing Everywhere,
What The Hell,We Don't Care.
Who Knows What May Happen Tomrrow,
Exhusted And Wet
We Romp In The Bed,
Our Naked Bodies,Snuggle in the Warmth.
As Our Eyes Meet At The Hem Of The Sheet,
Beneath Them, Our Bodies Entwine.
We Are A Perfect Match, You and I.
We Will Always Be Together.
You And I, In Love Forever.
Hi there BA I'm still clicketty click
Born in the year of our Lord 46
But i'm making the best of being so old
But frankly, I'd much rather be young, if I may be so bold
I don't look that old , well most of the time , I'm told
But Parkies is now beginning to take it's toll
With balance problems and that damn freeze
But I keep on going and try everyone to please
anyway it's now seventeen past the witching hour
And I really don't want to appear too dour
But it's up early in the morning to get things straight
Off to B&Q to buy a hinge for the gate
'Cause someone's coming to view the house
But I'm gonna have to leave the tour to my trusty spouse
I'm off to the hospital to see the Parkie's Doctor & Co
Six months gone doesn't time fly by quickly so
That's OK then Mike, so long as you are older than me. I kinda prefer men who are older than me, having said that my husband is 10 years younger than me. but of course, everyone thinks he is older. We were down in Welsh Wales last year , naturally it rained all day. We go down to Lydney every year cos we have a favourite holiday haunt down there and it is absolutely beautiful. We love the Yorkshire Dales and we love Glouscerstershire. And as Wales is only 10 minutes down the road, and it is quite nice there too, we usually go down there as well, at the same time. So , Boyo you is moving from Wales. May I reccomend Yorkshire......it is s beautiful each s ingle blade of grass is so lovely. I hope I can go back to live there one day. Good Luck with your house selling Mikey. Love BA x
Well, I Guess it comes To Us All At The End Of The Day,
But Young And Beautiful,I Intend To Stay.
I Hope I Keep My Freckles, And My Dimpled Little Chin.
My Cheeky Grin.,My Loving Ways
And My Daily Tot Of Gin.
(Only joking, I couldn't think of owt else to rhyme).
I Love My Tiny Fingers And My Matching Little Toes!
My Auburn Hair, Now Slightly Greying (Very Slightly),
And Everyone Who Knows
Me.. ...Well, They Say I'm A Bobby Dazzler,(English Mikey!),
With A Language Of My Own, Just Five Minutes , Plleeease Shut Up,
They Wail In Unison.
I was my Daddy's Favourite, His Tiny Baby Girl.
My Brother Was My Hero, He Left The Others Trail
ing In His Wake,Cos I was Small And Pretty,, But My Brother
Was The Best Looking Bloke In Our Village. Of
Broken Arrows,Through Broken Hearts,He Loved To Be Adored
But Now I'm Growing Older, But Still I Do Not Look My Age.
But I Want To Grow Old Gracefuliy,Slowly,And Behave......Like The Lady I most Certainly Am.
And And Parky, Well.To Be Perfectly Honest,
I Really DO NOt Give A Dam !
Hello Blue Angel, I liked your poem very much..... it made me smile. My first glance at creative corner. WOW !! The poems here are so poignant and alive. Some are sad , some are happy... either way ,which ever way, they are a true reflection of what we sometimes feel. Keeping it real as well as escapism....got to give it a go , I think..xxx
Bogman...... almost wistful?! oh the glory of.... life ?!
Hello, POL, & welcome. Hope we 'll see some of your poetry soon.I agree with you, BA's poem is good & cheering.
Jagged lines mar my view
They are bright
Where are you.
I cannot see
All is dark
This dazzling brightness
Makes its mark.
I have a picture in my mind
Haystacks,and all kinds
Of farm machinery
Lying in the fields.
The work is done,
Satisfaction it yields
Tractor, trailer covered in debris
Stand like monuments
To a job well done.
Now I am free
Of the brightness blinding me,
Leaving me to see
What's not there.
There is no scene of rural contentment,
At all the harsh realities of a world
With little care
For our fellow travellers.
Darkness has gone
I can see sun,
Follow the signs
To some jagged lines.
I Dreamed A Dream Of Long Ago,
The Stars Did Twinkle,
And The Snow, Did Snow.
All The Streets Were Empty And Dark.
In The Shadow of The Winter Moonlight.
You Could Almost Hear The Snowflakes Fall.
Upon The Trees, Growing Tall.
No Footprints, Anywhere, Could Be Seen.
It Was A Beautiful Winters Scene.
Then, All At Once Music Played!
It Was The Start Of Our Street Parade.
I, Quickly Dressed, And Dashed Outside.
To See The People Dance,
In The Bright Sunlight.
My Dream,I Had Dreamt,Of Long Ago,
Had Melted Away, With The Snow!
It Was Dark,Stil Early.
For West Yorkshire,
It Was The Most Fantastic Day!
"My Water's Have Broken,"
"Fetch My Coat."
"Phone For An Ambulance."
" And, Don't Forget To Leave The Milkmanm a Note!"
The Ambulance Came,
The Crew , They Did Complain!
Today Of All Days,
My Goodness, You Women Can Be Such A Pain!
Bundled Onto A Stretcher,
Into The Blues And Two's,
We Sped Through The Town,
Not A Soul Around.
By Ten Minutes Past One (p,m),
We Had A 7lbs 6oz. Son.
See Yer Later,I Am Off To The Match!
Don't Worry About My Lunch,
I Will Call In At The Hatch.
In Peace And Comfort,
With Our Son In My Arms.
I Watched The Match,
On Hatch And Dispatch!
This day was the 6th of May,1972. The Day I Gave Birth To Our Son,Darren Scott.
He was born in hospital , in, Keighley, West Yorkshire. That was the day when Leeds Utd. won the League Cup!!!Our Son, Darren, who will be forty two years of age on 6th. May supports Liverpool!!!!
Tis the month of May, the countryside has come alive.
The warm heart of England now sees fresh spring growth arrive.
Leicestershire, Warwickshire, yes and Worcestershire too.
All mantled in green as the as the season starts anew.
The land of Shakespeare, Elgar, Housman is an inspiration.
Rolling hills and leafy lanes the spirit of our nation.
Hedgerows, verges creamy white with hawthorn knots.
Sleepy hamlets, brick and thatch and terracotta chimney pots.
Of the shires of central England I wax lyrical.
New season's growth always an annual miracle.
The transformation May brings is always oh so sweet.
Succulent asparagus is Evesham's annual treat.
The sweetest Warwickshire strawberries soon will be around.
The creamiest Stilton is in Leicestershire to be found.
This land of my birth is a treat for all the senses.
An England in miniature but seen through rose-coloured lenses.
In welcoming inns, as your tonsils with real ale you anoint.
You'll find England's warm heartland will surely never disappoint.
(Yorkshire's quite nice too)