Who forgot to change the month?
Anyone for poetry?
Dear Lin, I am so pleased to see
You have not given up on poetry
And thank you for reminding me
That to my calendars I must see
A poet called Annebernadette,
Was sure she would never forget.
How to write brilliant rhymes,
Done it dozens of times.
Someone better I have not yet met.
I hoped to return with an upbeat-cheerful poem. However, this is how my mind was working.
Already it’s September
Two thirds of the year has gone.
All those months used up,
Hardly remember one!
How many Septembers past
Can you say – that was the date,
When this or that happened,
With no need to hesitate.
Think of nine-eleven,
It will be ten years ago,
How quickly time flies,
Or perhaps you think it’s slow!
It seems like yesterday,
But a decade’s now gone by,
And those images they show
Guaranteed to make me cry.
September, I'll remember
A love once new has now grown old.
I hear you in sad songs
I love to know I loved you
I'm back where I belong
I love to know you loved me
To everything there is a season
I was lost then found
you were my life
As a child I was ready when September came along
To thoroughly enjoy that happy birthday song
The candles on my special cake I could blow out with no fuss
‘Cos everything is simple when you’re young, healthy and robust
Year by year the candles on my cake got more and more
It became a fire hazard to carry through the door
No longer was it possible to stand nearly close enough
For me to even think that I only needed to go ….pooffff
So we all have now decided, the family and me
That this year when the cake arrives and we sit down for tea
I’ll stand to blow the candles out but I will really only pose
Whilst someone out of camera will be ready with the hose!
Right then, everybody round to Pebbles becacause that is one sight to see!
Great images, loved the poem!!
Prem birthday kiss. xx
Thanks Bogman, invitation on it's way
First of all it was the shaking
Told it was of my own making
My writing had become quite small
Still the answer did not dawn
Then some young children mocked my gait
I wasn't standing up quite straight
I was shuffling, looking quite thin
Arms were not doing their thing
Then awful muscle pain crept in
What was my grevious sin?
Then the rounds of doctors, nurses
Hoping I'd get some service
In the end I found that I must
Put my faith in those that I trust
Who, when it comes to push and shove
Do it purely out of love
AB your poem says it all, thanks.
Want send caring thoughts to all those special people who all know who they are.
Read not with concern,the storm abates.
One after the other,think best
D EEP tearing pain steel skewered knife
Thrust E asily rips through cores resistance
Slice DEEP p enetrate castrate this life
Lost heartbeats thud R emoved existence
Switched off DEEP thoughts all E nd embracing
Persistent shuddered S pent the climax
Storm DEEP in soul left S aturating
Sad notes despair on E mpty sax
Wax and Wane - Fight run away
Enter and leave - Go or stay
More or less -Good or bad
Serious or Clown - Happy and sad
Breathe in Breathe out - Chain stoke fight fire
Rough deal good luck - Choose low or higher
Stick or gamble - Wet tears or dry
Regrets contented - Accept or Why
Love and Hate - Death or life
Help and deny - Self or Wife
Scissors paper - Paper stone
Family and friends - Expire alone
Reality now - Frosted glass
Weight falls like Autumn-Increase the mass
Tethered up - Climb the walls
Gambling ended - Stuck in stalls
Hand over reins - Hand over trust
Accept help now - Plan and adjust
Deep discussions - Rebuild each day
Recharge and focus -Find a way.
Hi everybody - great poems in September.
You are inspired and inspiring.
I have stolen a couple of lines from Titan.
Plan and adjust
People to trust
Feelings like dust
Sort them you must.
Let kind arms be thrust
As problems combust
Rebuild each day
We have part to play
Some like to pray
And others will say
We'll show you the way
No price to pay.
Okay you lot, I really need your help,
I have to get things back under control.
If I see food, I eat it, no matter what it is,
Bread and butter, cup cake or sausage roll.
I have become a snack-a-holic, my jaws are never still,
I eat my way through every single day,
Whether a packet of crisps or a biscuit or two,
Dread to think how much the scales will say.
Mobility poor, so I can’t walk far,
Daily exercise - a thing of the past.
Every day I start a diet, knowing full well,
That it’s very unlikely to last!
I know this is true for my clothes don’t fit,
Catching sight in a mirror is a shock!
I’ve had two invitations and for each event,
I would really like a smart new frock.
Fourteen was the size I decided to choose,
But the dress wouldn’t pass over my head!
So I trooped back out to the same clothes rail,
And sadly choose a sixteen instead.
When that didn’t fit, it made me realise,
Size eighteen is much too far to go.
I used to be a ‘twelve’ back in the good old days,
So it’s a slimming line I’ll have to toe!
But how am I to do it when I can’t say no
To a sandwich or a steaming bag of chips?
Please let me know as quickly as you can
How I can lose from bust, waist and hips!
My will-power is low but desire is strong,
To be comfy in my own fair skin.
And for everyone to say, admiration in their tone
You should see Lin - now that she is thin!
Gone are the days when I woke at six
To be greeted by a small boys kiss
The fun and the hard work can't be ignored
Nor can children be thought of a chores
For too short a time we are allowed
The privilage of being parent proud
I can't go on
AB I have written a poem for you but I'm not sure whether to post it here. I don't want to upset you and I can't PM you to ask.
Pebble - post it here.
Yes you can AB because you are strong
You gave life to your boys and that can’t be wrong
With love, hugs and kisses you nurtured twin souls
To reach out and achieve their own set of goals
Hold close in your heart each moment you treasure
The six o’clock kiss that gave you such pleasure
The fun and the laughter that chased away fears
Will always be with you so remember those years
For you are their mother and forever allowed
The right to stand tall and be justifiably proud
You have suffered the ultimate horror for a mother and I can only imagine (and I have a well-developed imagination)what it must be like. My heart goes out to you and my tears flow with yours.
My child, my eldest, is going away travelling next week - to places I would never consider as places to go! Vietnam, Laos, Malaysia, China. She will be away eight months. I am dreading it. But, she is grown-up and wants to see the world - who can blame her? Unfortunately, for me, she takes the sunshine with her.
My other daughter did the same. She spent her gap year in New Zealand. I can't go to a port or airport now without crying - remembering the pain of separation.
Grow-up, me! I never will! Have just had to stop to find a handkerchief!
So, Annebernadette, I feel pretty redundant - even more so with this damned disease which often makes me feel 75 instead of 57!
Take care of yourself and imagine all those warm, caring thoughts heading your way through cyber-space. We all care about you very much.
That is superb. Pebble. My hankie is out again. It is raining outside too.
Thanks Lin. You have also got to be strong. Believe me I know what it is like to be parted from someone you love so much. Now, hankies away and chin up xx