Moving Onwards And Upwards

I am one of these people who doesn’t make roots

But floats around from place to place

People tell me that I really must settle down

That I ought to own my own space

But I prize this gift not many others possess

Freedom to move and leave no trace

No responsibilities, no debts, no contracts

I’ve no heavy burdens to face

These people who tell me that I’m no achiever

One day they will get off my case

I live simply with contentment and avoid stress

I avoid this world’s crazy pace

When others realize they can get off the treadmill

An impossible dream they chase

Cast off their slavery, be free now they know that this

Corrupt system is a disgrace

Saving the planet, other creatures and ourselves

Rejecting the absurd rat race

If we were all content with the things that we need

Don’t you think that would be ace?

 

The Cloud Weaver

I was on my way home from work one day

Smiling and waving at passersby

All of a sudden I looked up above

And became quite transfixed by the sky

The scene on high was a treat to behold

Fluffy candyfloss clouds caught my eye

Instinctively I knew just what this meant

The Cloud Weaver is dancing on high

 

With charming grace she can kick up a storm

You’re unlikely to find her when you try

Her movements proceed the beating of rain

You won’t hear her dance because she’s shy

She pirouettes, she leaps up and she twirls

Far and away her little feet fly

She silently dances up there and yet

Leaves dreamy white scenes for you and I

 

Next time you go out, look up at the sky

Search for the Cloud Weaver dancing on high

The Countdown

I just saw that Teresa is hosting a poetry challenge. I don’t know what has come over me, but I am feeling rather rhymeful this evening. Is “rhymeful” even a word? This is Teresa’s challenge below:

Poems come in all shapes and sizes, syllable counts and themes. There are more than 100 different poetic forms listed here that you can try on for size. Find one form and use the picture as inspiration. Remember, the point is to have fun…and there is no such thing as a bad poem. (That’s a lovely thing to say Teresa…but I would volunteer most of my poems as bad!)

https://maplesswanderer.wordpress.com/2020/03/09/poetry-challenge-1/

Tick tock

I’m watching the clock

Tick tock

They’re going to get a shock

Tick tock

Seeing me run round the block

Tick tock

This time I’m aiming to knock

At least half a second off my record for the quickest dash from my desk to the canteen

 

Tick tock

I’ve been waiting all day

Tick tock

We’re only minutes away

Tick tock

Then we can ditch the grey

Tick tock

What will the teachers say?

Tick tock

When we stampede out of school with a great cheer for summer vacation is finally here

 

I’m Going To Be…

I’m going to be…

Your bright spark

Your’s Noah’s ark

Your shot in the dark

Your walk in the park

 

I’m going to be…

Your last mile

Your brightest smile

Your defining style

Your every worthwhile

 

I’m going to be…

Your fresh start

Your winning dart

Your off the chart

Your from the heart

 

I’m going to be…

Your best show

Your warmest glow

Your get up and go

Your only I know

 

I’m going to be…

Your big try

Your reason why

Your do or die

Your flying high

 

I’m going to be…

Everything you want me to be

Everything you could ask of me

Everything you want in a she

Everything you need to be free

 

 

To All The Frogs I’ve Kissed Before

Normally, I look at Teresa’s writing prompt first thing in the morning and think up a story during the day. But when I woke up this morning, my headache was thundering. I was rather hopeless today. So, I have come home and now feel incapable of coming up with a proper short story/flash fiction post. But I wanted to do something inspired by Teresa’s fantastic prompt:

Your challenge today, should you accept it, is to find your inner child and write your take on the Fantasy subgenre of Fairy Tale and see where it leads…or whatever/wherever the picture takes you.

https://maplesswanderer.wordpress.com/2020/01/20/daily-writing-prompt-20/

Well…I am shattered. These long long work days are taking a toll on my mental energies. So, I could not imagine a story tonight. Instead I present to you some awful poetry!!! It’s been a while, but I do like to keep my hand in at being a terrible poet!

 

It’s time for bed, darkest night once more

The house is silent, there’s not a peep

I’ll close my curtains and lock the door

Keep my eyes tight shut and try to sleep

While around my head dance dreams galore

Tonight you won’t find me counting sheep

Rather, all the frogs I’ve kissed before

That one who turned out to be a creep

And oh the one who was such a bore

But then the frog that I wanted to keep

When he left England, my heart was sore

For my fav’rite frog, a love so deep

I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure

With him I am ready to take a leap

Our bond will last, whether rich or poor

Tears of joy Frog Prince Jack makes me weep

 

Dawn’s Delightful Post

I very rarely re-blog anything. I think I have only ever done so once in fact in a whole year of blogging. But I have occasionally mentioned posts from other bloggers. I just figure you may have already read posts I like, and I don’t to keep re-blogging things you have already seen in your WP Reader.

However…

…I read something I loved so much. My favourite post of all the posts I have managed to read this week belonged to Dawn, the creator of A Shared Space:

https://dawnbird.blog/2019/04/25/last-night/

It is a short post…only eight short lines long, but it made me take a deep breath, so taken was I by it. I don’t want to ruin it for you. And I thought it better to give you a link straight to Dawn’s post rather that re-blogging it so you could read it on my site.

Enjoy!

And Now You Rest In Peace

This dreadful poem

(I can only apologise for my pathetic attempts at writing poetry)

is inspired by Jack

– who is still alive and kicking by the way:

Ever the benevolent

Forthright and daring

Always so noble

Applauded as caring

 

They knew not of your heart of stone

Tales of snuffed out romance you did not want told

Afraid that a woman may distract you

Hardening your resolve, letting your own blood run cold

 

Only I really knew you

Why you put valour and volunteering before all

I will honour you forever

My love will never fail, my regard will never fall

 

You have lived without luxury or comforts

And now you rest in peace

Their thoughts of your good deeds will fade

But my love will never cease

 

Thursday photo prompt: Honour #writephoto

Above It All

Why should I not celebrate a year of the sweetest comfort, tactile affection, excitement and deep joy with Goldfinch by making another attempt at a poem – don’t laugh!

Nearest to my heart

He will forever be

The light of my life

Together flying free

Through yellow gold skies

Sweet days of utter bliss

Warmed for years to come by

Memories of his kiss

Goldfinch my new guide

Raising me up above

Teaching the best way

Of how to know true love

 

 

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/daily-writing-challenge-nov-10/

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/tactile/

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/11/10/your-daily-word-prompt-nearest-november-10-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Guide