Every sunrise
I wish you ice-cream skies
That bring sweet laughter to your eyes
Throughout each day
As you go on your way
Silver linings for you I pray
And every night
I hope that you’ll sleep tight
Sweetly dreaming under starlight
Tag Archives: poem
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
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
https://scvincent.com/2019/01/10/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/
Caramel 