Sharing

I am laughter and fun
and everything good
Which if you look around
as you know that you should
You will as I do
find that most everywhere
there is laughter and fun
with a duty to share

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Blood on their Hands

First published on http://www.fleetingmuse.wordpress.com on March 12, 2018

Behind the hearty laughter
Lurked depression sinister
As everyone looks for an answer
After the terrible disaster
What were the missed signs
Was this part of a design

Words about Seagulls

I have written of seagulls
(Well, I would, wouldn’t I?)
As, living in Sussex
you’ll oft hear their cry

They’re as much of a part
of a life by the coast
as the people who live here
The sea playing host

A soliloquy for Christmas

A soliloquy for Christmas
with a little introspection
Thinking of the year that’s been
in pensive contemplation
And looking forward to the next
anticipation growing
For all the promise that’s in store
A smile, as I’ve the knowing

A Christmas Eve walk

The day of the eve before Christmas
and all of us out for a walk
Taking in Sussex, the river and downs
for a jolly good laugh and a talk

Conversing about the things we have done
whilst out in the fair countryside
Dusting off cobwebs, eight miles or so
Family and friends to confide

Clowns

they filled our icy breath

and rolled springs of laughter

bathing our arid hearts

The green and the grey

The prevailing Sou’Westerly’s blowing quite hard
with white horses out there today
Its cooler but the view from the beach
is great with the green and the grey

Smile III

I only have five letters
but they go a long, long way
Combined they spell out something
that will brighten up a day
Sometimes I’m told I use it
too often in my verse
But I tend to ignore that
for the other thing is worse

New Old Friends

by debbie

                      

5 years ago last night my best friend had an aneurysm in her lung and passed away at 61. You just can’t go out and meet OLD Friends

Christmas day haiku

And so it’s Christmas
Laughter, cries of joy and smiles.
Love is all around.

Fridays

I think perhaps that Fridays
are of a week my favourite day
As they often happen after
four days of toil and fray

Waves & Laughter – haiku

The bigger the waves
the louder my shout becomes
Laughing on the shore

Three Alpacas

We had a walk in the forest
and the woods round about
The weather was warm
and the sunshine was out
Then full of high spirits
it was back for some brunch
as it was too late for breakfast
and too early for lunch

Geocaching

With the temperature feeling more like
early summer in the sun
We went geocaching in the forest
All seven having fun
Following co-ordinates
we found clues along the way
whilst pausing for some photographs
on this fine October day

Roadtrip II

We’re off to the New Forest
for a long weekend of fun
Seven of us together
in the cool October sun
We’ve hired a big log cabin
In the woods at Sandy Balls
packing lots of warmer clothes
in case the winter calls

When swans fly

When swans fly it is with grace
sustained with effort there
Slender necks streamlined in flight
elite and debonair

Riding with seagulls

I’m riding with seagulls
down here on the beach
as they fly alongside me
just out of reach
It’s like swimming with dolphins
just as wonderful and
the only change is that
I’m still on the land

A dog, the ‘force’ and a smile

n a patch of yellow flowers
he sat and looked at me
panting in the sunshine
and acting playfully
He was quite content to sit there
long enough to take a snap
before running off and playing
for he’s a boisterous little chap

Ruby Red

Last summer I found rubies
They’d been kissed by the sun
They were so beautiful
and second to none
Growing there in abundance
in a meadowland field
A patch of pure treasure
from the sun’s warming yield

Beside the sea

I watched the sea
it did me proud
It roared at me
I laughed out loud
The sun was warm
bright in my face
on Shoreham beach
my special place

Sing a new Song

 

When going through the valley, thinking laughter will never come again

Surprises of joy burst through the clouds every now and then.

Everyday just singing the woeful dirge of pain

Christ’s  presence helps us sing even in the pouring rain.

Never can one speak high enough of the virtues of laughter shared,

Power that courses through us like healing balm freely shared.

Anticipation II

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.
 

Anticipation lies waiting
as excitement grows
from the ends of my fingers
to the tips of my toes
And though all my children
are all grown up now
the magic’s stayed with us
and is stronger somehow

Fields of long summers

 

In fields of long summers
explored as a child
Seeking out blackberries
which grew in the wild
Enjoying adventures
in grass baked by the sun
Those were the days
filled with laughter and fun

Solstice

Summer Solstice Father’s day
longest daytime too
Sunshine brought the magic
for this middle day of June

We sort of played some golf
and hit some balls around
But they went in all directions
mixed with laughter sound

Counting my blessings

Started counting my blessings
but the task it is tough
Soon ran out of fingers
two hands not enough
One for each friend
and there are many of those
Far more than my fingers
and even my toes

Exciting

Mugginess building
Yellowing skies
reckon we’ll soon be
in for surprise

Distant rumbling
of the thunder
Overhead dark
clouds asunder

~ Living Life Vicariously

Laughter drifted through the window

Flower petal curtains seemed to join;

Sheer happiness, sheer elegance,

Caught on a late spring breeze
Yesteryear memories found their way in

Wafted about the room as did lilac scent

An evening out

 

A manic day, rushing about
More emails in than emails out
Early start and finish late
Not denting much my full workstate