The week that's passed, I believe will be
the penultimate week I'm away
on business for the work that I do
hip hip hip, hooray!
I know that I won't miss this thing
these business trips and travel.
One less small inconvenience
I'll not need to unravel
I wrote a poem with five verses
one for every day
which I could publish on my blog
whilst I was away
The first one introduced the theme
(you read that yesterday)
but now you will be wondering
if substance I'll display
And never fear my readers
I'll not leave you feeling spent
as never will a poem
leave my pen without intent
The only caveat with this
is you read this through the week
to find out with the fifth stanza
that intent of which I speak
So here it is come Friday
no longer it's concealed
a ploy that kept you reading
til the purpose was revealed
I wrote a poem with five verses
one for every day
which I could publish on my blog
whilst I was away
The first one introduced the theme
(you read that yesterday)
but now you will be wondering
if substance I'll display
And never fear my readers
I'll not leave you feeling spent
as never will a poem
leave my pen without intent
The only caveat with this
is you read this through the week
to find out with the fifth stanza
that intent of which I speak...
I wrote a poem with five verses
one for every day
which I could publish on my blog
whilst I was away
The first one introduced the theme
(you read that yesterday)
but now you will be wondering
if substance I'll display
And never fear my readers
I'll not leave you feeling spent
as never will a poem
leave my pen without intent...
I wrote a poem with five verses
one for every day
which I could publish on my blog
whilst I was away
The first one introduced the theme
(you read that yesterday)
but now you will be wondering
if substance I'll display...
In the quiet a moment reconciled
as with some whimsy there I smiled
remembering my inner child
and captured it as memory filed
In the quiet before the day had started
I pondered brief what had departed
recollections I had started
some replete and some half-hearted
In the quiet as sunshine outside beamed
I knew within that what had seemed
to be a moment I had dreamed
was actually the zest that gleamed
Enough's enough so here we go
into the jungle at the rear
aka our back garden which
is really overdue a clear
We've rather let it go of late
and with springtime zest it's grown
into an erstwhile jungle
from the garden we have known
But armed with determination
and some shears we will reclaim
it back from something overgrown
to a garden once again
There in the grass the colour shone
here for a time before they're gone
the pinks and yellows beamed upon
a day of sunshine smiles
It was exquisite, erudite
a picture here to underwrite
the evidence here in my sight
a day of sunshine smiles
One day it's sunny, the next day it's not
and it's yet to get close to something that's hot
but as this is England, I guess that's our lot
so put on a smile and move on
One day the Spring looks set to get going
with colour and zest and sunshine and knowing
but the next day normality, rain and wind blowing
so put on a smile and move on
One day I'll wake to the shine of the sun
that'll warm me and keep me until the day's done
but until that time comes I'll still have my fun
so put on a smile and move on
Sal sings the song a month before me
'cos I in my youth am still sixty-three
But today on her birthday the chorus rings true
so we'll sing it together as that's something we do
The question, rhetorical; clearly and more
'cos of course there's the need now one's sixty-four
Forty-two birthdays both shared together
but the sixty-fourth one means we can be clever
And of course there's the love and of course there's the need
now we've made it to this one (well almost indeed)
So here's to your birthday and for many more
when at last we can sing 'Now I'm sixty-four'!
Bluebell by name and bluebell by nature
the walk was the best in a while
Seven miles wandering the countryside pure
in Sussex to bring us a smile
Five of us this time, numbers have swelled
the family out here together
with mud underfoot and grey of the sky
determined whatever the weather
We took in the woods with the blue and the green
passing paddocks and ponds on the way
before walking the tracks yesteryear provides still
the proud Sussex Bluebell Railway
I laid down several barrowfulls
of mulch upon the ground
covering the remaining grass
that's evident around
Not 'cos we don't like it
but on an allotment it's a pain
as every time we go there
it's strimming time again
It rained for the Coronation, puddles everywhere
but that didn't stop the nation with its pageantry to share
Most of us just stayed indoors to watch it on TV
a rarity in fifty-two but not in twenty-three
I heard that on Hove lawns a giant screen erected
but the precipitation meant that just a few selected
to brave out there the elements early May has gifted
though on this special day most spirits still were lifted
Met an old friend at the Lion & Lobster
he retired ages ago
but at the toss of a coin fairly soon I will join
and pensioner days I will know
But I'm not there yet at the Lion & Lobster
I'm still working you see
Though I'm still a great fan and am making a plan
and a pensioner soon I will be
I know that I knew that the yellow and blue
would under the sun and sky above true
when the springtime arrived would carry their shine
and bring me a smile which would then be mine
And I knew that I knew that their radiance there
in my garden would be a gift to then share
For these are the times I awake from my slumber
and find all these colours in many a number
And from high above Worthing
Victorian houses reaching down to the sea
with the tower of the Dome just catching the sun
crying out for a picture from me
But the image itself needed more to explain
the 'je ne sais quoi' of that time
looking down on the vista so often seen
and from up here looking so fine
So I added some words that seemed about right
to capture the essence right there
of a view I don't think I've seen before once
so obliged in these lines to now share
From Rodmell via Southease, a loop of three miles
as the warmth returned once again
Us four with our boots
'neath the blue of a sky
walking to keep ourselves sane
There were sheep in the rape munching blithely away
and cows lowing there in the field
as the Ouse on the ebb
flowed out to the sea
in the heart of the Sussex Weald
From the Saltings 'cross old oyster beds
the town of Shoreham lay
steeped in ancient history
and yet familiar today
The Norfolk (then suspension) bridge
to fore of course long gone
and the brewery chimneys now replaced
by newer builds upon
The High Street of the new town
with St Mary's to the rear
a town that lives in history
which we all hold so dear
Went back to the lotty, it's looking so good
but from the work Sal has done I knew that it would
It's the first time I've been here so far this year
but as always this place oozes fun times and cheer
So I set out with a plan I had made in advance
with gaffer tape ready prepared for a chance
and fixed the loose panes in the greenhouse with ease
cable ties for the job with which I am pleased
Eight years ago on Star Wars Day
and Obi Wan Kinobi
Small brown, all pudding paws and plump
came to live and stay
Name - no brainer (Ed decided)
so Obi Wan Kinobi
could not on May the fourth be else
something in all confided
So eight years on and May the Fourth
with Obi Wan Kinobi
be with you all and with you stay
on Star Wars day of course
I travelled long the length of England
stayed away for several days
and then for several hours found
a path back to Southern ways
As home is where the heart is
so it's good to get back there
even though these travels are
something to love and share
I'm back in Newcastle, it's been a fair while
but this city of bridges still brings a smile
so don't saddle me with mundane or purile
for these are words from the heart
It's a few degrees colder, I'll give you that
but I have a warm coat and some gloves and a hat
so don't take me for a weak Southern brat
for these are words from the heart
Mayday and to jingling bells
around tall poles and dancers tells
and cries of joy and yodelling yells
first day of summer comes
Midway twixt the equinox
and summer solstice twirl the frocks
with brightly coloured stripy socks
first day of summer comes
So dance we will as dance we must
with 'Calan Mai's' tradition thrust
as to these open arms in trust
first day of summer comes
Walked a five mile loop in a landscape
aliens seemed to have sculpted
strange tall structures there on the beach
descriptive words here prompted
The sun shone bright in April warmth
on slow receding tide
as we four wandered on the sand
and those tall structures spied
I'm excogitating out a simple plan
of something complex making it
from mere thought into fruition
something big to something whit
It's been there long, a growing seed
but now at last the plan lies true
and five months hence from 1st of May
the thinking will become a do
It's fading fast but still remains
a shadow of its former shine
and yet this forlorn memory
is something I still cherish, mine
For though its owners are long gone
and its superstructure fails
there are some precious memories
which passing time quite oft regales
As if I couldn’t tell, the Spring
was evident today
As with flowers white and delicate
Spirea had a say
Arguta genus, Meadowsweets
It’s always first to flower
for shade within my garden
from its small yet fragrant bower