Hazel Connelly

Hazel Connelly Sep 2012

THE NET

The net's a big headache
I need a bloke you see
I search and search for hours
But can't get one for free.

I bought myself a web cam
I thought I could chat and play
But there wern't any blokie blokes
Only the ones that were gay.

Hang on! Who's this?
It's a blokie figure
He looks like me grandad
But me grandad's thinner.

Says his name is Bertie
Asks if I'm into leather
Then said I was a bore
We wouldn't be good together.

Oh wait! I must be dreaming
I see a tanned Blokee
I smile at his picture
He smiles back at me.

He speaks , I can't hear him
He hears, but can't see
I think my PCs broken
Why does it happen to me?

I think I'm in love
I hope he feels the same
Oh ****! my PCs crashed
And I never got his name.

© Hazel

Hazel Connelly Aug 2012

RAINBOW

I'm here to shed light on your day
We're not having any black or grey,
Ride the rainbow high and low
Spread the colour wherever you go.

From the rainbows seven colours true
Painting the sky with dazzling hue
Red, orange, yellow, green
Blue, indigo and violet seen.

In every life ther's a rainbow
With nothing but the world below
It has no gate it has no door
It arches like a bridge from shore to shore.

Each individual colour is so clear
Which never ceases to bring cheer
Way way up in the sky
And we really don't know why..

© Hazel

Hazel Connelly Aug 2012

A DAY IN MY LIFE

A day in my life
I wish you could see
Just what it's like
To be plain me.

A little bit picky
A stickler for what's right,
When the going is tough
I read poetry all night.

When yesterdays madness,
Storms in my way,
I raid my silent mind
And hope for a better day.

When evening draws near,
Sadness cascades down my face,
It's you that I turn to
With a smile, to replace.

O' Virtual lover, one more thing,
Facebook or Tweet, if you'd like to share
Visit me in My Space
E-mail, if you really care..

© Hazel

Hazel Connelly Aug 2012

PEOPLE

Walking, Sitting, talking everywhere
People standing, please don't stare.
Running, jogging, around the park,
Please don't go there after dark.

Screaming, yelling, children shout,
Mothers queuing at the checkout.
Singing, dancing, laughing, crying
Babies born, people dying.

Talking on the mobile phone
Sat at home all alone,
Settling in the old armchair
I'm sure I should be elsewhere.

Daylight now is growing dim,
Chance of visitor now slim.
Locking up for the night,
Waiting, for tomorrows daylight..

© Hazel

Hazel Connelly Aug 2012

CANVAS

Before my eyes brilliant colour perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.

The power mother nature can release
could make a painter a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.

Red, Orange, Yellow, Green and Brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put down,
Bright and vibrant Maple red and Golden Oak
Living breathing with every brush stroke.

© Hazel

Hazel Connelly Aug 2012

ASPIRE TO REACH THE SKY

Sports men and women ready
All wanting to aspire to their dreams
Each with goals to set
Within their own teams.

In an Olymic event
On the track ready to run
Making sure you don't come last
People cheering you on.

In a moment of peace
Like when doves fly
Tears flow down their cheeks
As dreams aspire to reach the sky.

2012 They came to London
They competed, they won they lost.
Returned to their own countries
Memories forever embossed.

© Hazel

Hazel Connelly Aug 2012

SYMPHONY of the ELEMENTS

The orchestra of wind blowing
Through lush green trees,
Builds from a whisper
To a forte with ease.

Lightning casts a blinding light
In white, dangerous rhythm
Thunder drums quietly, then boom
In crescendo to the anthem.

Maestro of land sea and sky
Of many sounds and sights,
Living breathing symphonies
Singing lullabies at nights.

And then to amaze us all
Playing symphonies again
Applause ripples through the valley
and showers us with rain.

The rise and fall of notes
A rush of lightning rhapsody
The concerto finally comes to rest
In such peaceful harmony..

© Hazel