julie-patten - Hello Poetry

The bright side of my brain has got up and gone Where I cannot say. I search every nook and every cranny Every single day. The bright side of my brain has got up and gone Why I'm not too sure. The day I started to write my poems It made straight for the door. The bright side of my brain has got up and gone If it returned, I'd give a cheer. Perhaps if I write something sensible It'll suddenly reappear.

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Aug 7, 2016

Aug 7, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC

NONSENSE

The bright side of my brain has got up and gone Where I cannot say. I search every nook and every cranny Every single day. The bright side of my brain has got up and gone Why I'm not too sure. The day I started to write my poems It made straight for the door. The bright side of my brain has got up and gone If it returned, I'd give a cheer. Perhaps if I write something sensible It'll suddenly reappear.

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I watch, I smile, I wonder At this cheeky little minx. She leaps and runs and skips Stands on her hands and laughs. She reads and writes and draws, She hums and sings and shouts. She is lithe and lively Full of raw energy. In my mind, she sparkles Like a glistening star, Each day, each week, twinkling With humour and surprise. Even with juvenile words Her fresh spirit shines forth. Her love, her guile, her resolve, Her mischief eyes, her pout, Her charm, her warmth, her joy, They enrich my daily life. Soon sleepy, she snuggles close. Her matchstick arms give mighty hugs. Her fine flowing fair hair Settles against my chin. Eyes closed, her dark lashes Brush her rose petal cheeks. I watch, I smile, I give thanks.

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Jul 18, 2016

Jul 18, 2016 at 7:24 AM UTC

MY LOVELY GRANDDAUGHTER (aged 8)

I watch, I smile, I wonder At this cheeky little minx. She leaps and runs and skips Stands on her hands and laughs. She reads and writes and draws, She hums and sings and shouts. She is lithe and lively Full of raw energy. In my mind, she sparkles Like a glistening star, Each day, each week, twinkling With humour and surprise. Even with juvenile words Her fresh spirit shines forth. Her love, her guile, her resolve, Her mischief eyes, her pout, Her charm, her warmth, her joy, They enrich my daily life. Soon sleepy, she snuggles close. Her matchstick arms give mighty hugs. Her fine flowing fair hair Settles against my chin. Eyes closed, her dark lashes Brush her rose petal cheeks. I watch, I smile, I give thanks.

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JO *** MP A loving mother with life and soul A bright young woman of her time A caring woman who topped the poll Has been cut down in her prime A vicious ****** callous and cruel A local man now held by police A man with no compassion at all Dear Jo *** now rest in peace. Labour Member of Parliament for Birstall, Jo *** 41, was murdered in her constituency on June 16, 2016

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Jun 18, 2016

Jun 18, 2016 at 4:44 PM UTC

JO *** MP

JO *** MP A loving mother with life and soul A bright young woman of her time A caring woman who topped the poll Has been cut down in her prime A vicious ****** callous and cruel A local man now held by police A man with no compassion at all Dear Jo *** now rest in peace. Labour Member of Parliament for Birstall, Jo *** 41, was murdered in her constituency on June 16, 2016

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My hood protects me from the wind So sharp it jabs just like a pin. I bow my head and ***** my eyes And tie the cord beneath my chin. I wear my boots to keep me warm Against the wind along the bay. They keep me dry in muddy pools, In sticky sands and salty spray. I watch the tide, tossed by the breeze, Shivering from its frisky chill, Pushed along by nature's force, Washed up the bay against its will. I see stout branches wave and sway, And trembling twigs alive with fear, Bending, blowing every way, Wrestling with the atmosphere. Clouds change their shade as they float past From fluffy white to sombre grey, Like kites up high without their strings, They swirl about then drift away. Flapping hard against the wind Gulls screech and scream their piercing cry. They swoop and soar above the sands With feathers ruffled as they fly. My nose is red, my cheeks are pink. I sniff the salt of grey green sea. My breath is deep, my body leans. I'm ready for a cup of tea.

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Apr 18, 2016

Apr 18, 2016 at 7:17 AM UTC

IT'S BLOWY ON THE COAST

My hood protects me from the wind So sharp it jabs just like a pin. I bow my head and ***** my eyes And tie the cord beneath my chin. I wear my boots to keep me warm Against the wind along the bay. They keep me dry in muddy pools, In sticky sands and salty spray. I watch the tide, tossed by the breeze, Shivering from its frisky chill, Pushed along by nature's force, Washed up the bay against its will. I see stout branches wave and sway, And trembling twigs alive with fear, Bending, blowing every way, Wrestling with the atmosphere. Clouds change their shade as they float past From fluffy white to sombre grey, Like kites up high without their strings, They swirl about then drift away. Flapping hard against the wind Gulls screech and scream their piercing cry. They swoop and soar above the sands With feathers ruffled as they fly. My nose is red, my cheeks are pink. I sniff the salt of grey green sea. My breath is deep, my body leans. I'm ready for a cup of tea.

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Someone I never really knew She was always there for me Watching daily as I grew And fulfilling her duty. A comfort figure in the haze Doing what she had to do. Her voice she sometimes had to raise If I refused to don my shoe. In truth I nevet knew my mother; But do we ever really know The one who loves us like no other; The one who never lets us go? A child like me could never see Her tender loveand care so true. If she was here again with me I'd look at her with eyes anew.

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Mar 5, 2016

Mar 5, 2016 at 8:05 AM UTC

MOTHER AND ME

Someone I never really knew She was always there for me Watching daily as I grew And fulfilling her duty. A comfort figure in the haze Doing what she had to do. Her voice she sometimes had to raise If I refused to don my shoe. In truth I nevet knew my mother; But do we ever really know The one who loves us like no other; The one who never lets us go? A child like me could never see Her tender loveand care so true. If she was here again with me I'd look at her with eyes anew.

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Rising ocean, Hurricane Winds so swift, they howl and wail. From New York as far as Maine Lives in danger from the gale. Swelling seas come crashing down. Great trees uproot from the ground. Scared people fear that they may drown For Sandy's here and knows no bounds. No bus, no train, no way out No light, no heat, no food to eat Dark crumbling city, people shout 'Please help us now,' they do entreat. Hours pass while Sandy roars. Many homes are blown away. Until it goes, the death toll soars, Please pass quickly, they all pray.

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC

SANDY

Rising ocean, Hurricane Winds so swift, they howl and wail. From New York as far as Maine Lives in danger from the gale. Swelling seas come crashing down. Great trees uproot from the ground. Scared people fear that they may drown For Sandy's here and knows no bounds. No bus, no train, no way out No light, no heat, no food to eat Dark crumbling city, people shout 'Please help us now,' they do entreat. Hours pass while Sandy roars. Many homes are blown away. Until it goes, the death toll soars, Please pass quickly, they all pray.

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On your marks TO run your best StOrm ahead to keep abreast ThrOugh the pain within your chest AnxiOus now to pass the rest LifelOng fame could be made DeliciOus win of this decade ScenariO will never fade LimitatiOns not obeyed

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC

'O'N THE MOVE

On your marks TO run your best StOrm ahead to keep abreast ThrOugh the pain within your chest AnxiOus now to pass the rest LifelOng fame could be made DeliciOus win of this decade ScenariO will never fade LimitatiOns not obeyed

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I marvel at green field and tree But soon I spy light industry. I gaze along the far skylines At swinging arms of white turbines; At rolling hills and charming dales Spoilt by major roads and rails; At masts and pylons standing tall By meadow, moor and grey stone wall. I see hens and how they're fed; They cluck and peck inside a shed. Once in the yard and strutting free, They're now confined by lock and key. My ears hear farm machinery That drowns out silent scenery; And rumbling tractors down the lane As frightening as an aeroplane. My country stroll is nearly done But it hasn't really been much fun. The hand of man is everywhere: For wild and wondrous, look elsewhere. *** More poems: go to book page and blog page at www.novelsforyou.wix.com/novelsforyou (also novels and short stories)

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Feb 4, 2016

Feb 4, 2016 at 8:13 AM UTC

MY VIEW FROM THE LANE

I marvel at green field and tree But soon I spy light industry. I gaze along the far skylines At swinging arms of white turbines; At rolling hills and charming dales Spoilt by major roads and rails; At masts and pylons standing tall By meadow, moor and grey stone wall. I see hens and how they're fed; They cluck and peck inside a shed. Once in the yard and strutting free, They're now confined by lock and key. My ears hear farm machinery That drowns out silent scenery; And rumbling tractors down the lane As frightening as an aeroplane. My country stroll is nearly done But it hasn't really been much fun. The hand of man is everywhere: For wild and wondrous, look elsewhere. *** More poems: go to book page and blog page at www.novelsforyou.wix.com/novelsforyou (also novels and short stories)

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