If your toast had to decide which spread
and on which side does it get put on the bread
If  it were for dipping
then it would favour the dripping
Oherwise it would opt for the jam instead.

Listen to yourself
And fall head over heals in love
With yourself.
Learn to respect your body
Filling it with good things
Listening to good stuff.
If it is full of bad *******
Then it is reflected.
Fill a bath with ***** water
and your skin will scream.
Fill it with hope from paradise
coconut oil, strawberries and cream
Then it will glow and you will flow
like crystal clear waters of porcelain.
Listen to music that beats with your heart
The pace not a race is important.
Learn to love yourself like a lullaby
Then you will be filled with happiness
and very little will you cry.
Fill your world with promises,
Do your best - it is for you.
Fill your dreams with hopes
and make these two come true.
You are important in this world
You can make a difference believe me
You are beautiful, look for the good
Look for the things you do not see.
For they are there. Bring them out
Those that dont, well they are funny folk
Life is to be lived, seriously lived to the full
You only get one shot, and that's no joke.
I am not saying go to the extreme, just look
learn and sing a lover's lullaby
If you do it then you will be pleased with yourself
and that you have helped yourself and had a try.

This is an example of an onion that cried
His emotions having been pent up inside
He had said to his mate
"If I end upon a plate"
"I would rather be boiled than fried.

There is an owl on the gate and he is singing “tu whit tu whoo”
He is not sure whether he is at Chelsea or indeed at Kew.
The Pig knew here there were well to do types
He also knew that bamboo was green and had stripes.
There were ladies dressed in white Broderie Anglais
The Pig was vile covered in Italian Spaghetti Bolognese.
The Pig said “Oh I do really beg your pardon
I do like a good nosh up in your garden”.
The Duck preferred a patch with movement and flow
The Pig on the other hand stuff hadn’t chance to grow.
The Duck needed style, imagination and some shape
And all that the Pig required was a simple landscape.
The Pig needed mud and a garden full of sweet roses
Rather a contrast but his stuff just decomposes.
Both were impressed with the Chelsea Flower Show
And shot off to see what they could plant and grow.

I open the window
the mist rolls in off the sea
sweeping like a fluffy blanket
pity hasn't keep the sea warm
there is no horizon, it's the same
just white, misty vision.
The air is biting
so cold it stings my skin
rushing in like an unwelcome visitor
there is no horizon it's the same
just a milky opaque sight.
The beam from the lighthouse
sprays LED sparkles on the waves
it dances with the movement of the sea
jigging, squirting froth forward
ebbing and flowing
coming and going.
There is a distance in the air
a quiet , a silence now.
The atmosphere changes
brightens, clouds are apparent
moving, clearing,
and out comes the sun.

Held in the moment
Held in the suspension of time
This time was not the moment
He was a victim of crime.
Held in the cell
Held against his will
This time was not his moment
He needs a magical spell.
His wish came true
Held in the dream
It was definitely the moment
Thanks to the defending team.
It was all a mistake
He was held without cause
Well I guess it has to be
No get out clause.

When my skin needs ironing
along with my clothes on my thin frame.
The black bruises on the back of my hand
When I'm old will I still be treated the same?

When my eyesight is not so good,
and I am having a job just to see.
There will be black bruises on the back of my hand
and a couple of them will be on my knee!

Will you still love me, will you still care?
Will I annoy you to make you get up and leave?
Will you still be there for me every step of the way
And even when I have to wipe my nose on my sleeve.

My droopy eye lids will cover my face
My hair will be grey and I might be fast asleep
Will you still love me, like you do now
Or is it time for me to go and time for you to weep.

Please tell me now, I cant wait for thesse to occur.
Will you still love me, or will you grow to hate me
These things I think I ought to know
Because time is runnng short if it's time for me to flee.

Sometimes we all want peace and quiet
Sometimes we all wish to shout
Sometimes we all need someone
Sometimes that offer is in doubt.
Doubt is such an ugly word
A word where there is no trust
To have that trust in someone
Is as absolute must.
But maybe sometimes that someone
Does not wish to be about
Maybe that someone sometimes is in doubt
Putting that word to one side
Maybe he or she wants to confide
Because maybe someone shouts sometimes
And sometimes that someone is deep inside.

Love is addictive
but then it jolly well should be.

Today I think of others
others lying cold in the street
surviving on nothing
with cold hearts and feet.
All they want is a chance
a hope a dream to come true
a meal, a drink a bit of love
and that coud come from you.
It could come from me as well
and I will do all that I can
open a door, open your heart
a welcome is all that they need
a hot meal will do for a start.
I am giving my coat today
to someone to keep them warm
in this cold biting wind
cold bittter snow that blows a storm.
It is no joke, lying with all but a box
cardboard to keep out the rain
endless cold days is enough
to drive anyone insane.
Give all you can as I will do today.
Thank you for reading this
and togther we can help.

A ray of sunshine shone through blue glass
mixing with dappled light it was a delight
The green of the shiny leaves sparkled in the sun
but something, just something was not quite right.
Maybe it was the position of the sun at the time
maybe it was something that nobody would have known
out of the silence shot a bolt of unexpected doubt
it was another male voice on the end of the phone.
It was a blast from her past, a shoulder that had tears
dripping down his pale blue shirt just pressed
now he chose the most unwanted time for a call
the rest of the congregation were not impressed.
His voice ran cold down her spine, leaving a chill
his voice was sort of comforting tell you that for free
but she showed no emotion, a poker face was had
and she looked as lovely as a bride should be.

My thoughts soar
Way above my expectations
Not like before
I look into the blue
and I hope he does too.

He went, I stayed
It was his price
that he paid
Looking into the blue
and I hope he did too.

Silently without thought
He slides his arm around her waist.
Brushing her face with his finger
Her soul feels embraced.
Nothing needs to be said
It is written across his face
The love they feel for each other
Could never be replaced.
But there is something
Buried deep inside his head
Something to which she cannot access
Something which she will always dread.
There is a frown that passes his brow
Each time he looks lovingly at her
It rings alarm bells in her mind
An emotion she would transfer.
Does he love her? I am sure that he does
He stays with her so that is clear
A shiver runs down her spine
And now she have everything to fear.
The grip tightens
She looks at him as if she’s under review.
His icy blue eyes smile and he whispers to her
“My darling, you are my life, I do love you."
But would that be enough
She looks worried and begins to shake
Nerves get the better of her
She thought about give and take.
That is part of it but it has all gone wrong
He is taking and she is giving.
He has started to sing another song
Could she be forgiving?
Is this the same man?
Where had hers gone?
She has seen another side
Now she wants to run.
But she remembers
to have His faith above
And she finds hope and feels
his desperate touch of love.

A penny for me and a penny for you
Dont look at me with those eyes of blue
You are draining me dry and that is true
Living it up, with those eyes of blue.

There is a fairy
that is so very brave.
She dresses in blue
and her name is Dave.
That is a man's name
I hear her cry.
The chief fairy named her
that is the reason why.
She arrived under a mushroom
all those years ago.
Wrapped in a blue spider's web
with a silken silver glow.
She had deep blue eyes
that others would so crave.
That is why she got her name
The brave fairy Dave.
So all her little years
hanging around looking nice
Until she spoke of her name
The others looked twice.
They all had the same opinion
Hats off to her they all thought
With a collection done all year
for her they all had bought
a new name - The Blue Fairy.
Now she was in her element
blue eyes to match her new name
somehow, she now knows things
will never quite be the same.


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Happy - I know that I will be
Disappointed - of course I am
When I get my wings I'll be free
to get me out of any pickle or jam.
Surprised - you can bet I was
Shocked - I know what I'm like
I can't just hop on a bus
or peddle like mad on a bike.
Content - I was at ease
Pleased - when an angel came
The joy brought me to my knees
Without my wings wouldn't be the same

Thank goodness he has gone out of my life, through the door
He just about managed to squeeze his head through the gap.
He thought himself above his station, what a nightmare, a bore
I told him he needs to rinse out his words under a running tap.

Will he listen though, I hope he does, it is up to him, I don't care
Too many years I have suffered heard it all so many times before.
But I know what he'll do, bury his head, I like to think where
He is rotten in his bones, in his head through to his very core.

Lucky escape, lightening reactions
The cat that got the cream.

This is the story of diamond Fred
who spent endless hours in his shed
now that sound insane
but he could not refrain
from using his clever old head.

He would use his time to invent
and savoured every precious time spent
He was a Jack the lad
but that was not at all bad
his inventions were thoughtfully meant.

The fact that after they were made
they refused to work he was afraid
he was missing the old bolt
but it was not his fault
if his invention did not make the grade.

So he sat one day rubbing his old head
and came up with a bright idea instead
His faith had returned again
thanks to his marvellous brain
he could knock down and replace the shed.

Now was this really a good plan
he was now getting a rather old man
he let out a grunt
to put it a but blunt
his ideas were given an all time ban.

His wife took away the shed key
after  a long and painful plea
his wife saw red
and banned old Fred
he is now as miserable as can be.

The one thing that he could ever dread
was staring out of the window in his bed
he glared at his wife
he once had his own life
now he has to be a husband Diamond Fred.

I stroll along a familiar path
that leads to nowhere
but it is somewhere to me
but then is life fair.
This path leads me straight
so that no deviation is necessary
as straight as a dogs leg
but then I am not fussy.
we pass hills too steep to climb
streams -too cold to face
clover, daisies and chalk we pass
now we have to pick up the pace.
The daisies remind me of you
pure yet straight laced
the clover makes me blush
are we tied to the same brush?
The wind sweeps the land
cleaning it of unwanted leaves
deep down it needs a good clean
the universe believes.
Dumping ******* on the earth
sweeps the mind of guilty men
this walk,I believe will eventually
happen once again.

“I’m doing the funky chicken”
Said a breathless ageing Duck.
The Pig was as white as snow
He was dumbstruck.
Feathers were flying everywhere
As the Duck felt the beat.
The Pig could not move his eyes
From the Duck’s unbelievable feet.
He was staring intently
He was now in a trance
He had not one clue
That the Duck could dance.
The Duck put up his wing
And had said to give him five.
He was well in with the groove
Spinning and now to jive.
But the Pig wasn’t agile enough
His trotters had now forgot.
They’d refused to move
Let alone tackle the fox trot.
But with practice
Maybe then he would improve.
Maybe!

May you rest in peace
This world has lost a good man
a kind, true gentleman.
A man who was proud of who he was
and what he had achieved.
There are no words to portray the
sadness that we all feel
May a million silver butterflies
guide your way to eternal peace.
May just one silver butterfly stay
by your side forever an a day.
We bow our heads in sadness Richard
for you will be forever missed.
If I see a silver butterfly,I will call your
name, tears will well in my eye but there will be a
smile -Richard Riddle RIP.

When you go through the darkness
and you travel briefly across the light
Through your pain and then your sorrow
You are destined then to win your fight.

The pain was tough, we know
the sorrow was the very least tragic
then fresh hopes and dreams were born
and then through the silence came magic.

Sparkles dropped like raindrops from above
shining like gems from a newly commissioned crown
Overwhelming feelings of happiness
turned the frowns upside down.

Through your disaster comes triumph
Through the dark it seems you have won
This feeling, take with you ever after
because today your new day has begun.

Silently without thought
He slides his arm around her waist.
Brushing her face with his finger
Her soul feels embraced.
Nothing needs to be said
It is written across his face
The love they feel for each other
Could never be replaced.
But there is something
Buried deep inside his head
Something to which she cannot access
Something which she will always dread.
There is a frown that passes his brow
Each time he looks lovingly at her
It rings alarm bells in her mind
An emotion she would transfer.
Does he love her? I am sure that he does
He stays with her so that is clear
A shiver runs down her spine
And now she have everything to fear.
The grip tightens
She looks at him as if she’s under review.
His icy blue eyes smile and he whispers to her
“My darling, you are my life, I do love you.

Lift the blanket and peep out
The rush of wind hits the socket
a finger dares to explore the cold air
That gets shoved back in the pocket.
Oh it is oh so cold out there
I can hear the wind rush round the trees
I wonder if Jack Frost has been
I can now feel the cold around my knees.
Well take the bold step and out I pop
from the safety and warmth of my bed
A quick dash here and a quick dash there
Pull on the nearest warm thing and off I shoot
To the kitchen for my tummy to be fed!

"Come by, come by"  the shepherd calls
To a black and grey dog that's not there.
He's minding his own business
Which to him is all very fair.
A whistle is blown, but on deaf ears
The sheep thinks it is all a scream
They run wildly all over the field
But the dog's done in, out of steam.
"Come on lad, round 'em up for me"
The shepherd's voice is slightly raised
But the dog does not care one little jot
He neither cares or is phased.
The dog starts a sit-in and makes a sign
"Less sheep, more juicy bones"
The sheherd laughs, so do the sheep
The dog sighs and all afternoon moans.
The sheep's wool uncurls, fear looms
Another dog springs an attack
The shepherd has a smile on his face
Watching the first dog creep on back.
The sheep dont know what has hit them
They are rounded up in the blink of an eye
The sheep **** through open gates at speed
and did an immediate left towards the pig's sty.
Textbook!

Looking through the images in your mind
The colours fade from great to grey
Is it that you are trying to find
a better start to the day?
It is beyond a dream, it is a pain
a pain that will never go away
Look back, examine those images again
and you will find that they start from grey
the colours will explode into view
the black as the ace of spades stays
leaving such a vibrant hue
which will paint over the dismal days.
It is beyond one's imagination
It is somewhere in-between
Beyond one's expectation
it has gone past a dream.

Four letters for a four letter word
That may sound to you somewhat absurd
But we cling on to them, we all need hope
It is these little letters that let us cope.

Woken
With a smash
Broken
From a clean wash
Folding out creases
That bother
Picking up the pieces
From a father
Left long ago
Sad times then
Although
It wont happen again.
Broken
Silent
But outspoken
Violent
Never
But broken.

you smile, my knees knock
with excitement
You make the hands on the clock
stand still
Time is a velvet runway
with no seconds on it
Life is smooth like chocolate
when I stand by you I feel your strength
your power
You are my power always has been
always will be
until our seconds cease to be
It is called love, and it comes to us all
sometime, somehow, someday.
My love came when I was just sixteen
and i still have it, always will have
that is when my velvet runway cracks
my chocolate dries up and my seconds die.

Standing in the middle of the street
Wearing his very best of clothes
Trying to look all romantic and discreet
Clutching a single red rose.

She opens her curtains and looks through
And his eyes water as she looks divine
He shouts to her  "my darling I love you
Will you please, please be my valentine."

As "Lauren" would proably say "Yes I'm bothered
but then am I? Bothered. I ought to be, my tale
will be told.  My heart broke the day you went away
it's as if my heart went up for sale.
My very being packed its emotional baggage and left
left the part of me that was needed, wanted not able
not able to cope any more, the part cries out tearfully
my cards were dealt and shuffled and spread on the table
religiously, hopefully not in a way unblessed, but wished
wished that that part would return,come home, return
but the feelings attached detached themselves and
for the want of a better word left to ignite,set fire  burn
The heat left scorched my soul, brought feelings
to the front I never knew existed, never knew they were there
but I often wonder why now, did I believe it, did I know?did I want this and also did I just care?

"Not called at a bad time have I"
The clock announced half past four
"You are looking grand Annie"
Said the old sop leaning on the door.

"Let go of this and I'll fall" he said
She considered a gentle push
"Keeping me upright this is"
She now wished she'd got a brush.

"Looking great for your age you old trout"
she seethed inside and didn't reply
"how about me and you ,together"
her reply - not a chance I can get by.

"You and me are a team
fetching and carrying my special tea
You never know your luck
I could get down on one knee"

Perish the thought she held the thought
Is this all I have now- is this all that's left
she visualised scraping the barrel
she could get less stress for theft.

She thought her 90 years had served her well
Maybe if her teeth were her very own
She put her hands around her girth
maybe she could lose a few stone.

She wanted a younger man
Not a wrinkled and smelly drunk
Whose hair had disappeared and
his whole person had shrunk.

Maybe one day I will get my catch
Annie would perhaps be happier than this
She rolled her hairnet over the sponge curlers
and the drunk had planted on her a big kiss.

In places where dreams dare to meet
thoughts are scattered on the floor
ideas just waiting patiently on the street
and major break throughs hang on the door.
Under the biggest bridge you come across
Over the toughest hill anyone could climb
Meeting for the first time the strictest boss
and earning money to keep and say "that's mine".
Situations come and go like the wind and rain
Heart aches and headaches show their face
but then out comes the sunshine and kills pain
and whatever situation, it becomes a nicer place.

Looking through and reading poems
here on our wonderful site
I am so proud to be here with you all
Where else could it be so right.

You are all all brilliant with the written word
Each and every letter placed just so.
You put smiles on faces, bring tears to eyes
I know if I want cheering up I haven't far to go.

A smile shines upon a face
Cracked and parched by the sun
Blistered feet trek in the heat
Carrying water for everyone.
Three hours daily they walk
To a watering hole ***** and crude
Yet still he smiles having no choice
But to bring water to cook food.
Foreigners arrive to lay new pipes
Hope lies now on a wrinkled face
Water gushes from a shiny tap
Drenching life into a dismal place.
Children scream with delight and joy
Sadly they have never splashed before
Tears well in the foreigner’s eye
A shiny tap now means so much more.
A new smile shines upon a face
Pleased that the work has been done
Blistered hands applaud in the heat
At long last the children can have fun.

Giving in to something is a silly process
an insult to all that I have ever said and done.
But I am here to stay if you will have me
Because I am going to write, that is what I want to do
So until the sun ceases to shine, till the rains run dry
until the birds in the sky are unable to fly
I will write like the wind, fly like a bird and have fun.
If that is okay by you?

Like the snow that drifts under a door
dormant for a while but safe and sound
for now.  Until the wind blows, it goes
somewhere for now. Blows around
then the snow falls like  stars from the sky
twinkling down, sugary and sweet
for now.  Then it drifts,sparkling and dry
like the drink in your shiny glass,
topped with a cherry on a bit of wood
like the twig by your door with a berry
stuck to it for now. Shake not stirred if it could
like James would.  Ice drifts, sealing in frozen
red berries around my doorstep .Drifting ice
that floats on top of the world at the cap
reminding me that the shards of ice poking
out of my garden watering tap
look the same for now.  It is the same.

Roses are not red
Violets are not blue
It is this that I dread
Falling for you.

Roses are blue
Violets are red
In my world it's true
It's time we're wed.

So place a ring
On the finger, left hand
The angels will sing
I will demand.

Bells will ring out
the bells will chime
The angels will shout
and you will be mine.

This is a very confusing issue
It has doubt written all over it.
I read my work from the start
to the terrifying end.
And then that thought springs to mind.
Will it ever trend
I have to agree with Phil
I sit and I stare and at the end of the day
I dont care.
I write to make a smile appear on a face
Somewhere, sometimes, some place.
That if I have achieved it is good enough for me.
I just want to make one smile

There once was a crow called Joe
Who always went with the flow
He was absolutely carefree
just perched in his tree
just taking life nice and slow.

Noise, non-stop din from within
Rattle rattle went the lid,
half jokingly joining in
like a big spoilt kid.
The door slams, the wind howls
rain beats down in torrents
the cat sprays, the dog growls
it is all happy accidents.
Guns blazng in the summer afternoon
from a western on the telly.
should be something nice on soon
and also something sweet for my belly.
That is howling too, with hunger pains
But now there is something different
Whispers in the dark as the clock gains
and then it came and they all fell silent.