There is this untidy robin called Bert
who would sit all day in the dirt
although his cute red band
did look grand
when he put his waistcoat over his shirt.

The bird flew upside down
Walking right into trouble
The bowl in the sink coughed
a bit and then burst its bubble.
The fridge door flew shut
and opened for the world to see.
Then sang in a muffled voice
"Come and buy your cheese for free"
Cheese on toast, the order of the day.
The bread said "we dont do toast"
"Are you mad, it is Saturday.
"What does that have to do with it"
shouted the knife from the fork drawer.
The cheese grated its words with venom
and the tomato sauce asked for more.
"Have you all gone mad" sang the fridge
Well maybe they had. The bird flew out again
and walked home  confused.  I am.

To all on Hello Poetry may you have a safe, peaceful and happy
Christmas.  I wish you a wonderful New Year and keep writing the wonderful poems.  Cheryl

I had just arrived by the midnight train
and to my horror it had started to rain
I was beginning to get rather wet through
waiting patiently in the endless queue
which was positioned under a leaking drain.

They say happiness is a gift
Does it come with its own bow?
Wrapped in nice paper in a box
this is something I need to know.
I should think this is hardly likely
Happiness comes from one's heart
Happiness spreads and is infectious
It tears the sadness very much apart.
Smile and the world smiles back at you
Laugh and they will do the same.
That is common knowledge is it not?
We are all playing the same game!
So spread a little joy, smile and then laugh
Happiness is there for all to spread
Instead of frowning, chuckle and giggle
and bring a little happiness instead.

They came
and they went.
She recognised the scent.
She followed her instinct grudgingly
Silently, gently and lovingly.
She waited and she waited.
which she absolutely hated.
She heard them again in the silence
Were these whispers in defiance
Were they meant to be heard?
The unforgiving spoken word.
Spoken from the grave she thought
the evidence she sought
Why her? Why now? Why?
She shed a tear, but could not cry.
She wanted to whisper back - she did try.
But no words came, she tried to scream
it was like a nightmare, never ending dream.
The voices left a clear frightening mark
Why did she hear the whispers in the dark?

This little man
Will do all he can
To eat all his beans
And avoid his greens.
For him it is considered beneath
To keep clean his teeth.
There is little hope
Of owning a bar of soap.
To let an evening pass
He would roll in wet grass.
Then to get himself in gear
Knock back four pints of beer.
He has been told “elf”
Take a look at yourself
You have got yourself to blame
You have brought much shame.
You must go through a door
And find it in yourself to explore.
So it was that he became irritable
With the thought of eating a vegetable
He knew he was quite snappy
But what would make him happy?
Slow breathing in and out
Just made him want to shout
Who would want to embrace?
His ugly little face?
So he had a choice
Led by a comforting voice
Choose which door
He needs to explore.
Go through the door of red
Where one stayed in bed and just ate bread
Or the door painted green
He would get himself clean
Or go through the door marked blue
Find out what he is addicted to.
That thought was just plain crazy
He knew he was lazy.
He was the little man with a very short shelf
Plonked on a label branded a very lazy elf.

If a rabbit had its mind set
to play a game of cricket.
No doubt it would wear its whites
standing in front of the wicket.

I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a safe, peaceful and very happy Christmas.
This site is a wonderful friendly place and I have enjoyed reading your work.  Keep writing everyone and I wish you a successful New Year 2016.  Happy Christmas with love from Cheryl

There are some moments
that can stand the test of time
There are some days when
I wished the clock wouldn't chime
Moments like this can fall
into the empty hourglass
labelled just a a waste of time
The man in the repair shop
who has more faces than the townhall clock
pulling fast ones till it is time to drop
Putting in batteries with a grin
saying he has fixed the watch
with all the skill acquired over many years
replacing a battery is as cheap as chips
then his bill has you reduced to tears.
Moments, endless moments captured on film
replaying your youth gets the old brain moving
capturing time in a lens then freezing the frame
moments like this are worth every penny.

Six carrier bags, handbag and an umbrella as well
My pockets are full of receipts, it is like a living hell.
Tempers are boiling, my blood pressure’s sky high
Feet are throbbing and I am ready to cry,
My mind had gone blank and my clothes are a mess
What I look like is anyone’s guess.
My face is without make up and my hair need a comb
What I would really like to do is to go on home.
But I have to keep going, I have to shop
If I stand in one more queue I will drip.
My feet are now yelling that they hate me
And all that I need now is a good cup of tea.
My time is spent in the endless queue
And I am desperately searching for a gap to squeeze through.
I am talking to strangers with a diplomatic smile
All stood like robots in a single file.
Next year, I think I will save my precious time that I get
And do all my shopping on the world wide web,  the internet.

His hand held her waist
Sweeping her around the dance floor
It was movements done in haste
and she is begging for more.

Their legs do not tire, moving to the beat
Their eyes met lovingly at the very start
Their smile is working in unison with their feet
Each and every muscle playing its part.

Round and round she is swept
Securing the romance in a lover's knot
Making sure the special moments are kept
and the music is not forgot.

Love is a precious thing
Hold on to it as much as you can
It definitely makes the old heart sing
I'm its biggest fan.
I dislike confrontations, splitting hairs
I would sooner just keep the peace
Whilst the other is kicking chairs
and his anger is on the increase.
Is it not easier to say "Oh well"
and just leave the situation be
it creates tension, a living hell
which is no good for him or me.
Love is a precious thing
hold on to it as much as you can
enjoy all the benefits it may bring
unless you have another plan.

Clouds form stories in the sky
A child sees shapes we cannot see
The atmosphere tells a good tale
of dreams, hopes and fortunes.
The wind blows, another page turns
another chapter begins.
The sun is raring to go, it burns
another story is told.

There is good in each
And everyone of us.
A beauty that runs deep.
You are the harvest
That you reap.
The seeds that you sow
Will one day surely
Take root and grow.
Look into your soul
There is a beautiful person
And that is you.

Stepping over the clover
along the river bank.
I suddenly had a thought
and then my heart sank.
How long will this last,
this beauty, this delight?
When all around there is destruction
and the never-ending fight.
Trees are being chopped down
walls that keep in the warm.
Now we are left with emptiness
and exposed to every harm.
Birds will no longer fly free
there will be no trees for them to perch.
Instead there will be just cloudy skies
and there will be the never ending search.
Searching for food that does not grow
Looking for water, clean water to drink.
Filth has exterminated every fish in the sea
and every brain has the inability to think.
How long before there will be nothing but rubble
Every building being took to its knees.
How long before civilisation packs up completely
There will be no land left, just raging, angry seas.
Nobody wants to see this happen, the world come to this
Let us all do something about it now and take action
Build relationships, end wars, make your peace
Put smiles on faces and end sadness, end destruction.
Shake hands, bring war to an end, make it a thing of the past
a little boy drowned, washed to shore, a crying shame
Think to yourself, I can make a difference, I can make peace
Then you have yourself to thank, be proud and have no one to blame.

Tiny bubbles appear
Surfacing as if on time
The Kingfisher waits
more bubbles climb
to the edge of fear
then air saturates
there is a splash
a beak pierces bubbles
and it golden capture
surfaces not through wanting
or needing - it cannot escape
the beady eye of the Kingfisher.
He was hungry, cannot blame him
he waited and he watched.
A fisherman smiles, he waits and he watches
for hours upon end, without any promise.
The Kingfisher still perches and he waits
and with his belly full of food, he half smiles.

Life's not a bowl of cherries
So just enjoy them.

She Was Poor
She was poor, a serious lack of finance
But she loved that dress all in pink
And all she wanted to do was to dance
Skate and dance at the Ice Rink.
She knew she could do it, she just knew
It as if she was built with wings to fly
She’d show them what she could do
If only she had the opportunity to try.
She returned home with tears in her eye
Who could she ask for help and persuade
She went to sleep with a very deep sigh
Dreaming of dancing on a nice shiny blade.
The new morning came and it came with news
She had been sent a parcel, a large one at that
She scrambled to open it, could it be new shoes
Or was it a big box for a rather large hat?
No it wasn’t – it contained a pair of blades
For dancing at the local ice rink
She put them on before her dream fades
And imagined she had that dress in pink.

Call me old fashioned
but the sight of a kipper tie
is like nothing on earth
candy for the eye.
Bell bottoms on your jeans
bells hanging around your neck
Jazzy colours on your shirt
and nobody gave a heck.
Permed hair-dos on each head
everything went to the extreme
The Bay City Rollers
and you were living the dream.
The Osmonds you fell in love with
David Cassidy sending you in a spin
The sounds of the seventies
a memory you keep locked within.

Going away into a far away land
can be quite an adventure.
Exploring, navigating, go hand in hand
rolling away on a puffy cloud of experience
whisking oneself to somewhere unknown
Travel in your mind, to a land beyond
your wildest dreams, stay with that image
rolling away on a puffy cloud of surprise
diverting your travels to somewhere unknown.
Thrashing on waves, speeding down a track
as black as your hat, the unknown thought is back.
rolling away on a puffy cloud of an enormous promise
warp factor ten thousand to your dreams.

In England what could be better
than good old toad in the hole.
Sausages fried in dripping
then batter whipped from the soul.
Crispy Yorkshire pudding heating
baking with sausages cradling within
there is nothing better with onion gravy
than sausages cooked in their skin.

Sadness is part of the lonliness clan
It leads to depression  
Maybe this will happen, or not
Spinning around your mind playing
Gently messing with your anxiety levels
Always with a fixed smile on its face
Not yours.  
Sadness is a gloom over one's forehead,
heavy like bricks attached with a ribbon
Maybe this will happen, or not
Whizzing along the lanes of your mind
Gently mixing with your anxiety levels
Always with a wonderful smug look on its face
Not yours.
Revenge is sweet so they say, overcome sadness
Force a smile across your face and over ride it
See the smile being squeezed from its face
Not yours.
Well worth the battle. Overcome it.

Disappearing in the winds of time
Drowning in a sea of love
Beaming up with the moon beams
To somewhere unknown above
When up there if you get a chance
See the disappearing coast lines and bays
See the dwindling numbers of species
And then tell me what God says.
If you get a chance
Take note of all the plastic
floating in the sea of doom
See it ride with the tide
wash with the froth
see the effervesence combine with the foam
of the natural fizz of the salty drink
then realise what mess we are in
it really makes one stop and think.
One day when the seagulls fly
they will land on rock, no sea, no foam
there will be no earth as we know now
just plain boring rock, no life, just a shell
of former glory.
No white waves, no floaty clouds
just a memory.  One day.

A red, rich ruby rose
Like the soil in which it grows.
For it is blood from my heart
it was love that tore us apart.
Now that all the rose can do is die
I will be left here forever to cry.
and you will be with the rose
and for me that's when time froze.

Life is like a gambling game
Should we, could we, dare we
No two days are ever the same
I have been there, trust me.

Roses are red
Its leaves are green
You are my king
And I am your Queen

Happy?
Happy
I hope you are
Distant
Far
Inconsistent
I bet you are.

This little man
Will do all he can
To eat all his beans
And avoid his greens.
For him it is considered beneath
To keep clean his teeth.
There is little hope
Of owning a bar of soap.
To let an evening pass
He would roll in wet grass.
Then to get himself in gear
Knock back four pints of beer.
He has been told “elf”
Take a look at yourself
You have got yourself to blame
You have brought much shame.
You must go through a door
And find it in yourself to explore.
So it was that he became irritable
With the thought of eating a vegetable
He knew he was quite snappy
But what would make him happy?
Slow breathing in and out
Just made him want to shout
Who would want to embrace?
His ugly little face?
So he had a choice
Led by a comforting voice
Choose which door
He needs to explore.
Go through the door of red
Where one stayed in bed and just ate bread
Or the door painted green
He would get himself clean
Or go through the door marked blue
Find out what he is addicted to.
That thought was just plain crazy
He knew he was lazy.
He was the little man with a very short shelf
Plonked on a label branded a very lazy elf.

Call me old fashioned
but the sight of a kipper tie
is like nothing on earth
candy for the eye.
Bell bottoms on your jeans
bells hanging around your neck
Jazzy colours on your shirt
and nobody gave a heck.
Permed hair-dos on each head
everything went to the extreme
The Bay City Rollers
and you were living the dream.
The Osmonds you fell in love with
David Cassidy sending you in a spin
The sounds of the seventies
a memory you keep locked within.

Sherbert in edible cases looking like spaceships
some can even glow in the dark.
ripe red and rosy fairy apple pips
and a candy bar looking like a great white shark.
Jet black licorice in the form of old men's pipes
All the colours of the rainbow in sugar rice
Mints with spots and evenly spaced stripes
some quite strong and don't taste that nice.
Little ***** of tastiness that look like blackberries
a jar full of fizzy fish
a bowl full with lips smelling of cherries
and little jelly cola bottles in a dish
Squares of pink and white coconut ice
chocolate and *** and raisin fudge bars
and there are little white sugar mice
and cinnamon and ginger stars.
All the good things from years ago.

That day you left my heart sank
My blood failed to rush through veins
Even thinking about it my mind goes blank
my eyes flood with tears and energy drains.
You are so badly missed, I could cry
I do and I am, I live in a pool of tears
I know you have a new life to give a try
but it seems I wont see you for years.
The time you promise always gets put back
days go to weeks, then of course months, days
seemed a much better option, its months I cant hack
but then other times were hard, Christmas holidays.
Just want to see you face, hold you hand, things
that mother's usually do. Cook for you and make tea
do things mothers do and all the love it brings
hear my heart ache, listen to my prayer and hear my plea.

He had placed the ring onto her finger
But her eyes were so full of tears
He had hoped this moment would linger
An then get filled with happy years.

Her dress was as white as the sand
Her nerves cool in the midday sun
There was a chill creeping into her hand
And was trembling, what had he done?

Her face was changing he noticed the look
It flashed down the length of his spine
The ground without notice suddenly shook
They were standing on a major fault line.

Parting company was the Earth’s order of the day
Neither had the chance to say goodbye.
Their scream will eventually die away
As the gloom rises to the sky.

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.

We had not seen each other
for over forty years.
We were both slightly nervous
each having own particular fears.
But then in she walked
It was if the missing years did not exist
and it was yesterday once more
I smiled and said "hello" then we kissed
Those in-between years just melted away
and we were sixteen once again
but we were more sophisticated
more so then we were were back then.
She was excited, I was delighted
to have my friend by my side
Kim, it was so lovely to see you
and for you my door is open wide.

"He that shouts loudest will be heard"
Said the man at the back of the queue
The rest of the people waiting observed
to see what he would actually do.
"Them that live the longest they know alright!"
The people waiting were now slightly bemused.
They wondered if in his head he was quite right
or if indeed he was just very confused.
The man at the back went very quiet in the queue
An air of mystery started to spread
They wondered if he was real like you do
He that shouts the loudest will be heard he had said.
Well that man at the back did not exist
We all have a voice in which to express how we feel
That being the case how could we resist
Them that live the longest know that that is real.

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.

The milky way stirs my soul
the spoon slides through the dream
Stars like sugar drops crash through clouds
like the coffee merging with the cream.
Look Heaven can be seen
Angels glisten like pure gold
Beneath the stars I see my lost ones
reaching out for their hand to hold.
The stars continue to shine
the night grows cold
I know that they are there still
waiting for me to grow old.

Hunting in the recess of one’s mind
Combing through the shelves and drawers
Looking for some truth to be found
Searching behind hidden doors.

Delving, waiting, and then what is to be
My mind cannot take any more
Piles of ******* useless information stored
Like piles of unwashed laundry on the floor.

Found the information that I need
Scanned and then do I trust what is there.
Shove it where I found it once again
At this precise moment I don’t think I care.

She just stood there hair in curlers
wired up to the mains
"What time do you call this?"
"My watch stopped" he claims.

Any excuse you are very late
He had no idea what she meant
He was wondering if this could wait
He was shaking and his key was bent.

"I expect I had a little drink!", came his reply
and waited to accept his fate.
She seemed to be smiling and he wondered why
she looked at her calender and especially the date.

"It is my birthday, I waited and waited for you
I just wanted to see you for goodness sake"
I waited and waited and didnt know what to do
I got angry, and in my madness ate all of my cake.

"Oh" he said.
He called time.

You can always rely on Santa to put on a good show
Bringing Christmas trees with the lights all aglow
But I have to admit
When the lights are lit
It turns into magical land complete with snow.

Red is a colour I dread for fear of shame.

They were sipping lemonade
through a striped straw
A woman with a huge smile
was buffing the polished floor
There were a couple of guys
as we walked through yesterday
they noticed me in an instant
as I looked at their display.
They asked me if I was alright
They were extremely kind
They were also very polite
knowledgeable and refind.
The arcade was busy
together with the excitement it brings
I glanced at those men
and I noticed they had wings
They were angels
send by God for sure
They were helping those suffering
and  those that were poor.
They were definitely angels
angels that touched my soul.