The icy wind is
raging taking its anger
out on the poor trees

Snowflakes on windows
make a nice pattern like a
pretty net curtain

I can hear the wind
howling mad unable to
take a short breather

A little wagtail
hurried along path trying
to warm up it's feet

I love my Chalet
walls a soft grey against a
picture of home time

A Mother's Day pink
balloon shape like a heart dressed
in gold elegant print

My children so kind
All there hearts put together
Making me smile wide

Still floating from last
Sunday because love never
dies it floats always

The heaters give a
small warmth , me and dean had a
lovely big fry up

Mushrooms and omelette
Fried tomatoes and baked beans
Warm toast and coffee

Yes it a cold day
But our little square home gives
us enough happy

The grass has gone white
Maybe daylight as frozen
time upon earths ground

Seagulls fly in sky
Ignoring the nutty winds
I'm glad I'm indoors

where the kettle can
boil and the old cooker
can still cook up food

Even the ocean
is waving crazily , so
I waved back and smiled :)

One by one they jumped
off a line pretty blackbirds
landing upon earth

As I stood in my
spaceship the moon is glowing
towards the warm sun

Now threaded with age
I headed towards a hill
Where daffodils bloomed

And there I lie till
the end of time smiling with
my dearest close friends

Little lady next
door dressed in 1920
long grey skirt and blouse

goes out everyday
with her hair tied in a bun
wearing black boot shoes

she quietly walks the
pavements amoungst a lot of
other people

buildings seem so big
no horse and cart just metal
things with four wheels

no kids play outside
so smiley happy go
lucky children

instead she sees a glow
from each child's hand , there eyes
engrossed in something!!

yet the sky stays the same
just differs in colours , clouds appear happy or sad

the sun shines the moon
glows and stars continue to
twinkle starry bright

trees never change ,  she
smiles at natures will to never
change its beauty

a China man bumps
into her , they both stare for
a second or two

then off they walk on
pavements amoungst a lot
of other people

This morning i watched
ITV 2 player , I'm
into a programme

with a few seasons
Have admit it's quite dark
But need to see the

ending hope it's a
happy ending , anyway
must crack on with my

day as today I'm
painting living room ceiling
It's going to be

white like a fluffy
summer cloud , so when it rains
the sun will still shine

The fire place will
be wallpapered to pretty
up new painted walls

My three dogs are so
lazy all lying next to
me covered in warm

blanket , must wake them
up now because today is
new day full of hopes

and new beginnings
I think we are all just like spring
butterflies , always

striving for happy
or just maybe contentment!
Or maybe will are

just like flowers here
on earth , waking each day to
all lovely simple

things in life , today
my youngest son went back to
school , o how time flys

by so quickly I
remember his first day at
nursery , he was so

shy so timid , now
a gentleman ready to
explore the big world

Tis these small moments
that I cherish that makes my
heart smile so happy

Tapping his fingers
upon wooden desk , Albert
wished he'd done much more

all the times he spent
away from his family
touring the country

had left him in a
state of winter emptiness
of frozen raindrops

his banjo his friend
his only friend , his wife , his
two children now gone

taken way to soon
from a tragic accident
flowers never grew

there spirits now fly
echoing through his cracked walls
of a broken heart

his sorrowful heart
numb and black with depression
took over his soul

he gave a sigh of
regret as he looked outside
his window of pain

shelves of unread books
decorated the sky , soft
snowflakes stood still

an empty armchair
a brown stained cup of coffee
floated in-between

a jack in the box
popped up every hour , a
small hand fades away

a pretty apron
covered in painted saucepans
danced with a big spoon

he bowed his head , his
eyes filled with tears like bright stars
twinking at night

his feet rooted deep
under the ground clinging to
a life he once knew

until spring leaves blossomed
spreading a rush of warm love
into his heart

he opened his eyes
to a sky of birds flapping
there wings happily

and for the first time
in a long time , he watched
the golden sunrise

And he knew there and
then he must forgive himself
for the life he'd lived

Painting walls light rain
Yesterday's now memories
Time flys so quickly

The world can be cruel
So I don't read newspapers
But i do love trees

blowing freeda ******
hula hoops into stale air
holding hands in circle
of teen friendship
ignoring lifes stable path
of family love
choosing time and time again
the darker side of life
filled with Jeremy Kyles
problematic souls
and all I can do
is remain silent and hope
one day she shreds
her cocoon and sees
what real love is

Yesterday I went
jogging , my feet stamped on ground
like an elephant

hey for the first time
I knew what an elephant
felt like..woo how strange!!

You should ave seen the
late sun it melted across
early evening sky

It made me want to
go home and drink a glass of
nice smooth fresh orange

has to be nice smooth
orange don't like orange with
those annoying bits

I loved the duck pond
It had a silver lining
Twinlking brightly

Oops no sorry it
was a park light shining bright
reflecting in pond

Anyway I had
to jog all around the park
My belly bounced bounced

It nearly knocked me
out , I panted so much I
thought I saw heaven!!!

The moon was pretty
and full it must have had a
nice big fat fry up

The grass was damp too
But all was okay as the
snow had disappeared

But where had the snow
gone , I know the answer..blame
the trees they drank it

Finally I got
back home and wrapped myself in
a cozy blanket

Then drank a bottle
of water as if I been
stranded in desert

Then i sat down next
to my Dean and we both watched
a film on Netflix :)

Policemen on horses
Casually trotting on by
A rare occasion

When I was little
There wa a little toyshop
It was so little

On my birthday when
I was little I'd visit
the little toyshop

It had little toys
and some big toys , it made my
little red heart big

When I was little
the sky looked big , now I'm big
the sky still looks big

When I was little
my house was big , now I'm big
my house is little

When I was little
Daisies looked little ,,now I'm
big..they're still little

Everything is big
And everything is little
Ants are little too  

This is a little
poem , yet my mind is big
like the universe

Hey what happen to
climbing trees under a sky
full of adventures

Where daisy chains in
a field were hand crafted by
our innocent hands

And catching tadpoles
with our cute green fishing nets  
in dark watered ponds!

And sweet strawberry
and raspberry picking , was
always so much fun!

What about spinning
roundabouts , where our giggles
ended up queasy

And let's not forget
hopscotch , hopping to number
ten was a fab goal

Now teens are getting
stabbed left to die very young
Families broken

Instead of going
outside to find joy in our
good Mother Nature

they prefer there phones!
Whats happen to geniune
communication

Where we'd knock on doors
and ring bells to see happy
loving faces smile

Tis real sad you know..
Technogly just too much..
And gangs are killing

Makes me unhappy
My heart goes out to those who
have been affected

:( :( :(

I cannot sleep
It's rainy outside
Pitter patter pitter patter
Is all I hear

So I close my eyes
And listen carefully
Pitter patter pitter patter
A song I can hear

The trees are growing
The flowers are blooming
Walked on pavements
Now washed away

Now I'm asleep
And it's still rainy outside
Pitter patter pitter patter
No rain I can hear

I see butterfly
Softly gently fluttering
Upon a dark cloud

If poetry sites
never existed , would we
even write poetry

If you only got
one like or one heart would you
still write poetry

If you were never
reposted shared or trended
Would you still write

------

None of those things
above matter ,writing should
be enjoyed by oneself

Music cheers up a
showery day , making a
rainbow find its way

I ordered a dress
colour of snowflakes with a
pretty flower hem

Being a big size
I wondered how i would look
wearing a white dress

Its got short sleeves too
Also like two white flowers
blossoming on earth

I asked my Dean for
his advice he said it looked
lovely and I smiled

Now I need new shoes
colour of magnolia
with a wedge heel

But more like a small
kitten heel otherwise I
shall fall upon ground

Dean and our boys need
to go suit shopping for
our big wedding day

But o dear they seem
to be always busy , so we
girls of the house raised

our voices until
they got heard like a disco
of rapping music :)

I need to buy a
nice tan belt to wrap around
pretty white soft dress

To liven up the
colour to jazz it up with
an extra big smile

Tis a nice white dress
I feel like a spring flower
ready for summer

There's an angel
in the sky but you cannot
see her wings just her
brightness
Sometimes she shows half
of her wing but loves
to keep the other half hidden
O she is so lovely
and the stars love her too
They sparkle every night
singing star songs to the angel
Her name is Molly Moon
You've most probably seen
her too , she loves to float
in sky but only when it's night time
Ain't she just so lovely
The other day she came
closer to earth, I nearly
touched her with my hand.
Next time you see Molly Moon
make sure you say hi to her
she would be ever so happy
if you did.

When I was little
I played the clarinet and
wow it pumped my lungs

I also played the
piano ,,I loved the black
and white push buttons

Each key sang a note
Put them all together and
wow a tune is born

Later in life my
piano teacher became
my every week shrink!

O what a small world
we live in , what's the odds on
that happening..yeap

I played the drums too
Even played in a concert
In school uniform

Music is lovely
It's a big inspiration
Of magical stars

It flows through your veins
Making everything happy
Like a summers day

Pictures on the wall
Hip hop , verntian blinds waltz
Ceiling lights duet

The sun shines warmly
The big moon pings lyrically
The sky never ends

The years pass quickly
Time it waits for no one , I
think it as long hair

I love memories
They pop up unexpected
Making me happy

I don't play any
instruments no more , one
day I just grew up

But I still play a
song it's called poetry and
It's lovely to share

Pretty stars in sky
Romantically twinkling
Making the moon wink

In field with sweet
daisies , dancing in the sun
I got drunk on wine

hic hic :)

The sound of laughter
is the best sound in the world
Even in winter

Blackbirds sing a song
On this lovely summers day
Life is wonderful

<3

Mean people just love
to put people down to the
point it gets tiring

I say find a way
to love to share to be kind
Stop being angry

Life is for living
Having suffered depression
many moons ago

it still wants to pop
up here and there , for no real
reason really , but

that's how it flows , but
never have I wanted to
be mean to people

I think there just sad
And need to get a real life
instead of putting

people down , but when
I think about it , they got
more issues than me

Why bother be mean
What do they get from it ? How
****** sad it that

Ah well I'm glad I'm
not a mean person , I shall
never understand

them nor do I wish
to , it's uses up to much
energy , leaving

you feeling tired
and its a waste of time as
time stops for no one

Anyway I felt
like a vent , as recently
I've stepped away from

a mean person who
had a spitful mouth , now the
sun shines bright again

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In life if someone
doesn't appreciate you
Then move on away