My grandson said to me
that
he had helped to choose
his brother
while he was still
in the womb
of his mother

Twelve o'clock midday
the workmen are downing tools
Oh what a relief!

Ring a ring of roses
I picked myself a posy
Of violet violas
Looking like a butterfly
With a big moon daisy
Some waxy leaves
And a pink flower
A picture to create
In pencil and paint
A peaceful pastime
To contemplate
Their beauty

The grass is green today
Hip Hip Hooray
First day of spring
and not a cloud in sight
The sky is blue
Standing here
on my feet
dictating this poem
sat down
wondering when
we can go out
to play
again

The End

First to arrive
I should get a prize
said Broghan

My daughter
bathed my feet
in the nice cool water
A big yellow and green dragonfly
flew by

How now brown cow

Is what i thought today

Before Sheila came

And then we went out to play

Today

The purple paper profile
cut out
and put on the wall
imitates an animal
reflected from the flames
of the fire

Green is a mixture
of blue and yellow
two of the three
primary colours
The leaves are usually green
and the flowers
are usually
more colourful
such as
the third primary colour
which is red

We jostled down the elevator
Only to discover
That there were no other bards
In the lounge
Wondering where they were
And hoping to see them next week

The flower border separates
the path from the garden
Wildflowers grow freely
in a place where it's harder
seeding themselves
not needing a gardener

I sat and I watched
the sun shadows were changing
as the snow melted

When the air is full of water vapour
It looks prehistoric to me

Pondering
wondering
what on earth
our friend
was doing
walking around
in just a vest
when usually
he likes to keep
nice and warm
I hope he is ok
Perhaps I'll get my answer
today

Not a lot of mud to see
the ground is drying up
eventually

My grandson said
'he had writ
on his wrist'
which rhymes
and has
a reason
too

Imagine
no planes
no boats
no trains
no cars
for a few weeks
and
nature restoring
its balance
more than
Kyoto ever has done

Party pants Party pants
Let your wind go free
Let your wind go free

It's where to score
If you're looking for
A  lift

Turmeric tea
Fixes joints
And will make you feel
Lovely

Everything came to a halt
Shift schedules
routines and rotas
all stopping and changing
for a week or two
There was lots of
rushing before
relaxing during
and now
we are on our way back to normal

The kerfuffle
was caused by the workers
The stress made people tremble
and seemed indefinite

Hippos like mud
and children sometimes too
They jump and splash in the mud
thinking it's good to do

The grass is greener now
after the scorching summer sun

Buds of spring begin
when the sun hits the branches
turning them golden

"Too old for surgery"
The surgeon turned me down
This was a great relief
I cheered without a sound

He said it would be major
moving things around
so I was very glad
to be homeward bound

The eroding wind
sounded lyrical
the length of time
it lasted
The wooden cup wasn't knocked over
thankfully

I like to peel an orange
and share it around

I don't know why 'Page'
is a girls' name

My spine moves slowly
side to side

'Grace' we say
before we eat

I still can't fathom
how to put my duvet cover on

I could write a poem about
an old rogue
friend of mine
or
about a fish
in shallow water

Because it would take
a lot of time
to write the rhyme
about the rogue
I decided to leave
the writing
for another day

Our tastes change every seven years
A lucky number for some

I stopped and I stared
towards the red morning sky
A sight to behold!

Refrain from squinting

lens have been invented

many moons ago, now

you can wear them

even in the wildest of weathers

thankfully

White anenome
standing out in the garden
the first this season

A poignant poem
is having sadness
turn into gladness
remembering good times
and not the badness
so we can be free
and continue
with lots of love
in our hearts

"Hazardous waste"
it said
on that lorry
I wonder why
they made it
if they knew
it was going to be
hazardous?

Is it the seventh?
I wonder where the workmen are?
I hope they are here

"It's an enigma"
my cool friend-blood sister said-
why bubbles burst

As we were leaving the hospital
We were met by
a beautiful
turquoise sky
a blanket of
mottled blue and red
with the 'Wow' factor
instead of
the 'X' factor

The builder's *** exists
(I have recently seen one or two)
I have been wondering why
I now realize they can't do their belts up tight
with all the bending and lifting they have to do

Now returning home
full of fresh air, sunshine
and beans

The deluge has been pouring down
for how long, I wonder?
It is not just a drizzle
that gets into your bones
and it's not raining 'cats and dogs'.
Pitter-patter raindrops
Pitter-patter raindrops
all around, on the ground
I don't think it needs it
I wish some spring sunshine
would come our way

On this horrible
wet and windy day
I was glad to have
somewhere to go
and play

Poetry, to me
is a spontaneous expression
using my senses

I saw my grandsons
yesterday
we had some fun
They were
pressing their noses
against the door pane
and pulling faces

The sun comes out to play
Enjoy the vitamin D
I hope it will stay

I am thankful for
all the little things
that people do for me
I am thankful for
the warmth of the sun
I am thankful for
the sea breeze in my hair
I am thankful for
the birds that sing
I am thankful for
the opportunity to give
I am thankful for
the friends I have met along the way
There are so many things
to be thankful for

Confused
by the word
'syzygy'
I innocently
looked out
of the glass window
lifted my head
liltingly
and wondered
where my coins were
instead

Despite commotion
I could hear wild geese flying
Lovely sound to hear

My son
is going to walk
out of the hospital

Some visions are absurd

Feeling isolated
turn your mind to a word
such as 'thick' or 'thin'

Dwelling with that word within
the vision might not be so absurd

Winter is on it's way

Andrew is here today

The yummy soup for you

Come and share a bowl or two



The words are flowing

The soup is too

Guess we must be hungry

And the sky is blue

Verses come together

Passing on skills old and new

News headlines forecast:
'Very dry hot weather'
Suddenly
storm clouds appear from nowhere
Switching the headline:
'From as far back as the Bronze age
weather still mystifies us all'