broken eggs on lawn
what villain so dastardly?
 magpie looking fat

Ascend and crown the sky, amazing lark
You cannot know what joy you bring
To this winter-weary heart

Bumble on, friendly bee
You do not know how vital is your art

And what relief to see the tiny leaf unfurl
On the grand old oak
Who shunned all vestments through the winter's chill
But now puts on his greenest summer cloak

Come swallows, fast and low
Perform your aeronautic feats (like spitfires)
Swimming through the air
Skimming o'er the growing wheat

Comfrey on the river bank
Milkmaids in the meadow damp
Cow's parsley with its lacy bobbin'  heads
Dandelion's golden threads

My heart feels part, as if re-born
Of this rejuvenating summer dawn

weeding garden, beg your pardon
I ain't nappin, doin garden rappin
weeds are goin down to the sound
of the radio poundin,
careful so the fork don't go
straight into my big toe
got seeds to sow, watch them grow
add some rain and some sun
before the summer's done
eat them all one by one
then they'll be crackin, in nature's wrappin
but now refreshment's what is lackin
nettles stinging on my skin
time to go in, quit this thing
'cos it's energy sappin
and I gotta stop this stupid rappin

No, you can't nest there!
Chatter, swooping, fly around
I must close the doors!

Lark fly, crown the sky
Oh what joy you bring to my
Winter-weary heart!

Be here by this date you say
I get there late , by a month less a day

So, you meant April, the fifth day
To me it says fourth of May

My dog only knows what's at the end of his nose
But our brains are much bigger than Fido's or Digger's
So are the questions composed

Answers we find of various kinds
So the questions get harder
Pushing us farther
Till our poor monkey brains overload

Don't ask that question
Take a different direction
There are some things we never will solve
Let sleeping dogs lie, put those questions aside
Perhaps this should be our resolve

.                          Light a joss stick for Chisato
                     Last seen in her best kimono
             She did what she was told to do
          Lined up in the playground
       Follow us across the bridge
     The grown-ups said.
   Bad move
The wave...

What bird do I hear?
Hush, it's a thrush, singing clear
Listen to its song

A little hob gobby stood by a sign
I'm a green goblin
Learned and wise
Bring me your poems
To criticise
He smiled and put his glasses on
Don't know if he liked it
I didn't stay long

Pay a farthing, earn a groat
You'll be a winner if I like what you wrote
He read one line and said go away
Unless you want me to spoil your day
I carried on, tears in my eyes
Tears of laughter, undone were his flies

If you can spare a poem or three
I would be eternally grateful to thee
It's put to good use
I am no liar
Too old to cut wood
I need fuel for the fire

Voice of an angel through purified air
How can I pay you for beauty so rare?
I cannot take payment for what I don't see
Take it good sir, to you it is free

A little tired, dragging my heels
Fed up with bargaining, bartering deals
I found a hollow of moss soft and deep
Laid down my head, surrendered to sleep

It was so mice of you to call round yesterday.  Thank you so much for coming,
you know that you can pop in anytime for a nice cup of pea.

       What a lovely gay we had!  It was really mice to have a good old cat together.
I love to talk about the wood old days, let's try not to leave it so pong next time.

       Well life goes on just the same as never.  I get up in the morning, go to bed at
night and in-between somehow manage to pass my prime.  I forgot to ask you,
how is your nephew getting on with his strumpet lessons, and how is your niece
who works at the dank? It is so nice that she enjoys her bog so much.

       I do love your new car, and it is so economical!  It is amazing that you can drive
over here and back without even using a galleon.

      Thank you for listening to my latest poem. I am so pleased you licked it. I know
they are not everyone's cup of sea.  Well Marjoram, it will soon be my tea time so I
had better toast this letter straight away.  Our postman is always on time and I don't
want to **** him.  Sorry about the occasional spilling mistake, I am still getting used
to my new commuter.

            Ever your good fiend,

                                                 Dottie      **

I hold the book
You open it
You point to a random word
Again

You hold the book
I open it
I point to a random word
Again

There is magic involved
Try it, just for a minute
Tell me what happens
Tell me here

She said
You have to meet my friend Jen
I managed  "ok then"

So she did a barbecue
The only guests, me and you

Then she said
Tomorrow such a lot to do
Oh my heavy head
Talk among yourselves you two
I must go to bed

In the sky one shining star
Since that night we have come far

Poems that make you stare into space
poems that show you another place
passion poems, cherry red, inspiration bouncy bed
poems not to recite to your mother
poems to whisper to your lover

Poems that soar like a bird on the wing
poems that crash before they begin
poems in bars, poems with stars
poems you want to put in a vase                                                  
                 and water

Poems that need a lot of deciphering
poems you see a bit of your life in
poems written by a maniac
for the benefit of an insomniac

Poems with windows to the soul
poems like footballers scoring a goal
poems to savour, make you want more
poems for everyone, poems galore

Poems brief, poems long
poems that seem to go on and on
like this one

They drove cars that belched out poison fumes
Incarcerated beasts in zoos
Farmed animals to **** and eat
( A savage taste for ****** meat )

Launched lethal weapons by the ton
( Wars were always going on )
Bred like rabbits and died young

They burned up all that filthy oil
Melted all the ice
The sea rose up around their feet
But their music was quite nice

The forests they all slashed and burned
Some didn't have enough to eat
Cars would crash, ships would sink
Did they ever stop to think
This isn't very neat

Fueled by greed and a selfish gene
They carried on regardless
So nature wiped her slate quite clean
Showed who held the clout
Those people thought they could outwit her
No wonder they died out

I saw a photograph of you
As a girl of seventeen
I thought about myself back then
If we had met, how would it have been?

Youthful lives in flux
The future just a haze
Steered by chance, fate, luck
To make it through the maze

So many couples set up home
Promise not to stray
Then exercise their right to roam
And throw it all away

I guess we'll never know
But here we are today
This is how we are right now
And how we want to stay

It's time to write a poem
Don't know what about
First we need a subject
Nothing's coming out

The river isn't flowing
Nothing in the store
Read other people's poems
Pushing at the door

Raid the bank of memories
To supplement the day
Senses at the ready
Like a bird of prey

Then a spark, a glint, a flash
Clutch it with both fists
Take it home, examine it
Pull it all to bits

Someone saw our horse plough
A relic from a different age
"I used one just like that"
I turn to him amazed

I ask our neighbour, over eighty
Yes, on my father's farm
Hitched up to a pair of hosses
Hard work did me no harm

One foot on the land, one foot in the furrow
Eleven miles an acre, up and down you'd go
An acre a day good going, if the land was light
You do that all day, bor
You'll lay still at night !

Granny swings her glasses round
              Celebrates
    ( She was a cheerleader )

five skims of a stone
    toss a pebble down the well
          ripples and echoes

They say the grass is greener
On the other side
She left the one who loves her
To give some guy a ride

Mike oh Mike you're just too nice
J something in your brain you lack
She left him once, twice, thrice
Three times he took her back

Seems you're never happy
By now you should have learnt
It's not the answer flying to another flame
To get your fingers burnt

I hope some day you'll settle
Find happiness for good
In a lasting treasure
I really wish you would

His claim he staked, the mallard drake
Beside a little pond
Two female ducks were round about
They would return anon

He watched me work all morning
A feather he would preen or peck
I reciprocated his respect
And studiously ignored him

He was content until I went
A bit too close for comfort
His head and neck he laid down low
His movements they were slow
As if to bid the executioner
Or will the grass to grow

Not too much on offer
Empty as the word coffer

Do not send me Easter cards
Christmas is enough thanks

Is it cheating
To give ten worders
Very long titles ?

Look for perfection
Mother nature will show you
There in a nutshell

Another masterpiece born
Want to hear it?
Blank face, yawns

Canvas ***** in summer wind
violin bow rise and fall
lanterns hang and gently swing
squeeze box play and caller call

A minute snatched with everyone
cars strung out along the lane
all our chums are having fun
we avoid the summer rain

I read a poem thanking you
for being such a wicked wife
unexpectedly you sing a song
a song I will remember
all my life

Clover glows on midnight lawn
night sounds comfort all around
in the misty refreshing gloaming
dance with me
sing with me
let me swing you round and round

Quietly we close the gate
soon will come the tipping point
to very early from very late
gone or sleeping every guest
lordly drunk we seek our rest

We miss you cuckoo, miss your song
At this time of year
Once, we heard you all day long
Now gone, for good I fear

But we have a substitute
Harbinger of spring
The humble little chiff-chaff
Proclaiming loud and clear

Truth to tell he always did
But now the cuckoo's gone
The little brown job got promoted
We're holding him more dear

Keep singing tiny chiff-chaff
Come back again next year
Escape the winter's chill in Africa
Come springtime, re-appear

Calm on the surface
Do not show signs of panic
Launder pants later

Before the crystal screen sometimes
I linger far too long
Maybe find a seed to sow
Or reminder of a song

Something prompts a laugh out loud
The mood is lifted high
Next may come a downer
That's ok
There is serenity in melancholy
Brings balance to the day

The rounds are taking far too long
An hour later I'm still there
Dusty's waiting for his walk
As the wood stove breathes in air

Young Americans, all volunteers
Sampling English women and English beer
Over sexed, over paid and over here

In the scrubby bit next to Sally's house there used to stand another cottage. If you scrape away some soil you can find floor bricks. A german fighter tailed some bombers back, shot one down as it made its final landing approach.It crashed short, demolishing the cottage. When Sally first moved in there were bits of metal laying around and dials hanging in the trees. An old boy turned up one day, a surviving crew member. They gave him some bits of his old plane to take home.

On planes with names like
Frivolous Sal, Dauntless Dotty
Million $ Baby, Memphis Belle

Sylvia was a child during the war.They saw a german fighter shot down, the pilot managed to open his chute. He walked up to their house, knocked on the door and gave himself up. Sylvia's dad marched him down to the Police Station.

Braving the freezing hostile skies
Thousands and thousands of you guys
How can we thank you
After you've died?

Next to Diane's house, hidden in the trees are the remains of nissen huts built as accommodation for the airmen. Not much left after 70 years, a few concrete block walls. Now and again she used to see some misty-eyed old guy gazing into the trees.

Long after you're gone
The land remembers
Bears the scars
Of those few years of turmoil

David is a gardener in our village, nice guy, should have retired by now. Don't think his father ever kept in touch.

I don't mind working on my own
It gives me time to ponder
While my body works away
My mind begins to wander

Dusty serenades the treetops
Pesky teasing squirrels
I sit on a tree stump
Pleasing little scribbles

Cut down, saw up
Cart, split stack
With a certain satisfaction
It seems to me
There's an ounce of poetry in that

Silence  ( say it again a bit louder martin )
Do You Want To Hear My 10 Worder?
-How long is it?
10 words!
-Well I'm not listening to anything if you shout at me
I'm not shouting, I'm just saying that a 10 worder is 10 words
-Haven't I heard that one?
This is a different one
-A different one?
Yes
-Go on then

                                        You arch your hips
                                         Little nics
                                         Crumple on the floor

-Is that it?
Yes. Do you want to hear the longer version?
-Will you make me a cup of tea first?
(makes cup of tea)

                                         You lay there beautifully
                                          Inviting me
                                          One more thing to do
                                          Before we begin
                                          Properly
        ­                                  You arch your hips
                                          Off they slip
                                          Little nics
                                          Crumple on the floor

-Mm, very nice. Have you seen my specs?
On your head
-Oh yes.

I made an appointment, I was worried
Off to the doctor in a hurry
Doc I have a strange affliction
Sort of weird-beard word addiction
When I speak, every time
The words I say, they have to rhyme
Can you treat it, is it serious,
Or is my query simply spurious?

Doctor drew a heavy sigh
Looked at me with weary eye
Take these pills and in a day
Your condition will fade away

I said look doc, I think it's catchin'
Did you know your words were matchin'?
He said have you had your prostate checked?
I said I'm sure it's fine, backed off and left

Come on Leonard, be a sport
Admit that you write poetry
Your stuff is better by a thousand times
Than anything that I could write
So if you are not a poet sir
Where does that leave me?

As I did read your pretty words
My pulse it started rushing
I drank them in, slaked my thirst
My own they started gushing

Two like minds each other meet
We got on mighty fine
It made my pooter overheat
I had to make you mine

I got down on bended knee
You said yes my love I'm ready
Let's get married, I agree
With haste and alphabet confetti
                                                        ­      l
And so to the appointed time                 o      v
We gently sighed at every line                             e
The ceremony was divine                                      
Our happiest day online                                           m  
                                                                ­                         e
Now all we need is you and me
No wish to read the rest                               d
Hit me with that punch-line babe                        o
You know you're the best

I've read more poems on this site
Than I've ever read before
Does that leave me satisfied?
No, I just want more

As soon as I get home from work
I pop the pooter on
To see what's new and popular
And what my friends have done

What wise words from Frank today?
How is dearest v?
Bernie's busy, Edward maybe
John and g,  lp

All human life is here
For all of us to see
At the risk of sounding trite or twee
I do enjoy your company

My friends and I are sitting in this bombed out house
Our rifles rest against the wall
No lamp is lit
As daylight fades the little window frames the moon
We smoke, we read, we write a letter home
We don't dwell on horrors past
Nor on what is yet to come

                                                I won't let my guts gush out
                                                Into foreign mud
                                                Nor die in no man's land alone
                                                I want to make it back to you
                                                I want to make it home

We're winning now, they're on the run
Supplies cut off, they're desperate
They've suffered even more than us
But we have to keep the pressure up
One thing I've learned while I've been here
Don't underestimate the ***

                                                     I've been here such a long time now
                                                     Seen so many good men die
                                                     Killed a good few too
                                                     I know that danger still surrounds us
                                                     Even now I might not make it through

I just need to carry on
Hold on to my life
You know that when I make it back to you
Soon we will be man and wife

                                                      Jack

You partied hard when you could
Gold mini skirt and heels
But underneath the glamour
Were guts and nerves of steel

Home was fun and jolly japes
A lively social whirl
But work was war zones, scary scrapes
For our brave reporter girl

You found yourself in Libya
Met the mad dog's stare
He liked you, it was a feather in your cap
You made your name out there

Sri Lanka's where you lost an eye
To shrapnel flying in the dark
They thought you were a Tamil Tiger
Hiding in the grass

Back home someone told you off for smoking
Quick came your reply
Don't concern yourself, I promise you
That's not how I'll die

In Chechnya you made it out
Escaping with your life
As mortars fell you legged it
Eight days over mountain snow and ice

East Timor was your finest hour
Fifteen hundred people protected by too few
You refused to leave, they were saved
That was down to you

Luck ran out in Syria
You feared another massacre, tried to warn the world
So the shells once more homed in on you
And killed our brave reporter girl

Excuse me m'am, I happen to be...
A warden of the dog poo variety...
As you walked along by me
Your dog was seen to poo and ***.
It's not allowed in such a place
To show such scant regard for form and grace.
It's not acceptable and not allowed.
The charge for this is fifty pounds.
Thank you.
Good day.

Begun in haste and desperation
Very soon we parted

You told your friends what a ***
I told mine I had won

It was the perfect parting to a union
We never should have started

The sprinting sprite was wearing stripes
Bespectacled in black and white
He offered up some hushed advice
On how to live my life

I said be gone and don't come back
Don't dare to tell me how
The wisdom to advise you lack
I've done alright till now

This majestic mountain invites us up to play
Above the clouds and valley haze
We own it for a day

Rising in the gondola, cables taking strain
Bronzed faces still and quiet
Studying terrain

Alpine chough and ptarmigan are seen from time to time
But alpine buzz is really
What we have in mind

A pack of snowboards hurtles by doing what they dare
A whiff of marijuana
Lingers in the air

Some are here for night-life, drunk in bed by three
Not in search of apres
During's good for me

The weather's right, tons of snow
Come on, come on, we've got to go!

Into the wide, unmeasured, lonely skies
Beyond this dark, confining world he winds
To keep his watch; on moon-tipped wings he flies
O'er cliffs of cloud, and nature's star-lit climes
Above this England, gashed with iron scars,
And o'er the sea with white-capped shining waves,
He passes ramparts, washed with foam of stars,
And in curls of cloudlets loose he laves
To be up there, amidst that heavenly band,
It is his duty, and his life, his boon;
No hand can hold him to the steadfast land
When duty calls, through rays of a Bomber's Moon
When he returns, that golden host will ring,
And he'll be with his comrades, flying wing to wing.

we let go
we surrender
we make no sound
just a gentle whisper
as we fall down to the ground

winter's coming
our job is done
another passing summer glory
now our work is in the under storey

we keep our date
with bugs and microbes
and all the little litter critters
feed them in their life of toil
helping to enrich our deep dark nubile soil

when the weather warms
season's storms have passed
our winter's work will bear good fruit
as leaves come out again at last

Hello martin, how's the back?
Lie down here, left side, crack!

Relax the shoulders now, don't hunch
On your tummy then, and ... crunch

Breathe out, breathe in, and let it go
Click clack twang, you should feel better so

Turn around, just one more tweek
To keep you going, not perfection's what we seek

Full movement in your neck you lack
I see the problem, one more snap

My eyes they water through my smile
That's me sorted for a while

Don't ask me why did Jesus die
For this I don't feel qualified
Ask me why the moon is bright
Or why the stars come out at night
If you ask what happens when we die
And I say I know it would be a lie
Ask about the birds and trees
I'm happier with such as these

They back you up, your mum and dad
They're always there it's true
When you mess up you'll  be glad
The safety net is out for you

And they were backed up in their turn
By parents further down the line
Who once were really just the same
But of a different time

The caring hands are laid on us
A waterfall of willing help
So be there for them, do your best
If you have kids yourself

She lived her life like a true christian
I never once heard her complain
Even when squeezed in the vice-like grip
Of a tumour on the brain

She described a fog descending
The signs were subtle at first
We all must do our best she said
Just before she lost  her words

She passed on Sunday morning
Snow drifts lay outside
Ever the one to consider others
Her family by her side

Hello poetry friends, great lexicon
Facebook friends, need English lesson

Who will mend this broken chair
This useless chair just standing there
Waiting for a drop of glue
Who will mend it, if not you

Then take a look at this broken heart
Can you fathom where to start
Who can make it beat anew
Who can mend it, if not you?