Autobiography

I aim to please

Response to a notice in the Gents
Cherry

Dear Whomsoever ...

When you read this note, you'll have found my box...underneath the floorboards.

Hate

Home Grey hairless slippers The pause on the stairs Abrupt hankyless sneezes Fixed coughs and wheezes Thin tea A world without me

Receipts and Outgoings.

Documents from another era. Almost another lifetime it feels Falling into my hands, In a winter clean up and out mood Bank statements, notebooks, diaries. Invoices. Receipts.

Winter

morning melancholy skin still craving sheets pitter patter footsteps fall like christmas sweets comfort cup of coffee chilly marble floor gray and barren landscape dead leaves at the door

The Elephant in the Room

The awkwardness of the festivities, influenced by Dali - and alcohol
Cherry

A Crown of Thorns

I remember the speckles of my blood in the snow. Where I watched the Starlings in the cold of the year, as they spangled the sky and my sorrows turned into something else.

Leaving (draft)

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Full Stop.

It's true: we've co-authored a masterpiece. Our imagery, our perfect symmetry can't be matched - we moved as one entity, attached for so long.

A sentimental Journey Back

A nostalgic look back at childhood in the form of rubaiyat

Winter Wonderland updated IP

Oh! let's walk through the park slide on our sledges up and down hills count our blessings All be wearing snow boots and hats with Abc on plus red christmassy coats gloves with pictures
Poem of the week

I couldn't bear for you to be cold

I can't believe it's really you in this hospital bed in intensive care, eyes closed and oh so still; a machine breathing for you and a geometric pattern
Cherry

freedom from directions

Let us tear these maps and logs for once And also throw away this compass, if we must. Let's make this journey without directions Without boundaries and self-imposed restrictions .
Cherry

Winter 1947 ( I.P.)

This poem I wrote some time ago, it illustrates perfectly my dislike of snow and how fed up I am right now of the weather.
Cherry

The art of Quilting

contradicting hues...

A Time to Play

Thank goodness our parents were unknowing of the danger we exposed ourselves to. Children often do engage in risky adventures, and this was to be ours.

Tongue of My Youth

now I am subdued in a fast lane of an Indiana 500 world
Cherry

Tomorrow's World

'We're all going to wear jetpacks' we all said at school the next morning

Without A Voice

Always ignored

Make your bed

Respect yourself with nothing And you’ll truly know your wealth

Gather Round

And so I walk upon this road And sometimes only with a smile Sometimes food and shelter And sometimes nothing for awhile

Lucky To Have You BLUE EYES IP

I was on my way to work at seven months gone pouring hard I kept under the shop's canopies so I wouldn't get wet but a man came out and knocked me down Lucky to have you blue blue eyes

I Had My Dreams ( I. P.)

Another repetitive Poetic Form~~A Roundeau.
Cherry

The Grain

A visit to the nearby beach led me here.
Cherry

Black & White (IP)

This is an old piece I re-discvered in the archives - it seems to fit the IP criteria so hope I'm not cheating!

First Snow

Silently, slowly, it crept in to complete the snow globe illusion - begging Petersburg to eat its heart out.

Used to be a Woolworths

Used to be a Woolworths

In a Way

Christmas Get Together ( I.P.)

A villenelle, the perfect vehicle for repetition.

Goodbye

Well it’s come. Time to say goodbye; twilight is upon me and faded at last to darkness. There’s only a faint glow left now and the day is done. Just enough time to say goodbye to you all.

18 Minutes and 33 Seconds

I’m sorry. I was wrong. Like when I bought the Guinness Book of Records from1992, 75 pence from a charity shop, in Cromer. A perfect gift for your, big birthday.

:--)

'What's with your emoticon?' she asked. 'How do you mean?' said I. 'Most people use ony one dash for the nose, you use two; so tell me why?'

Belated

I need to get away from here I know I'll never be as beautiful as you But in someways, you'll never beat me Honest and benevolent Yet I still feel invisible And what did I ever do wrong?

Low

Ted Hughes once wrote about how the joy that Sylvia Plath lost was blue. My joy is pink. Lows are white,

Lonely Statuses

For those type x

Wings

I cannot reach them with my hands So I touch them with my thoughts x

No Clue

A poem that I found from years ago, it was a skeleton of this. I've edited it instead of doing my essay. And now my fingers are frozen to the keyboard.

Quand il y a assourdissement

In this essay I am going to ignore the fact I have an essay and day dream instead.

i am but a man

I am but a man, Mortal and fallible, My mistakes many and myriad, But never have I denied them, Never claimed perfection, Never claimed superiority, I am but a man. I am but a man,

Come The Night

Being very ill recently I pre-arranged my funeral, to spare my husband and children some distress. I chose a green burial, Yet sometimes at night when I'm having a tough time I wonder...

Home

Is my heart here? My treasure is unseen. Does that mean I'm homeless? This location, where I dwell. swollen with strife engulfed with anger. Misery, I call to thee! For you have

To all of you

To those of you here whom I, rightly or wrongly, consider friends I apologise for my absence these past weeks.

Candy from the dandy

Candy from a dandy You cannot trust For it may be covered in rust

What rhymes with Fep?

F is for Fep E is for EP P is for Pef

Christmas Trails… Or Trials ( A slight Re-write)

When I was a child Christmas would tip toe gently in. Its journey beginning with Advent In Sunday school, the first week of December. From then on anticipation built

Pages from Ceefax

'We are being drip-fed by these life support machines'
Cherry

Your children are fast asleep upstairs

Your chiropodist hasn't answered her phone all morning 'What can she be up to!'

My problems

Everyone has them, some call them faults others call them problems or issues, but we all have things that we don't need to or want to do but do anyway, my problems are as follows:

Moving On

A challenge entry on another site

Baubles Bangles And Beads IP

There I was going to the shop three escalators to the top I went over to the corner to buy some pumps Sat on the polished seat far to low I slid and landed on the floor
Cherry

Nostalgia and Moving House

Finding something that you thought was lost can stir the memory too.
Cherry

Moles

I used to look in the mirror and think that all the birth marks I had would one day save my life. If I was kidnapped and ransomed to my parents
Cherry

Bridge with God

My mother takes gambles with angels. If her Patience is solved, she knows she will be protected and safely climb the high step to her terrace to get some fresh air.

Mothers Maiden

You’re only starting now at thirty.

Lost In the Kimberley's

I followed the highway into the sun.