Sometimes, when it’s quiet, I can remember what my life was like before moving to Cedar Springs, and I begin to wonder what would have happened if we had stayed in England. One thing is for sure, I wouldn’t be here in a police cell, awaiting trial for a crime I hadn’t committed. It had … Continue reading
I’m so comfy up here I’m not going to move until my mum comes along and gives me a shove. Whenever she goes out of the room I’m up here and I know she will shout, but I really don’t care! I barked to say she was up on the chair, as soon as you’d gone … Continue reading
I touched the little box in my pocket and smiled. I was all ready for our date tonight. I had booked an intimate table in a discreet corner of Mario’s, the top class Italian restaurant in town. I had not told Angela where we were going, it was to be a surprise. I had ordered a … Continue reading
I’m sitting at my desk again, trying hard not to cry, waiting for my laptop to restart again so I can find some amusement. And what’s the reason why? ’Cos I’m too old to go to work – no-one wants me any more, so I’ve got to find some other things to fill my life, … Continue reading
Quill pens, ledgers – bring them all back, throw away computers on a disused railway track. Bury them deep and plant over lots of trees, or take them to the bottom of the deepest seas! I don’t think we were this stressed fifty years ago. except when we couldn’t get through the driving snow. So … Continue reading
French! German! Geog! Oh what a fog! What do I suffer like this for? It’s surely too much for such a dence nut. But…..
What is this thing called inspiration that seems to obsess the whole of the nation? Is it the dreams conjured up by the mind or the opening of the heart to all mankind? Why do we always continue to wait ’til insp’ration comes our mind to elate? For what purpose is mankind inspired except to … Continue reading
Tears fall, hearts stall, hesitation dwells: love quells fear ends.
The poems that you often read are the opening of one’s heart, the revelation of one’s soul which deny you from the start. Not a whit can pass unknown – one’s whole heart is disrupt, but profit comes to those who learn and do not interrupt.
You wrote me a letter last Sunday week, and in it were words that I heard you speak when we were alone that Saturday night, and you left me there in such a plight. Why did you go, won’t you come back?
Once long ago you took me to a show. The hours were short, the minutes sweet, there were no others to compete. Once you were a nice boy – but not now. Once sometime away we went out for the day. We spoke of love, our hearts were sure. There was no darkness to obscure. … Continue reading
The birds twittering in the trees suddenly stopped, the brilliant eyes of the town suddenly dimmed, all at once the trees heaved their last deep sighs, the grasses shook their heads – night fell. Out into the night shone two alert eyes, waiting, watching. Nothing stirred over the vast hillside. He turned to the west … Continue reading
Light show: awesome, noisy, flashing, sparkling, crackling, banging, vibrant Autumn garden display: Fireworks. (Cinquain poem) 5 Lines – not rhyming 1st line – a noun, 2 syllables 2nd line – 2 adjectives describing the noun, 2 syllables each 3rd line – 3 “……ing” words describing noun, 2 syllables each 4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, … Continue reading
There he lies again, soaking up the sun on our kitchen window sill, with a flower vase by his bum! He doesn’t belong here, he just comes and goes, leaves his mark in the doorway – it’s my fault I ‘spose!
The clocks have gone back and we’ve lost an hour at night. We come home in the dark now instead of the light. The weather is grim, it’s damp and it’s so dreary,
Fright night: wary, scary, tricking, treating, chilling, thrilling, ghosties, goulies, witches abound: Samhain. (Cinquain poem) 5 Lines – not rhyming 1st line – a noun, 2 syllables 2nd line – 2 adjectives describing the noun, 2 syllables each 3rd line – 3 “……ing” words describing noun, 2 syllables each 4th line – a 4 word phrase about the noun, … Continue reading
There’s a big storm a-brewing, the fallen leaves are a-strewing. The wind’s howling through the trees. It’s more than a summer breeze.
This was her fourth ice cream in a row. She was out of control. It was probably because she had deprived herself of so much during Lent, but that was no excuse for pigging out on Easter Monday. Brighton seemed to have that effect on her. First go to Harry Ramsden’s for fish and chips – there … Continue reading