Tag: #poetry

Early morning is for the birds

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Early morning is for the birds
There is a place
to sit
enjoy
early morning
a cuppa
bird chatter
First rays
slowly lighten
appear
tree tops
a cuppa;
bird chatter…….

There is a place
to sit
enjoy
early morning
a tree
bird chatter
First rays
slowly lighten
birds appear
slowly
a tree;
birds chatter…..

There is a place
to sit
enjoy
early morning
a tree
bird chatter
First rays
slowly lighten
more birds
appear
a tree;
birds chatter…..

There is a place
to sit
high
early morning
a tree
bird chatter
First rays
slowly lighten
feeling warmth
feathers
a tree;
birds chatter…..

There is a place
to sit
among branches
early morning
a tree
bird chatter
First rays
slowly lighten
facing sun
appears
a tree;
birds chatter…..

There is a place
to sit
lower
early morning
a tree
bird chatter
First rays
lighten faster
in the bark
feeding
a tree;
birds chatter…..

There is a place
to sit
enjoy
early morning
a tree
bird chatter
First rays
cast shadows
looking about
gone
bird chatter;
a tree.

There is a place
to sit
enjoy
early morning
a cuppa
bird chatter
First rays
slowly lighten
appear
tree tops
a camera;
birds chatter…….

Sneaking into Debbies Six Word Saturday

Once a knight

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Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Brandish

Here is a song that I have loved since I first heard it. An Australian group of schoolkids, King Fox, won a Battle of the Bands doing a version of this song.

OK….now onto my
Knight of the Rooves
Always there,
brandishing his fearful very spikey
whatsit
guarding the roof tops
of Paris.
Sir Tuyau de Cheminée
has many other guards
ready to go
at the first sign
of trouble.

All lined up,
their steely gaze
seems to just drift
over your head.
You decide to go
remembering what
has been said
turn to loook
one more time
One day things
will get hot
around here

Happy Valentines Day

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This is for those who would like a few roses for Valentines Day. They come with love from me

Taste of You

The taste of your lips,
the smell of your body.
your touch
on my skin –
the warmth of your body
next to mine,
bodies melding together
feeling your heart beat.
eyes closed
but seeing everything.
words not said
but saying everything.
kiss me again –
a kiss that I can spin
into a dream,
a dream I can spin
into reality
with the taste of your lips
and smell of you upon me.

and a little Rose Robin to help melt your heart

Hope for tomorrow

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Frank’s Tuesday Photo Challenge: Tomorrow

Where does tomorrow
start

Sit tight wait
tomorrow

I heard it
soon

This insect no
tomorrow

But what about
me

Get ready hope
tomorrow

Here tomorrow never
ends

Along the path

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The Weekly Prompts Weekend Challenge: Path

setting off
which way to go
each path
will have an end
shall we head
up or down

there!
this way look!
we must go
discovery we must
shall we head
up or down

again a choice
discoveries
have we found
more discoveries
shall we head
up or down

look down
there
quaint bridge
oh let’s go
shall we head
down and cross

Botanical Gardens Lismore

down here
seeing along
bridge wood
must up
shall we head
up and along

here we
are again
choices
which one home
shall we go
up or down?

each path
did have an end
each end
stop
reflect

shall we go home
tea or coffee

Grandfather and Ben

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Weekly Prompts Wednesday Challenge: Pet Pampering

There was often talk
of Grandfather and Ben.
Never a better pet,
was said far and wide.
Ben could do
what no other could
but rarely
left Grandfathers side
pampered.
After a time
both could not do
what needed doing
on the farm.
Everyone loved to visit
Grandfather and Ben
have a cuppa
a bit of a yarn
always in the kitchen
in Summer
and in the lounge
which was the
comfy chair drawn close
to the stove
in Winter.
both pampered
It was towards
Summer, I remember
when a few
of the family
knocked the door
of Grandfather and Ben.
Grandfather they called
we have to talk
How long have you
had old Ben?
Dunno, the old man
said
must be maybe
thirty or more
the family looked to
each other before
one spoke
Grandfather
Grandfather
you know
Ben has
been gone over
twenty years now
it’s time
to go
Ben’s not looking the best
and that
Taxidermist
did such a
bad job.