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Thursday 1st May 2025 8:52 am
Peripathetic
Planning away, sometimes all day
Words on a page, moulding like clay
Toward your interest, "I'll engage" you say
I should of known it would go this way
Travelled around all week through
Sometimes I'm spinning and I don't see you
Learnng the lines of a script I have written
Walking the mile but somewhere you're hidden
Delivering is easy when you've got the tools
...Monday 10th June 2024 10:38 am
A Bird Now Gone
No bird remains to sing his song.
so silence pounds the whole day long.
In beat with memory of the day
I clapped to make him go away.
The fault, it clearly lies with me
the bird was what the bird should be.
Now I live knowing I was wrong…
to want to silence any song.
Thursday 29th February 2024 7:13 pm
Mum guilt
Woken up Rudely by a wide awake kid
Her iPad starts blaring , that one that you hid,
It’s 5 in the morning , but she wants to play,
But you’ve hardly slept, not ready for the day ,
You’ve been up all night , on the edge of her bed,
While she sleeps so soundly, sweet dreams in her head,
8 comes round it’s time to get up and go,
But now she is ‘ tired ‘she’...
Tuesday 24th October 2023 4:57 pm
Not By Tony Benn
The Tories treat
our nurses with contempt
our doctors with disdain
our firefighters with derision
our ambulance workers with disrespect
our railway staff with scorn
our carers with despisal
our armed forces with antipathy
our sick with neglect
our elderly with indignity
our teachers with ridicule
our children with condescension
our pensioners with contempt
...Thursday 10th August 2023 9:37 am
tears of sorrow
the streets of Uvalde full of tears
tears over the loss of precious children
but also tears of the loss of a nation’s innocence
did we lose it on waldon’s mountain
or the streets of mayberry
or around our own dinner tables
or in the womb of the chapel
can it be found again
Thursday 9th June 2022 8:48 pm
Teacher
Today I sit here in my car, trying to hold back tears, trying to stay strong
A teacher....
Teach your students colors,shapes, letters, numbers, teach them about life, and now keep them safe from guns
Today I sit here in my car, trying to hold back tears, trying to stay strong, remember you are a teacher
Teach your students to not be afraid, yet in your heart you know the world is again...
Wednesday 25th May 2022 5:03 pm
BORN INTO WAR
Only now that its physical
The wars become visible
Certified verified news
Fighting for oil fighting for gold
Nobody wins we all lose
Controlled legal violence
One minute silence
Soldiers lost legs arms and lives
Exception for fighting
To young ones its frightening
You wonder why they carry knives
Politicians sniff coke
The systems a joke
...Thursday 28th April 2022 3:22 pm
'Seven Times'
‘Seven times’ ~ A poem for my younger siblings
I have fallen in love seven times.
Seven pairs of eyes that blinked open
and looked back into mine.
My heart expanded into spaces
I did not know I had,
as your entire hand curled
around my single finger pad.
I no longer had but one shadow,
I smiled down to see now two.
Over the years,
your bodies changed and grew,
...
Saturday 12th February 2022 11:07 am
Have a Try
Hi I am Mary and my cat is Bill
who’s green and fat but never ill
he loves to talk and can’t sit still
and often colors to get his fill
drawing pink penguins and orange
dolphins of each both had a million
cousins I said
“who could imagine that…such a funny cat!”
“but it’s easy,” Bill replied without fear
“all you need is hold what’s dear”
so don’t be shy do have a t...
Wednesday 15th December 2021 7:30 pm
Completely New
It’s usually said
sometime with dread
when excited there’s no head
and that’s very true
the brain often flew
wanting something new
can’t stay still very long
I’m up and quickly gone
feeling wonderfully strong
I’m a child of eight
who wont stop even at a gate
for this is going to be GREAT!!
and should you be able to stay
lots of fun co...
Tuesday 14th December 2021 3:42 pm
Blue Cow Delight
How could it be a cow blue as the sky
if it had wings I’m sure it would fly
and what of its milk they said chocolate was
served only on full moon simply because
the taste so delicate went straight to the head
with special powers even turning grass red
but of blue cows and moons
both can’t be found soon
takes a special kind of eye
in the right type of sky
so th...
Sunday 12th December 2021 10:27 pm
If We Love It...
What if those cells collide
what if the world beats to a different rhythm
What if our path is forked
What direction will we take
What if we have no choice
for the first time in our lives
What if things go smoothly
What if then we're three
What if it gets hard at times
What if we do our best
What if something
we never thought was in us
well, what if it suits us
What if there's a n...
Saturday 14th August 2021 10:00 am
Children in the war
A child is stuck in the war
Her screams are unheard in her throat
Her mother is bleeding
In the ruins of the kitchen
Another child is running
To the ocean in her dream
The bullets do not seem
To let her go a single step
Another child is lying
Under the old pink blanket
With prayers in her whispers
Wanting to be deaf
To be deaf to the bombs
Falling from the ch...
Tuesday 22nd June 2021 11:03 am
Monday in Tier 4, New Year Jan 4
Facebook is full of futility;
pandemic emotional ping pong
vapid mini Directors spouting “truth”
proving a point to the other side
The class divide is dividing us,
fuelled by media-driven Morgans
who needs to create division to thrive
pointless pricks with absent minds
Propaganda piloted, spoon-feeding
Humans walk past Joe the homeless,
humming on their way into work
happily stil...
Monday 4th January 2021 7:51 am
Cooking Pot!
Come look inside my cooking pot
It's full of children you forgot
Upon the streets, so cold & wet
I steal away their rancid breath
Then grind them down to fit my pot
And heat it up so very hot
Then feed them to the homeless ones
Who gobble them up with such aplomb!
My good deed done, I crawl back home
And slither upon my thorny throne
And there I wait wi...
Monday 19th October 2020 8:56 pm
Cry From Isolation — A Sonnet
By ACE8.6
I heard a baby cry today
while I was walking through the park.
The cry was not to get her way
It was strong, insistent, and dark
Was she too hot from the sun’s bright ray?
Was she afraid of the dog’s bark?
Was she demanding she be allowed to play
in the song of the Meadowlark?
This baby cried not for want
This baby cried to warn
And I became the confidant
Of this child wh...
Thursday 13th August 2020 4:38 am
The Laughing Parrott
A laughing Parrott ate a carrot as
an Elephant climbed up a tree,
he was chased by a Mouse who wore a Pink blouse and liked to swim in the Sea,
A Lion passed by who flew his kite in the sky while singing to two dancing Llamas,
and a juggling Giraffe was taking a bath while wearing his woolly Pyjamas!
Thursday 4th June 2020 7:57 pm
Walking With My Son
I walk with my little son
He would follow me to the edges of the galaxy
Just to tell me his story of his love for reality.
He waits for my return
Then tells me he misses me
With a smile, a cuddle and kiss that reminds me he’s here in this world.
He gives me tasks to do
While playing in the evening
Then I read him a story
Way past bedtime.
We walk in the morning
While he points out...
Monday 2nd December 2019 11:29 am
The school run
Mini-humans converge
drawn but not defeated by routine.
So much colour,
movement,
noise -
so much future in one place
cannot be discreet.
Suddenly
I understand.
Quarts trapped in pint-pots!
Spirits simply too big
to fit still-growing bodies.
So much lifeforce
escaping -
shouting,
rough-and-tumble,
temper tantrums -
excess leaking from
unfinished containers.
Later, on the tra...
Friday 20th September 2019 3:35 pm
Superstition
Superstition
imagine 6 kids
walking hand in hand
two by two
four girls
two boys
behind Ma.
We sing out loud
'Step on a crack,
break your mother's back'.
We joy fully avoid
still hand in hand
the pavement cracks.
Ma turns and says
'You all shut up'
and we do.
f
Wednesday 14th August 2019 4:21 pm
Children
These two poems I think pair up well together. The first written to celebrate the birth of our first grandchild five years ago, the second written last year after a visit and time spent with him and his two brothers.
Nathaniel's Villanelle
Now welcome into this world little one.
You know no-one, nothing yet,
Yet from Him who knows all you come.
Your father, your mother als...
Friday 24th May 2019 1:53 pm
Father
You ask if I believe in God...
How can I not?
To deny my Father
means I leave my existence
to some 30 year old predator
who impregnated a girl half his age
and left her to raise their child
in the wilderness, among wolves
that feed on loneliness and despair.
Without my Father, I would never know
that after suffering comes deliverance,
pain leads to compassion,
forgiveness breaks b...
Sunday 19th May 2019 7:16 pm
The day before the croquet match
Clubs, ace to king, prepare for a day of wicketness.
Yoga (downward dog) helps. Limbering ointment
promises more flex, less ache. If cards crease, it's
Off with their heads!
Diamonds are dispatched to capture
hedgehogs. They trek into the woods with hedgehog
horns and nets. Problem is, hedgehogs who've played
croquet past years are not invited for rematch.
The mo...
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:23 pm
The choice
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
There was nothing much to do…
One was sitting on a bench,
Some was saying words in French,
One was looking at the street,
Tom was shaking his long feet,
John was singing a nice song
Dear Boris struck the gong.
When the evening slowly drew
There was nothing much to do.
Meg was sitting on a fence,
Bob was showing new pence,
When the boy who was so fat said,
Just like that: I have a nail in my po...
Sunday 9th December 2018 11:22 am
My first-born
Preamble: for this week's Rhymers theme "first", here is my first attempt at a villanelle.
My son, it fell to you to be born first
You turned a couple into Mum and Dad
You sometimes had the best, sometimes the worst
You changed our lives when into them you burst,
And for that day I ever shall be glad,
My son, it fell to you to be born first.
Our parenting was w...
Saturday 1st December 2018 9:14 am
Why the hell did I agree to this
School swimming lesson
The hell of nineteen wet kids
To get dried and dressed
Tuesday 2nd October 2018 2:53 pm
Message from a 7-year-old
Preamble: In honour of this week's Rhymers' theme "children", here is a poem written in collaboration with my 7-year-old son.
Some people say they don’t like children
But they are wrong.
We aren’t the ones dropping the bombs.
We aren’t the ones firing the guns.
Children don’t kill other children.
The guy on the ground, he’s just doing as he’s told
The job that he’s paid f...
Saturday 29th September 2018 6:23 am
In My Arms
I found a picture of you in my arms,
Sleeping securely, safe from harm,
As you knew it, anyway.
Your trust for me was complete,
You wanted for nothing
And thought of my love only
As often as a bird thinks of sky.
You didn’t yet know people
Can go away or even die.
I know how things changed,
But I can’t bear to think of it.
I picture you now, with your love
...
Thursday 31st May 2018 3:43 pm
The Giant by Eloi Chaptal
THE GIANT
By Eloi Chaptal
Mom, mom!
A giant tried to eat me,
He said he was very hungry.
He was as big as a bear
It’s true, I swear!
He had a forest in his nose,
And it was really gross.
Now he is looking at some random paper
But not for long, we are still in danger!
Quick, quick, while we still can,
Let’s run outside and take the van!
“What?” said mom, “Are ...
Sunday 1st April 2018 10:06 am
POEM by Nina Langlais
Poem
What is a Poem ?
A poem can be you,
A poem can be me,
A poem can be anything you wanted it to be
It can be a sentence,
it can be a word,
it can have nonsense,
like me in my world,
A poem is an art,
and for those who don't think so,
that's means you're just at the start of an endless raibow.
Full of colors and mystery,
Horror and fant...
Sunday 1st April 2018 9:51 am
Day at School
My day at school
wasn't something you'd call as cool
until it was time to eat my bun
and chat with my friends - that was fun
It was time to study but I longed for a 5 star or a munch
Oh, How much I waited for the bell of lunch
I ate a snack and traded one
And then went to basement for a run
Finally it was time to run away
I rushed out shouting hooray!
Saturday 17th February 2018 3:58 am
Technology can be a virus to society
Remember when thing's used to be good,
musical sounds, movies the taste of our food
remember when we had such fun playing outside
fishing running dancing going for a bike ride
A time before machines had us all hooked
when you'd go out for a meal and talk to each other and looked
When your parents would spend time with you
not online pretending to
When you would burn off ...
Friday 16th February 2018 4:09 pm
Miss Nancy Robinson
My now long gone Auntie Nancy
My ants in her pants Auntie Nance
Her ideas for me set before I was born
She said "I hope he's a devil, a cheeky little devil"
Then always beside me from that day on
Encouraging that little devil to push his cheeky boundaries
Another mother for me alongside her closest sister
Mother to hundreds through her caring ways
Dedicated carer of Liverp...
Friday 1st September 2017 6:41 pm
Mom
My mom lives in my heart
Of my world she is a special part
Lots of care and unlimited love
Shes an angel from heaven above
She gives me food and drops me to school
In my life she sets all the rules
Even she scold and yells at me
In her eyes love is what i See
Sometimes i may cause you pain
But i know your darling I will remain
You will always be in my heart
Even th...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 6:35 pm
A Wee Meltdown
The wet patch in our
hall was the snowman who failed
to reach the toilet.
from 'Christmas Poems For Children
Monday 21st November 2016 8:32 pm
Mynydd Du
Mynydd Du
muddy tears from the past
sliding down the cheeks
of those who remember them
the thunder obliterated a generation
that would benefit from the industry
of their fathers
who prayed it all would last
while bosses planned
to take away their livelihood and history
they piled the slurry
into an unreliable black mountain
towering over ever...
Friday 21st October 2016 10:01 pm
Old & New
Shuttles soar with seemingly unprecendented motion.
The children's eyes gaze to the floor.
The ground is green and brown and yellow.
The world below cannot bellow.
Bellow whole-heartedly,
Sing and hum its' tune.
A melody, sweet melody.
A rotation for all of you.
Its' sweet chillness pressed against the nostrils,
Its' gentle warmth against the skin.
Allow the gaze of the star above,
...
Monday 25th April 2016 5:27 am
The lady of the night.
There's a lady
who's known as the lady of the night.
On the dot of 9-00 she arrives,
with her fiery lips and fiery hips
dressed in colours that match her eyes.
She totters on heels as high as a hand
and makes her way down the street
to the place that she calls her place of work
where her clients know that she’ll be.
In driving rain she'll be there again
as the drivers stutter on b...
Saturday 23rd April 2016 10:32 pm
The Mother.
The day that she was told that she would die
she did a big shop for the family
and made the kitchen smell of baking bread.
she labled and then ladled into pots
then all went in a freezer fit to burst-
as meals that they could eat when she was gone.
Then, going up into the children’s rooms
she took some time to sit upon each bed
and chancing on a scattered shirt or top
she held them close ...
Saturday 16th April 2016 4:09 pm
The Little folk
At the end of the garden,by the big old oak
Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,
Is a dwelling place for the little folk
usually mistaken for butterflies!
The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,
a soft green carpet under your feet.
It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,
the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!
You see, they are cautious, and da...
Friday 8th April 2016 1:40 pm
Easter Bonnet, Sonnet
Take a bumble bee and bunny rabbit
Then introduce them to some woolly sheep,
Together as a group they will inhabit
A brand new home forever theirs to keep.
Pick a bunch of tulips for some beauty
A shiny button too for some pizazz,
Add a bunch of grapes to make it fruity
Perhaps some feathers for some razzmatazz.
Ensure a nest made out of shredded paper
Is filled with wobble-headed bab...
Saturday 2nd April 2016 8:50 am
When a child asks about the cruelty in the world.
Switch off the TV’s
Cover their ears
Wrap them in cotton wool
Drink all their tears
Drown them in fairy tales
Sing them sweet songs
Take them to places
The bad don’t belong
Bathe them in sunshine
Shower them with love
Serve them their childhood
Wearing kid gloves.
Thursday 24th March 2016 3:07 pm
My Inspiration: My Daughter
Never thought I'd be a single mom
It hit me like a bomb
Never thought I'd be all alone
Watching my very own clone
Some days are harder than most
Some days I have to fight not to choke
The stress
The weight
On my shoulders
But I have to say it all goes away when I hold her
When she looks at me
So happily
Its like I have a little piece of heaven
And those probl...
Sunday 25th October 2015 2:28 am
The Cucumber Plot
I have a large knife in my hand
and I’m not afraid
to skin this mother
to sliver away at the
stiff upper lip of a
toughened epidermis
banish wrinkles, dents and prickly bits
and behold it
cleansed, stripped, unveiled
If you ask me again
I will plainly chop
the thing in two
while I wonder what I could be
This repast, the fourth of the day
mentally diarised between
broken blinds and...
Thursday 22nd October 2015 7:47 pm
THE BENCH
There’s a bench in the park where an old couple sit
holding hands and laughing as the children play and flit
about on the swings and slides with boundless joy,
inciting memories of when they were girl and boy.
The antics of the kids so full of life and carefree bliss,
their lives laid out before them on paths that time would kiss.
They’ve been sitting on that bench for ...
Wednesday 24th June 2015 5:50 pm
THE BALLAD OF THE SKATEBOARDING ANT
If you've ever seen an ant
go whizzing by
faster than his friends and
with goggles on his eye's,
then without a doubt,
skidding through the plants,
you've met my friend Albert,
The skate-boarding ant.
From the day he was born
he was rushing around
hither and thither,
like a spring unwound.
His mum would despair,
“Albert, please stand still.
You need y...
Tuesday 16th June 2015 11:15 am
BREATHE
We take so much for granted
from this world on which we play,
the breath inside our lungs
drawn in from a cold and windy day.
Draining the life from a world already
so drawn and stretched to it's limits,
desperately trying to imbibe
the scarcities still deep within it.
To live; to breathe; to follow time
as down the wind it sails
against all odds and obstacl...
Saturday 16th May 2015 3:40 am
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