Poetry Blogs (fun)
No ticket stress, no queueing at the gate or arena door
A concert like no other we have ever attended before
The front row of my kitchen, sat in my favourite chair
Glass of wine, singing loud, waving my arms in the air
Take that, reunited, straight from their home into mine
The Greatest Day of lock down, together they did Shine
Vintage Mark, up his ladder, in his garage full...
Monday 1st June 2020 9:06 am
Hooray, the bank holiday is here at last
Like no other we have endured in the past
No fairground rides, no trips to the zoo
No standing in line in a never ending queue
No party in the park, no festival by the sea
No soggy picnic or polystyrene cups of tea
No melted ice cream, no fish and chips
No worrying about a lifetime on those hips
No steam train journeys, no rides on t...
Saturday 23rd May 2020 12:01 pm
We like to share a bottle of wine and quaff it down with ease
Should we have another? Go on then, yes please
When we think we've had enough
And in the morning we'll be rough
We pour ourselves another glass and stuff ourselves with cheese
Wednesday 20th May 2020 3:58 pm
More tea vicar?
I am as mad as a Hatter like that character of ‘Lewis Carroll’
I’m having a party, dressed in his apparel
I’m inviting some friends, to come and join in
We’ll be drinking tea, and there are songs we can sing
There will be yummy cakes to eat of all different kinds
and tales to tell to entertain our mind’s
There’ll be joy and laughter, and Oh! so much f...
Sunday 19th April 2020 11:43 pm
You can have too much of a good thing
When even the taste of caviar palls
Our line is more like periwinkles
We live mostly within these walls
We've not had fun for ages
Lately I've felt an urge to break free
Why not the funfair or Ilkley moor?
If only your specialist would agree
Your arthritis is a bit of a downer
One-way traffic to vegetation
At my age I ha...
Friday 17th April 2020 12:36 pm
Missing life. Empty streets. Cold hearts.
Covering your face what you once criticised on stranger's faces.
Missing love. Empty hearts. Cold air.
Covering the flowers in your heart, the strings of my guitar.
Missing music. Empty stages. Cold rooms.
Covered ears, listening to scary news, not to music anymore.
Missing passion. Empty beds. Cold skin.
Covering all lu...
Friday 3rd April 2020 11:46 am