I bought a big tub of tiramisu,

Checked for information as you do.

Read advice on lid

Underneath was hid

So I turned it over for further clue.

“Do not turn upside down,” the words read.

“Why, how wonderful!” I promptly said.

Let me do if first

Then tell me the worst,

Do they prefer perverse fun instead?

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unlucky dolphins get caught in tuna nets

so I just wanted to know the score

when unthinking I checked a tin of salmon

in my local supermarket store.

admittedly a fresh water creature yet

finding method of catch was my wish,

folk smiled when I read out the only advice

on a tin of salmon – “contains fish!”

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green bladed squares

stretched out before me

separated by shapely lines

in many varying shades

of darker green;

patchwork scenery

in valleys and dells

that make up much of devon,

clusters of white houses

every so often.

train passes naval docks

at plymouth

where we spy

war ships including

an aircraft carrier

in expanse of w...

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We never caused all this deficit,

not us honest, hard grafting workers.

Mr. Cameron, you talk of losses,

find the tax-evading rich shirkers!

The biggest problem was the bankers

yet you bailed them out with our money,

now they help themselves to bonuses

so fat that we don’t find it funny.

You seem to expect us have-nots to pay

in spite of the fact we hav...

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Hey, who ate all the pies?

I’m not saying you are fat

But the last three tarts are gone.

My tin’s empty, fancy that!

Say, who ate all the pies?

It is not that you are plump.

Someone’s had a midnight feast

And is asking for a thump!

Right, who ate all the pies?

Though you’re clearly not obese,

How can you tell such fibs?

I shall call ...

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crescent moon

sliver of gold

hovers over

clouds of pink

in wide expanse

of bluest blue

as sun sets

on august night.

great day out

meeting good friends

stony beach on sussex coast,

fish’n’chip lunch at seaside café,

walking the dog on concreted prom

warm and cloudy, sultry day

just a breeze along the coast

sharing stories, e...

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heliacal yellow ball

beginning her descent

in September sky,

blazing across copper fields,

bronzing the corn stubble

from reaped harvests.

I watch for glimpses of deer

in Epping forest as I enjoy

diesel train ride for volunteers

from Ongar to Coopersale,

admiring Pitchford Hall

as we pass her in the sidings,

impressive steam engine

...

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Public school educated with the right connections,

this university graduate gained position,

in railway management, he restructured routes,

no knowledge of trains yet appointed this mission.

His new routes at Liverpool Street just didn’t work,

each day one train or other left the station late;

he blamed indolent railmen for being awkward,

it took a driver...

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My trees have gone quite mad this year,

never seen such a bumper crop,

picking, halving, stoning, freezing,

whenever will it all stop?

Raw ripe greengages for breakfast,

greengage jam butties for lunch,

stewed with custard for dessert,

in abundance by the bunch.

Greengages fill up half my fridge,

greengages by the bucket load,

seeing the...

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crescent moon

sliver of gold

hovers over

clouds of pink

in wide expanse

of bluest blue

as sun sets

on august night.

great day out

meeting friends

sussex coast

fish’n’chip lunch

seaside café

stony beach

walking the dog

concreted prom

sharing stories

exchanging views

invited back

holiday home

converted bar...

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Washing up is a mysterious thing

that happens in the kitchen

normally after meals

although he is never completely sure of this.

Sometimes he decides to be helpful

and takes a glass, a mug or a tea-plate out

placing it down right in the middle

of a cleared, washed down work-top,

completely ignoring that neat little stack

of dirty crockery over in the cor...

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In my life I have seen many modes of transport

But never before such a weird thing as this,

Recently I was given the chance of a ride

An experience I didn’t want to miss.

“Is it a bus?  Is it a tube?  Is it a train?

No, it’s Supercar!” I felt the urge to quip.

Many people did double takes as we passed,

It was certainly a most enjoyable trip.

It ...

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24.6.2012

not yet twenty, out of work

forty applications last month,

only heard back from one,

to say sorry, but someone

of experience has been chosen.

desperately he wonders

how he is to gain experience,

no money for university,

no great grades if there was,

due to unhappy childhood

looking after a mother on drugs.

at the local newsag...

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Floating in pools of expectation,

feeling your excitement,

hearing your voice,

low and melodious, gently teasing,

unfastening one button at a time,

and all the while, your liquid eyes

butterflies-inducing that mesmerise.

I shiver, quiver in readiness

as anticipation eats me up,

we kiss and tremble in each other’s arms.

Soon there will be nothing lef...

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Olympics? I thought, what a lot of expense!

I shan’t write any poetry on that.

But then ‘Endeavour’ just happened along,

It seemed to pop straight out of my hat!

While I was writing about something steamy

A sporty angle took over instead,

I had to go back and change the first line

To get the whole thing out of my head.

I haven’t watched any of the eve...

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Swimming hard for the highest reward,

Striving for that far-reaching goal.

Rowing with ever higher ambition,

Anticipation fires the soul.

Endeavour to reach new personal best.

Cycling or running stringent race.

Every fibre is going for gold,

Nothing else will do but first place.

Push all boundaries, throw ever further,

Jump ever higher or lo...

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“Hi love! I’ve had a bump on my head!

“I don’t remember a thing,” he said.

What am I betting?

It needs forgetting!

He’s remembering those that we wed!

We got together on the dance floor

At our club’s party the night before

He stroked my breast

I did not protest

Now we’re blaming the drink for sure!

Two days previous was his bumped head

...

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Dozing in my hammock,

’neath patchy cloud and sun,

mind escaping skywards,

worries all fade to none.

Cirrus, thin and wispy white,

cotton-candy cumulus,

spirits lift to welcome

such a pleasing stimulus.

Floating in the hemisphere,

drifting on silky cloud,

hearing far-off music,

I’m feeling gently wowed.

Coast to lower vapou...

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A factual attack on global banking. NON party-political.

Lately, I’ve done a lot of research,

I found the chief cause for inflation,

Why there is never enough money,

Yet more unemployed in our nation.

Have you not wondered why it should be

That most countries owe huge deficits?

Where did all this money come from?

It’s a puzzle to challenge all wits.

...

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This is a poem that I wrote about my favourite holiday destination, which someone from another website ran at the end of his video of views of the place.  I hope this works!  

http://www.arillas.com/videos/146-back-home-in-arillas

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Relaxing in soft comfort,

Drifting slowly upstream

On our blue cruiser, Moonshine,

I am almost in a dream.

Warm sunshine enticing,

Tranquillity’s here to please.

At peace now with my world,

Enjoying mild gentle breeze.

Tall branches sway overhead,

Mind empty of all thoughts,

I sense from behind closed eyes

Leaves are dancing a waltz.

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Warning - political rant - inspired in part by Chris Co's poem, Right Thinking - just my view of course!

I don’t think much of the Conservative press,

I think they are responsible, more or less

For indoctrinating normal working folk

Into wearing their tallest and saddest joke

That voting Tory is the way to go,

When workers’ foe is Cameron and co.

They con...

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battle weary

one scarred cheek

face of mud

leg torn apart

rescued by foes

tortured

thrown into

prison camp

finally three

long years later

allowed home

half starved

at the end

of hostilities.

wife already

had someone

hardly recognised

the husband

she had kissed

goodbye to all

those years ago.

it...

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The clock ticks on the mantelpiece,

Soon you will be home;

Please don’t say those words again.

How can you believe that of me?

That I could be so faithless,

And cause you such deep pain.

It was just malicious gossip

Designed to split us up

That we must rise above.

Falsehoods concocted by losers!

Forget their cruel accusations

A...

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So many years we’ve been together now,

There never was another one for me.

Beneath bright stars, your key set my heart free,

To love you always was my whispered vow.

Aged just eighteen we had a lot to learn,

We learnt together, made mistakes and how,

Our love survived and flourished so we now

Find blissful heights as passion lasts to burn.

A sweet contentme...

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This poem won me Letter of the Week in our local paper.  I don't expect it to bring me popularity in all circles, however!

What with pollution and the price of fuel,

Cycling should be a good thing.

But do I want them on our towpaths?

Well, not with the trouble they bring.

I remember when my son was twelve,

We each jumped ashore with a rope,

Then as ...

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In wind fine drizzle dampens cold my face,

Wet muddy path just hinders my progress.

I trudge while gloomy grey dull skies depress,

My trust in you I did so much misplace.

Those soggy blossoms hang so heavy now;

Why is it you always thought you knew best?

Intrepid bird collects for downy nest

Blonde pampas grasses high up to tall bough.

It’s not enough to sa...

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Shocking backhanders in politics

Such bare faced effrontery,

Petty criminals are in prisons

While big crooks run the country.

                         (Adapted from a quote by Howard Zinn)

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Sorry folks, my turn to brag!

Hannah, now 10, wrote this poem last year while still 9, and it has been chosen for print in a book called "Travel Back in Rhyme" by Young Writers.

What I can see …

Searchlights gleaming overhead

Careful, a bomb might give you a fright

Rubble fills the streets

Erupting bombs smashing through windows

What I can hear …

...

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In the land of Scroodleflump, nothing works how you think.

Gruddles live in bongalodes, grass is the brightest pink.

Gruddles are slith and lanky, covered in purple fur,

Their bongalodes wood-built, when they’re sad they purr.

Mr. and Mrs. Gruddle are most stranculiar.

They scrunge and gruff about, their sproglet is Tulia.

Tulia has a stropple in the muddle o...

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Mollie was a brilly girl,

She got a starky fright

When she met the glopsnork

One moony twankled night.

Did it really chancey do?

Or did it dreamy blur?

Mayhaps she was transpuddled

To a beachy sclur.

He stood uplong on three legs,

Sporting a whishy tail,

Droopy ears and a huge nose,

A grin that couldn't fail.

“Jello girlie,...

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Colin has got an ailment,

It is starting to get his goat

So he goes and tells the doctor

He has a lump in his throat.

Referred to the hospital,

A camera is shoved up his nose.

Nothing untoward is found

While his discomfort just grows.

Prescribed a course of tablets,

A new appointment to follow,

An x-ray film is taken

With a barium sw...

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commercialism overload

Christmas

Valentines

a price to pay

the list goes on

everywhere 

I go now

it’s Mothers Day…

I can’t check

my emails without

being instructed

my soul laid bare

to buy this

or that for

my dear mum

to show I care.

 I’d love to comply

Mr. Ad M...

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commercialism overload

Christmas

Valentines

money to pay

and so the list goes on

now it’s Mothers Day…

I can’t check my emails

without being instructed

my soul laid bare

to buy this or that

for my dear mum

to show I care.

so I’d love to comply

Mr. Advertiser

but Mum would need

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He was always such a popular guy

With both men and women alike,

Sociable, handsome and seemingly

Well suited to his pretty wife.

A better looking young family

I know you could not wish to meet,

Adorable kids of five and three,

Then I met her once in the street.

She tried to put a brave face on it

But I could see she was upset.

Left on he...

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take me to your bedroom

set my soul on fire

remove my thong with your teeth

unwrap me like a gift

that sexy gleam in your eyes

says all I need to know

long enough we’ve been in lust

let’s pussyfoot no more

so kiss me now long and deep

let me be your temptress

I’ll lick your flesh into life

our desire will overflow

discover all my hotsp...

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Lying on the shoreline

waves lap over me

soon they will capture me

take me out to sea

I float and dip

and float again

bobbing on the surf

until the depths beckon me

prior to rebirth

Now I am a dolphin

I swim and jump

and play

at last I may find

happiness

while you are

far away

Or maybe I will join you

in a lif...

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Huge bonuses go

to those who screw it all up

causing vast bail-outs.

They say we must pay

to keep the top people in.

Making top losses!

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“Mummy,” queries Oliver, “What does serendipity mean?”

“Let me see your teeth, Ollie. Are you sure you brushed them clean?”

“Well?” persists the little lad as she rushes him out the door.

Words like that, she thinks to herself, should be against the law!

She chats about the day ahead, his attention goes astray.

But now it all comes back to him as they are on thei...

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When your name is Harry Redknapp

You get cleared of fraud in court,

Spiriting large sums of money

To an account in Monaco

In the name of your dog.

I guess he’s no worse than other

Celebrities and business men

And more likeable than some…

BUT –

When it’s the likes of me and mine,

We retire on doctor’s advice.

The Inland Revenue tell u...

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A rather plump old lady

Keeps staring back at me

When I look in the mirror.

Whoever can she be?

The wrinkles I see on her face

Are enough to cause dismay.

Just what is she doing there?

I wish she’d go away.

I think she’s got a blooming cheek

To stand there in my glass,

With flabby tum and thunder thighs

Not to mention that big arse.

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(Dedicated to Sheila Hocken, based on her book "Emma and I")

Born only able to make out shapes

and distinguish light from dark.

She found during her teens

even these restrictions became denied to her.

Then at nineteen she took possession

of a beautiful chocolate brown Labrador

Emma who became her eyes.

For ten years she owed the life she could l...

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