My little cat,
Staring into space,
Sitting on a sofa back
That’s your place.
One little cat
Captured my heart.
Making me happy,
Till death do us part….
Our little cat,
Purrs and likes to play
Jumping up and down
And sleeping half the day…
Tag: Micro poetry
Webs
Someone said its spider mating season
It’s webby in the summerhouse
It’s webby in the shed
There’s more silk than a silk kimono
Slung along the hedge.
The spiders spin such grand big webs
They catch the birds on high
They set great traps for insects,
And grab them from the sky!
A huge big spider
Came to visit
And stayed for a year
Now its little offspring
Are always very near!
Sleeping cat
I got up this morning,
Cat jumped up,
Fell asleep!
On the bed,
Where my head
Had been two minutes before.
What a cheek,
The cat out flat.
Asleep,
On the bed!
Watch out cat….
I might use you as a pillow!
Gemma
She sat at the top of the stairs
Sitting proud on the ledge,
Peeking out
From behind the foliage,
Staring at me.
She was loving and gentle.
Liked the sun,
Bathed in light.
Gemma was my best friend.
Random
What do you see?
Planets and comets?
Spiralling out of control?
Or a vegetable sliced through?
A seed pod?
Peas in a pot?
A strange roulette wheel?
Abstract art?
Cheerleader pom poms?
Or just random noise?
Window views
Just a couple of views from my windows.
See that?
It’s plants and trees
Green stuff
To help us breathe.
It’s made of wood
Or green leaves
Flowers too
To frame the view.
Inside and out
On sill and in pot
My view is enhanced
By all these plants.
Sitting in the summerhouse
Writing the summerhouse,
In the baking heat,
Trying to relax and stretch,
On a hot seat.
No double glazed windows
No insulation to keep us cool.
Only the doors to open
See the little pool.
The steam is rising from my head,
My feet feel like lead.
Hot and humid
Wringing wet
Skin is dripping
With sweat.
Then the radio blared out
34 degrees at Heathrow
Cold, cool, frozen, water, shivering, teeth chattering….none of these are here right now.
If I had got ice or ice cream I would eat it like snow.
Thats what I want, you know.
Darkening sky and rising breeze,
Thunder rumbles overhead
Drops of water trickle down
Now heat and wind have fled.
A streak of lightening,
A whip of lightening Streaks the air
Then the pub returns a blare
Of House, rap, and garage music.
It’s not the heat that drives me in.
But the beat that does my head in!
Glass window?
I was playing around with a photo of the stained glass windows in the church and came up with this. I sort of like it although I’m not sure the church would. When you use flood fill it causes a loss of details so you can’t see the faces on the image. I chose a rainbow flood fill so could create circles on top of the image.
Circles
curves and angels
winged with colour
flying high.
Art with rainbows
Black reflections,
illuminating and obscuring.
Circular arguments,
simple shapes
scriptural thoughts
saints and sinners,
seperated by glass.
Moustache madness
I came across this photo from about 5 years ago….
When attending a moustache workshop
Be careful where you put the glue
You might end up looking like Rembrant
Laughing like a cavalier.
You might end up with curling eyebrows,
Or with a twisting beard.
Just don’t go mad with super glue
Or you might have it for Years!
Sunflower
Let your face shine in the sun,
Turning to catch all the rays,
Like a radio telescope tracking the stars.
Your flower, crackling with energy.
How beautiful and regal you are.
Brimming with sunlight,
Gleaming with golden hues.
Sunflower, King of flowers.
Gem of plants,
Strong, bold, liquid gold.
Mallaband-Brown 