Don’t bite me please!
I taste bitter
I’m not nice.
My flavour is cabbage
Mixed with mouldy cheese…
I won’t be eaten
Go away please.
If you don’t leave here.
I will grow so quick
Bite off your nose!
Snicka-snack snip!
Green man (beech)
Tag: Poem
Warm
The cat sat on the mat,
by the heater,
warm and snug,
the occasional lick of his paws,
the obligatory stretch and curl.
Cat knows a good place,
when he finds one.
Outside its cold and overcast, inside?
Bright and calm.
Cat knows the best place,
and how to claim it.
Cloud over Barlaston
Soft little clouds
Fluttering like bird feathers
Swirling down the air currents
Darkness falling
Now the moon rises
Shadows lengthen.
Time to stretch our legs,
Head home,
A long, flat walk
Into the dusk.
Bat’s flitter overhead,
Moths race to our torches.
Mistaking them for the rising moon.
Home in time for supper.
Blue sky lost in the dark….
I wish
I wish I was in that boat,
floating on the lake,
watching the ducks
taking flight
with great strides
across the water….
Flap, flap, fly
soaring over me
reflected in the water
like the white sails
of the boat
stirring in the breeze
rippling the water.
Floating along, calm.
Leaves
Leaves on fire
Bright like stained glass.
Arched and curved.
Twisted and crisp
Like brittle sugar glass
Crispy or soggy
Under children’s feet,
Kicking the fallen leaves.
Leaves because they’ve left?
Tree
Tree, look after me,
Let me climb up and see
Where the world ends
Where the sea sweeps
High views
Cliff edges,
Sand bars
Tree you let me see far
Over hill and vale
Into the distant waves
Crashing across the earth’s face
Like tears and mountains,
Flying spray
Blowing limbs from the tree
In a gale.
Time for a bear poem?
I see a cloud bear
Up in the sky
Wearing a belt
And flying so high.
Little black nose
And shiny blue eyes
High in the air
What a surprise
It just appeared
out of the blue
Crazy big ears
Listening to you.
Slow
Slow connection
Slow to load,
Blocks are irritating
Words don’t work.
Finding my footing
Muddling through
Finding it painful
To work it out.
Don’t try spaces
Don’t type lines,
Everything jumps
And moves around.
Poems in WordPress
blocks are hard to do.
Dooubled letter gllitch
Word press
You’re mmaking me dizzy!
When iI write poetry
You aadd a second letter
To the second word
Sometimes…
Then you stop
For no apparent reason..
It’s like you are toying with me
Playing wwith my mind
See yyou stuck another
Double iin again….
What aare you doing?
Laughing at me?
Clinking milk bottles
Last night at 1am
Clink clank went the bottles
Clatter, clunk, tinkle…
What is that?
Who is that?
Someone drunk?
Someone ill?
Why do that?
I’m opening the door…
Looking out?
Looking around,
Looking down….
Hedgehog! Rootling
Empty bottles
Tipped over!
Cheeky blighter!
Mallaband-Brown 