Old pine tree

Posted on July 10, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Design, Destruction, Life and death, Old, Old pine, Pine, Poem, Poetry, Weather, WindLeave a comment

Old pine tree, gnarled and twisted,

cracked and crumbling,

roots deep in the ground.

Wind rises, pushes against the pine

boughs flying, bent back

air soughing through you limbs

great gusts destroy you.

Old pine, gone.

THUD! Patter, patter, patter……

Posted on July 10, 2019July 10, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Birds, Environment, Fun, Garden, Humour, Kitchen extension, Life, Magpie, Pigeon, Poem, PoetryLeave a comment

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On my kitchen roof

Bouncing around,

Pesky magpies and pigeons.

I like them,

Don’t get me wrong,

But just as I’m about to

Pour a coffee

THUD patter patter,

Or get the bread out of the oven…

THUD patter patter

Delicately lining up some icing

THUD! Patter…. Patter!

Do you have to?

You make me jump…

THUD!

Blue smile

Posted on July 9, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Art, Artrage oils, Blogging, Blue, Digital doodle, Life, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Smile, Thinking2 Comments

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I see your blue smile

Sad and sorry

Waiting to leave,

Waiting for a second

Before you go.

Before the smile fades

And you start to cry

Seeing nothing but tears.

At least you had a smile

Once….

That look

Posted on July 5, 2019 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Cat, Eyes, Humour, Micro poem, Photo, Poem, PoetryLeave a comment

That look says

Spider,

I see you,

There is no escape,

I will watch you

And when you are not looking,

I will pounce.

But now

I will just stare

My two big eyes

Against your eight.

Let me sniff your hand hooman.

Posted on July 4, 2019 Posted in Cat, UncategorizedTagged Cat, Fun, Funny, Happy, Humour, Poem, Poetry, Rhyme, SmellLeave a comment

I smell your hand hooman

It sniffs of coffee and paint

Of lavender and cut grass.

It smells of sausages and chips

Salt and vinegar.

Your hooman hand is warm

And soft.

Your hooman hand gives me

Food and water.

It strokes my belly

My nose and head.

You are my hooman

And I own you!

Ello?!

Posted on July 2, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Dialect?, Fun, Humour, Imagined words, Playing with words, Poem, PoetryLeave a comment

IMG_20190702_020515_158 ello, ow art yow?

I’m reet tired duck.

Why’s that my dear Mon?

Been down’t farm t’feed heffers

Check t’ ducks ‘n’ chuckhens

Made some chayse,

Layd a hedge

Milked t’owd goat

Brought in’t corn,

Flailed t’ barley

walked ower t’ orchard

Brung sum coookin apples owm.

Made a napple pye fer tea.

Then strode down tut pub

fer a pint of scrumpy cyder.

Drank tow much

Cayme owm legliss

Fell ower.

Slept in’t oss trough.

But I’m fine.

Hello July

Posted on July 1, 2019July 1, 2019 Posted in UncategorizedTagged Bees, Heat, July, Micro poem, New month, Poem, Poetry, Summer, SunshineLeave a comment

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As June turns into July

I see a bird rise up to fly

I see a cloud floating past

and a flag upon a mast.

I see buttered scones

and currant buns,

Ice cream cones

and happy mums,

dozing cats all curled, asleep

The carp from its pond does peek

People rest and take their ease.

Buzzy are the drones of bees.

Now that summers at its height

Feel the Sun in its might.