When was this padlock opened?
What was stored inside?
So many questions to answer
What thing is hiding? Decide..
Is it a treasure or mystery
Monster or chemical formula?
It could be any or all of them
Unlock and find what you see!
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Tag: Poem
Chair cover
So they keep their claws out.
Covered over, not so smart
But safe at least, from little paws
I want to save my chair from holes
Cats are cheeky, need a scratching pole!
Handsome boy
Black and white
Neat and tidy
Often aloof
But sitting beside me.
Paws lined up
Waiting to dine
Everything about him
Is oh so fine.
He’s only a moggy
A white and black cat
He can be soppy
And he’s getting quite fat!
2024
Late greeting to 2024’s calendar
You arrived at the start
Of January (not a wonder)
And ended 2023 at last
A year I don’t want to remember
Not a good year for me.
May this year be better and hopeful
A leap year, an extra day
February 29 a blessing
Where happiness might just stay.
Apart from that added adventure
The rest may be simply the same
But hopefully pleasant and gentle
I don’t want 2023 again!
Last night..
The cats slept but I didn’t.
Little snores kept me awake.
I don’t like the dark
Or the cold
Being on my own.
One cat gets under the covers
Claws out, poddling me
It’s sweet but
Then she gets too hot
Leaping out and away.
I tried reading
But I ached,
My mind raced
Too tired to sleep now.
Third night this week….
Dawn
Sky lightens
Black to blue
To greys
Clouded
My mind spins
Thoughts orbit
Won’t stay still
Words babble
Muddle,
Tired and befuddled
Where is sleep?
Doodling
I didn’t cry on New Years day.
I didn’t weep at all
I felt sad and tired
But I’d run out of tears today.
Screwed my eyes up…
Nothing came,
No lachrymose rivulets
Running down my cheeks
I drew a doodle
Of a woman crying
That was all I could do.
Happy 2024
Wishing you a good new year
With laughter and full of cheer.
May your days be bright
Lit by the sun’s starlight
Have plenty to eat
Savory and sweet
May your dreams come true
For all of you.
Love and peace to the world
As the new year is unfurled.
As Julian of Norwich wrote so many years ago.
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
Home
Safe place
Staying home
Don’t want to go out
Into the world
This is my cocoon
Wrapped round me
His presence
His garden
My solace
Seeking salvation
My sanctuary.
Let there be Peace
Life falls like leaves
A tree denuded
War and Terror
Pace the lands
Look left or right
East or West
People suffer.
There is no safety
Bombs and Mines.
The World needs Peace
Where a shepherds flock
Can be led beside still waters.
Transforming hate into love.
Mallaband-Brown 