Lashings of toast
Slurping of tea
Having a snack
Just for me
Butter on bread
Melted and soft
Strong cuppa to go
With hot toast you see.
Hot toast and tea
Tag: Rhyme
Almost a year
Almost a year
Time has moved on
From when I heard
That you were gone
The Earth around the Sun
That shone
Has turned full circle
And flown on
Around the galaxy
So that now
We cannot ever
Return anon.
Still raw my thoughts
Reach back in time.
I miss you so
Hence this Bad rhyme
I hope that if you were to glance
At this mad poem
You’d laugh and prance
And tell me ‘chill!’
Take no heed
We must survive
Old life’s sad dance!
Afternoon
What’s your favorite time of day?
When the sun is overhead
Light shines down on bright flower beds
Makes the hazy colours shine
On plants and flowers and bees divine
At the stroke of noon I see
Primary colours, one two three..
Red and blue and yellow too
And the other colours hue
Make me want to paint and draw
All the beauty that I saw
Afternoon is the key
Makes my mind feel oh so free
Mornings are OK I guess
But post meridians are the best!
Blue sky
Shade of blue
Above me and you
Fading into black
When the sun sets.
Stars and planets
Meteors and comets
Fly up in the blue
Through different hues
Cerulean, Cobalt too,
ultra marine all in view.
A limited palette
Restricted to blue.
Abstract curving lines
Spin and twist
Curve and flip
Abstract line
Shift and dip.
Drawn with energy
Given lives
Negative space
Between the lines.
Twirl around
Like a web
Of neurones linked
Inside my head.
No rain for a month
See cloud man fly
As he floats by..
Oh my word! It’s been so dry,
There’s been no rain, I wonder why?
The clouds do roll across the sky
But squeeze them, they stay dry.
Most of May it wasn’t wet
Or if it was then I forget…
From sun-up to sunset!
High pressure domed
Across us roamed
Mild dry air
No rain to spare.
Just high uv
Sunburn you see
So let it rain
And rain again!
I could say pandemics…
What makes you nervous?
It rhymes with might
I won’t see this sight
You can keep your air
It’s just not fair
You see I’m nervous
But not being verbose
I won’t write big words
Like phobic? of birds…
I look at the sky
And my, oh my
I see a plane
Flying to Spain
Or over an airport
Where airplanes depart..
You won’t catch me in one
I just think they’re no fun!
So you hear me cry..
I just won’t fly!
Daffodil face
Just look at me! I’m a daffodil face!
A nose, two eyes, and ears in place?
I could be a skull
Or a monster too
I definitely am yellow
And a little sallow
I wonder what beast
I could be the least
Beautiful flower
Or petals in a bower…
Bad rhymes
Silly times!
Old TV
When I was young we used to see
Children’s programmes on tv
Chigley, Trumpton, Camberwick Green
Cuthbert, Dibble and Grubb were seen.
Then came the Herbs and a dog called Dill.
Parsley the Lion, I remember him still….
The theme music that we would sing
The Clangers, and Magpie, fun they’d bring
Puppet shows galore there were on TV
Like Stingray and Thunderbirds you’d see.
With Bill and Ben
Wild flowerpot men!
So much to remember from years ago
When I was a child…Memory fast not slow!
Sequins
Sequins, shiny and bright
Sparkle and twinkle
In the light
Plastic circles
Dragon scales?
Are they magic
No, just pale
Imitations of fish skin
Gleaming and glittering in
The bright
Light
Tonight.
Mallaband-Brown 