New paintings and regular art updates.
Tea for who?
Tea for you
With scones and jam
Or sandwich of ham?
Straight from the pot
It’s nice and hot
A fresh dark brew
Don’t let it stew!
Blue and white china
Nothing can be finer
From Stoke-on-Trent
To a friend, sent
A birthday gift
For them to lift
And then to pour
With milk and more.
Magenta or pink
What do you think?
A pompom dahlia
Beauty not failure
A garden delight
A lovely sight
Meditation in mauve?
I must be in love!
A lifetime of collection
A wide selection
Stacked in a case
Of wood, a place
To keep your mind
You thoughts find
Sections of thought
Over the years, you bought
But still despite it all
My grammar is still appall
ING!
Oil heaters to help keep warm
Supply some heat through the storm
With a heating radiator seized
These give off heat and I’m pleased
To keep comfy, snug and warm
They really work like a charm
But how I wish we didn’t have
A draughty house like a cave
That doesn’t really rhyme, I know
But poems about heating are low
On my list of things to write
Especially when the bill gives a fright!
A choice of light and heating?
Or having food for eating!
Today I feel like I’m drifting..
Things to do?
Yes, but I’m thinking
Ignoring the world
I’m just sitting
Down and just
Contemplating
Mulling over what to do
But I’m only prevaricating…
Have I got a clue
About future creating?
I don’t know what to do…
And I keep cogitating..
I have a thesaurus for a brain
My brain needs retraining!
Yellow, gold and brown
All the leaves fall down
Fallen in a mound
As the wind whirls round
Rain streaks the windows
As the wild storm blows
Hail mixed into icy rain
Knocks more leaves down again
Time has ended for them now
Rotten, crumbled, so they go.
Autumn leaves leave the trees, wind blows and bowls them along the gutters. They flutter madly, sadly the end of summer edges away.
Sunshine strikes through low, dark grey clouds. Holds my eye as light streams by. Sky shimmers blue, high domed hue. Birds are leaving, wings weaving across the air.
Full of delicious fruit, trees reveal their loot of apples, pears, and sweet chestnuts fair. Mists and frosts, with mushrooms and toadstools found in field and woods.
Nature’s good, it gives and takes. It feeds at harvest time, crops gathered in, the end of summer win. And all the time, those leaves spin.
Spent two hours
Got one line!
Mathematic brain?
Just not mine!
I don’t know what
To do to get
Nine to one
And every set
Of numbered squares
I am in debt
They won’t add up
And thats my bet!
Once I was two
Now I am one
I don’t know where
The other has gone
I am alone
I am so lost
My heart is stone
Turned into frost
I will go on
Into the world
Until one day
I will be gone.
Flaking paint scatters
Like dry blue snow
Bubbled by sunight
A patch of metal on show
So scrape off the old
And paint on the new
Go on, be bold
Then damp as the dew
Paint the wall gold
A liquid will run
Until it solidifies
In the hot sun.
Mallaband-Brown