Allsorts

If you’re feeling sad
then you’d better listen
you should be glad
that you didn’t live
in the time of the war
You should be happy
that the war is no more
It makes my heart sore
that people take life for granted
and no one knows
how hard life had started
so you better be glad
and turn that frown
upside down
You should be happy
that we have
things like the phone
so we can never feel alone
Let’s all be glad
and be grateful

The water gushes
the wind shushes
the birds sing
as spring comes
with all it brings
but my eyes don’t set
on the water
or the wind
or the birds
but the flower
I gaze at it
in every hour
day or night
I love it
when it’s in my sight
how it dances
how it prances
in wind
The flower
The flower
it makes me happy
in every hour
especially now.

Family and friends,
The fun never ends,
But here comes lockdown.
We think it will stay,
But people are trying hard,
For us to see another sunny day.

I write poems all day long,
I do drafts one, two and three,
I use ideas from everywhere I go,
Who am I?

Who would think that a girl so old
could make such a silly mistake?
I’ll tell you now…
sorry gotta get my voice ready.
Ahem.
The truth is I’m so shy
but I’ll say it now.
I went to school with…
my underpants on top of my pants!

Have you ever looked up into the sky
and let out a long sigh
and wondered what space was like
and if you could go there, the Earth in your sight
commanding a spaceship
planets twirling
dust swirling
comets rushing on by
like shooting stars in the sky?
You float around
hearing no sound
saying, This is space
it is an amazing place

Come to my poem shop, I have them all!
Poems that tell feelings and poems that ROAR!
Poems that make breakfast for you and you all!
Poems that tell you you’ll always have a pal

I have poems that can fly and poems that hide,
Poems that creep up on you when you’re inside….
I sell you poems that make sunsets,
Poems that eat rice,
Poems that skate on ice,
I have poems that have mice,
And some that are really, quite nice.

If it’s a poem you need,
You’ve come to the right place,
All of them are here,
But the best so far,
Is the one the comes and gives you a hug.

Do you know what stays?
What stays when everything is lost
and has no cost
even thought it keeps us going
stops us from slowing down?
Take off that frown
and listen to my words
for when everything is dark
and there is not even a spark
the one thing that stays is hope.
So we will be able to cope
with what’s to come
it may not be fun
but it is true
and we can do it too.
So gather up your strength
and you can be strong
as you walk along
because you have hope
and it will let you cope
with whatever comes
and it’s not a lie.
Just look up into the sky
and say –
We will get through this
with hope

Marble is my Guinea pig,
I love him very much.
I stroke him every day,
his fur is soft to touch.
His pearly eyes look at me,
very inquisitively,
so I look at him back,
and give him a carroty snack.
I love the way his mouth’s upturned,
which makes it look like he is smiling,
and when he sees our big grey cat,
he always ends up hiding.
But one day that all changed,
he sat next to our big grey cat,
and snuggled in her fur,
and then our cat was sat down,
and she started to purr.
We were all so pleased,
and happy indeed,
I’ve never seen anything better than this,
I would have never given this a miss.

I sit in the back of my daddy’s car,
listening to music as we passed a bar,
The window open,
and the fresh air blowing,
Then we stop,
some horses go by, cloppedy-clop.
I look to my right,
as a smelly stench hits my nose,
and I gasp as I shiver and wriggle my toes.
“Is that a hill made of rubbish!?”
I ask quite loudly,
“Yes, it is,” says my daddy proudly.
I try to jump out, and hurt my head,
“Don’t you do that, or I will send you to bed!”
I click the lock on the car door,
And then I accidentally fall on the floor,
The whole countryside is covered in trash,
the lakes, the streams, and I hear a smash,
a person is throwing their bike on top of the pile,
and now I feel its smelling more vile.
I wish I could clear it all up,
and now I could see a very small pup,
it was stuck in a pot,
I could give it a shot,
so I jumped out the car, and fell into cot,
someone had thrown a cot and some toys on the ground,
I had to get that pup, but I was stuck I was bound.
My legs were stuck in the bars of the bed,
I tried so hard, my face became red,
the pup jumped out of the tiny pot,
and came to help me, but the sun was boiling hot.
I got out eventually, and brushed down my legs,
I looked through my pockets and found some old pegs,
the rubbish was multiplying,
every second,
so I cleaned all the furniture, and set up a stall,
people came from everywhere, even the village hall.
Bit by bit the rubbish divided,
to a cleaner earth, we were guided,
and finally it was clean, and pure,
and it smelt like roses, not manure.
But underneath, we had not realised,
was a pillow, and blanket of fuchsias,
and for every one of us was a brighter future.
The pup and I went home, happy and calm,
and then I looked to the left where I saw a farm,
I groaned, and sniffed, I became angry once more,
because what I could see made my heart very sore,
more rubbish, and litter,
it was sad, it was bitter,
I would need more help with this,
I would never, ever give it a miss.
So I got on and did it,
and once more, the farm was pure,
that’s my work done for the day,
and I went to sleep happy and gay…

(gay used to mean happy)