If only…

Hug

I think of you often,
I miss you much,
I wish I could feel,
Your gentle touch.

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Battlefield…

Poppy

Not poetry but a 50 word mini saga I wrote for a competition some years ago. (I was one of the winners)

The Brits and Germans stuck their heads above the trenches one cold and frosty morning, and called a truce by swapping their guns for a game of football. No grudges to settle on the battlefield this Christmas day. Just Soldiers choosing to be boys all in the name of peace.

Teaching Blues…

Teacher

I once knew a teacher,

She was very good indeed,

She was kind to all the students,

And hoped they would succeed.

She always did her marking,

No sentence left unchecked,

It took her to the wee hours,

But none she did reject.

Her lovely husband waited,

With spare pens to hand,

Hoping she would take him,

To the Promised Land.

Alas she was too knackered,

To even raise a smirk,

Let alone to tempt him,

With a little perk!

 

Candy Canes…

mistletoe

Candy canes and paper chains,

Tinsel round the tree,

Stockings hung, carols on,

Children laugh with glee.

Christmas pud and crackers too,

Silly hats and jokes,

Eyes that sparkle full of joy,

Gives us all fresh hope.

Wrapping paper filled with love,

Snow outside the door,

Father Christmas on his sleigh,

Or is that just folklore?

Holly and mistletoe hung up high,

Loved ones beg a kiss,

A magical time once a year,

A Christmas such as this.

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Misplaced Life…

Five_Pound_

With only a fiver in her pocket,

And the kids all got holes in their shoes,

She wondered how she would manage,

To clothe them all for school.

She walked the streets by night,

Trying to pick up a few tricks,

The kids at home lay sleeping,

Dreaming of fish and chips.

They huddled together in her bed,

Whilst she walked alone in the rain,

Selling her body for pennies,

Humming lullaby’s to end the pain.

Oh where will her story end?

Will she always be societies dregs?

What good can come from politics?

When they’re all walking around in threads?

How will she ever manage?

Can anybody really foresee?

Is her destiny already written?

Or will society set her free?