Category: Monthly Poetry (Page 3 of 9)

Outbursts of colours – 50 shades of green

All of them so fresh and full of energy

Fields of rich brown ready to be ploughed

A seedbed ready to give new life

White and pink cherry trees – patches on

Background releasing intoxicating scent

Birds chirping their lungs away

A heavenly symphony for dancing feet

Bright blue sky making one

Dream of distant places – new journeys

Beg to be taken, one can’t stand still

Fluffy milky clouds – all the beasts

To be imagined chasing each other

Spring showers making everything fresh

Coming and going in a split of a second

Spring is here, kick start to the year.
Snowdrops sadly gone to ground
Daffodils perform their final showdown.
Bluebells next take to the stage
Amongst trees waking from winters sleep
Blossom bursting forth everywhere
See it billowing gently in the air,
Cattle munch on jewelled dew laden grass,
Farmers early risers, performing their tasks.
Ewes roam on hillside,their bellies rounded and fat,
Lambs leap and bounce like scalded cats.
Mornings sharp, senses are roused,
Birds singing, make delightful sounds.
Breath of freshness evident all around,
Suns entrance dramatic from the ground.
Majestic, silent omits no sound,
Gently wakes up villages, cities and towns.
Grey blue tones followed by a blinding light,
Celestial display of her awesome might.
Gentle folk begin to rise,
Rubbing sleep gently from their eyes.
Ready to face another day,
While the suns up to ‘make hay’.
Tomorrow will bring another Spring day,
It’s brilliance and beauty as yesterday.

Breda Ware

Ham and eggs

Reading rags

A Glass of juice

Willis Bruce

In the paper

Near skyscraper

A piece of cake

Sweet milkshake

Tea with honey

honey is runny

Breakfast, brunch

No time for lunch!

Hello, our March 2016 topic made me remember one of my “me” poems: ME-questions (I was answering students’ questions…) and a line from it I decided to try to develop…: Breakfast

PS. Sometimes I have this kind of most decadent breakfast on a Saturday…:

🙂

Black or white?

Dark or light?

Cat or dog?

Prince or frog?

Me or you?

Many or few?

Up or down?

Poverty or crown?

Life or money?

Sugar or honey?

Sun or moon?

Fork or spoon?

Question or answer?

Writer or dancer?

Finger or toe?

John or Joe?

Everything? Nothing?

Up to you….

All around you find the clue… 🙂

Questions

Why is the sky so grey?
You could have stayed for one more day.

Why did you to go away?
There was so much more left to say.

Why do I have to pay?
With my heart aching, bound in clay.

Why has the sun lost its rays?
It’s warmth left, it took you away.

Why am I left with pain?
Unable to function, get through the day.

Why do they remain?
Light indentations where once you lay.

Why didn’t you think to say?
You struggle, afraid to face another day.

Why did you write,” it’s ok”?
Not listening to what you say.

Why is the sky so grey?
Because; you’ve passed away?

Breda Ware

What pleasure do you gain from consistently putting me down?
Why make things awkward; do you not want me around?
Who are you to judge what I do, when you, yourself, hadn’t a clue?
What will it take to get through to you?
Where is your loyalty for one of your own?
Would you prefer me to leave you alone?

How was it you took such offence?
Haven’t you heard the saying, “sitting on the fence”?
Had I known you were going to betray me in this way?
How is it that I’m not given leave to have my say?
Has it always got to be your way?
How many more scars will you inflict, day after day?

You choose not to listen; do you not wish to hear?
Yearning for acceptance, is it not clear?
Your indifference; no longer wish to hold me dear?
Years are passing, are you not a feared?
Yet patiently I accept, how long must I wait?
Your mortality is indubitable, will you leave it too late?

Maybe either not really or a different kind of a darker snowy poem… Hope the inspiring song gets downloaded too. If it does, I suggest you listen to the song first and then read the poem 🙂

Snow