Changing with age.
It’s took so long to learn
how to be happy, even though
I haven’t been always been unhappy.
Take what life throws at you,
not that you do but you learn
to live with excepting any.
Love happens if it happens,
if so it is a case of when.
Life is too short and you don’t
know how much time you have left.
Therefore’ do what you can
and when as much as possible
what makes you happy because
time doesn’t always come round again.
I will be honest say in my
younger days I couldn’t live
without love and romance,
least what I thought,
I couldn’t admit though but now I can.
Now what life is meant to be, let it be.
I’m too old now to chase,
worry etc like I used to in the past,
about things
that probably won’t be so
let’s wait and see.
I’m not old,
I’m not young,
I’m middle aged,
not passed
my sell by date yet, you know
what no one has because no one
is old today, we just go up in numbers.
One thing I have realized since
I been middle age, I’m stronger
minded than I thought I was,
surely I’m not alone. 18th December 2023
We are all poetic not.
We just have words that
mean everything and nothing,
action is true meaning that we see.
we are all
novel and story writers and more,
We just need to know what we want to tell.
If we can’t read and write surely we can tell.
A poem a story and more is our minds,
we all have many to write or and tell.
Can we or and do we want to write
or and tell what is on our minds?
If we can’t speak, surely you can
make signs to what others,
shake your head to yes and no, etc.
We have words in our head what
they may be, it is just getting
them down on paper the way
others understand. 19th December 2023
Poetry speaks.
Poetry speaks like the robin
red breast in the trees covered in snow.
Poetry speaks like the frozen
milk on the doorstep from the milkman.
Poetry speaks like the birds
pecking the bread off the bird tray.
Poetry speaks like a parrot,
pretty Polly, Pretty Polly,
whose a pretty boy then?
Poetry speaks like writing in red ink,
the blood is too much to take, as it
smuggles on the page, as you drew
the robin red breast. 19th December 2023.
Everyone can make poetry
because everyone can chat.
We can all talk to each other
so why not write what
we say into a poem?
A poem of mind and voice.
Dis is thy a poem, this is thy a poem.
The mind never shuts up or
thinks nothing at all.
From a writer’s block to too
much for one to say for themselves. December 2023
You may not see me but I see you.
You may not see my face
like you once did
You may not hear my voice
like you once did.
I can hear and see you,
I’m looking down on you.
Think of me as dust in the air
that has disappeared.
I’m a sleep in the air and
inside the ground all the time.
I’m alive but I cannot
be seen and heard.
Yet I am alive I can be
seen and head now but one day
in the future, I won’t but if you
can see and hear me,
when people wouldn’t be able to,
we will be in contact.
For now I am here to be seen
and heard in life.
I’m still here, I always will be,
you may not always see
me and heat my voice. December 2023
Mystery and unknown.
Was I dreaming as I heard
a human screaming?
This was the same time
the train started to set off
to a mysterious place from
a mysterious station.
Everyone heard and everyone
got up from their seats,
wondering who
was screaming and why.
Yet there was no sound
of a shot of gun,
was it a stab of a knife?
The mystery was,
no body was found.
It was probably outside where
no one on the train saw.
The further the journey,
the louder the train.
Surely I was dreaming,
as I reported
the screaming
to the guard,
I think he thought
I was crazy as he said.
“It is all in your
mind girl”.
It could have
been anything,
I thought but may
be it was all
in my mind.
Like someone
outside
jumping over
the railway,
surely not as the
train was moving,
surely not at all.
The guard looked around to
see if anyone was harmed
on the train but
no one seemed to be.
Maybe it was out the train
or in my mind.
We were unaware that some
time during in the journey,
it snowed really heavy
as before getting on the train,
there was no snow to be seen.
Why would the train
carry on driving?
It seemed as if there
was no end to the journey.
As time went on, it started to get
dark or was it a
never ending dark tunnel,
where a light
was hard to be seen?
What happened to who,
from who or where, why
was never known.
Just maybe is was themselves
to themselves,
how is is a long
term or forever mystery.
Make your own story. 29th December 2023
The storm.
The wind was roaring.
The rain was smashing against
the windows with the rain.
The birds tweeted and
twisted till they screamed.
The sounded so close,
I thought they were
inside my home.
In time, they must have flow
into the trees.
I could also hear fireworks,
going off ready for new
year in such a heavy storm.29th December
What did we do without the internet?
Read books,
write,
watch tv,
play games.
Now there is a world of
panic when there is no internet.
Why is that?
What could be worse?
The power goes off,
there’s no light and heat.
You can’t have a hot and food
in winter time but some
how you are still alive.
30th December 2023
The whole world come to a standstill.
Small amount of snow on
the ground, schools shut
or and the heating has broken.
Where as at one time,
it would be roughly up
to six feet of snow and
children would still
have to go to School. December 2023
There’s no power to power.
Too much storm, too much rain,
then not enough rain.
Muddy and wet as the power
goes on and off any time it wants.
No heat,
no water,
no hot foods,
no hot drinks,
no tv,
no devices,
on light.
How did generations before us,
manage without power,
electricity,
water etc in the homes.
Buckets,
rivers,
streams,
seas, tin baths,
candles
and more. 31st December 2023
Poetry
Poetry in a mind of words in
our minds but everyone expresses.
If a mouse or any animal could talk, write etc in ways we understand, what would they tell us us?
Would they write or and speak poems?
What ever goes through their minds?
We just don’t understand animal language, only human language.
Whatever must animals think of we humans? Who knows? 31st December 2023
Why not live on rain water.
Just put a load of sauce pans under the black or and grey cloud and let water into them, then drink it.
Think of the money we would save if this was the case, only it would have to rain every day every where.
Just think how soggy the grounds would be in a world of rain but how dry it would be in a world sunshine. 31st January 2023
We have had enough rain to make rainbows.
There are rain spots
on my windows.
The chimney is smoking
from the local pub, as
pale blue blends into
the white and grey clouds.
As the rain slows down
but the sky is undecided
what happens next, as it slowly
starts to go grey again but
there are no rainbows to
be seen with all the
rain we have had.31st December 2023
Power of words : power of poetry.
Words that come from our minds but not everyone expresses them in the same way.
Not everyone expresses them in poetry and not even words but in the mind.
Words and thoughts are wonderful thing to think, say or and write.
Positive, even the negative and emotional in a way of trying to clear one’s mind instead of keeping it all blocked inside. 31st December 2023 to 1st January 2024
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