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Comment by kh2040 on January 4, 2019 at 20:52

Lunch with Charmaine

Sunday lunch with Colin, vegan special,
onion tart, pungent, moreish.
The locals gather, flat caps, boots,
real ale, real men, salivating.

‘Somebody strike up the band’
Is that tune The Stripper?
Charmaine, exotic dancer,
shimmies between the tables.

Colin raises an eyebrow and I nod.
Stiletto kicks, fishnet legs, sweat and tassels,
more Stoke-on-Trent than Moulin Rouge.
Two gay men, no appetite.

Comment by vivianallman on January 7, 2019 at 20:27

Wild Birds

Wild Birds depend on us, they visit us each day, 

They dance amongst the branches, and skip inside the trees,

They are a delight for me to watch and everyone who sees,

I love to see the great tits, picking peanuts out,

The bluetits tweet and twerp you almost hear them shout,

the sparrows, dunnocks, robins too, all visit everyday,

and if you put their food out, in the garden they will stay,

The starling shout and squalk about, the square fatfeeder on high,

 The Thrushes peck the little bits, they eat from dawn to nigh,

they prefer the apples though, and suet that's put out.

The squirrels scurry amongst them, you can hear the birds as they shout,

plenty of water is out for them, they drink and bathe and play,

I love to see the garden birds, I watch them everyday ,

special sights of special friends, as that is how I see them,

and, I know they appreciate me and all I do, throw the scraps, the bread, as well, they scurry to their den.

a hidy hole behind the shed, where its quiet and secluded,

it's nice to see them everyday and all the joy that is included .

Comment by hopezibah on January 7, 2019 at 21:15

The January blues, they hit every year,

After the festive frazzle had dissappeared. 

How I long for the springtime and for the sun to shine, 

Patience, is practiced during this time.

So over the years I'm learning to embrace,

the freshness of winter, the chill on my face.

Instead of sitting indoors feeling lonely and blue,

I get out into nature strapping on my walking boots. 

The outdoors - it lifts me, brightens my mood. 

Then home for a coffee - rewardingly good! 

Comment by pammyjean on January 7, 2019 at 21:32

My husband has cancer

the most frightening words to hear

Tears, Anger, what can I do!

Be strong, a tower of strength, my children cry , my grandchildren too. 

Me I'm strong , shed my tears alone. 

Take the wrath, the anger my husband hurts.

My strong man gets the all clear, laughter, happiness and still the fear. 

The horrible word has gone away, but still in our minds can it return. 

Me Im strong !!! 

Comment by cjhart on January 8, 2019 at 19:58

#Connected

What is this alien growing inside me,

Its taking over my life,

the puking, the veins, the enormous weight gains,

and the craving for chocolate is rife.

What is this alien growing inside me,

Its taking over my home,

the pram, the cot, the nappies please stop!

God, if only I'd known.

What is this alien growing inside me,

how is it gonna come out?!

hours of labour, do us a favour,

permission to scream and shout!

No more an alien growing inside me,

It's a baby that I have perfected,

ten fingers, ten toes, my love freely flows,

at last I feel #Connected

Comment by Jean on January 12, 2019 at 16:47

Pudding Pie

Learned to fly

Four and twenty metres high

Hit the deck

By the beck

Broke her leg

Flipping heck!

Comment by Honeysuckle21 on January 30, 2019 at 23:26

Alone and single at the age of 30
My friend suggested a blind date for me 
At first i said NO you got to be kidding 

What if he turns out to be minging!!
Well he might think the same of you, she said with a wink
It's Friday 4th November, 7.30pm ... Have a think!
And, so i turned up to the venue dressed up to the nines
With my eye on the door, which must have opened 60 times
Before in walked a bloke, who i recognised instantly
I knew him from old, didn't get on with him, and nor him me
Cor blimey, i feared i hope that's not my date
As i frantically tried to cover my face
Oh noooo he's clocked me, it's too late, it's my fate!

Now 25 years on, and with no regret
My decision to go, turned out a safe bet
We have both learned not to judge a book by the cover 
For if you look inside and get to know one other
You may well end up like Steve and me 
Celebrating this year our 22nd wedding Anniversary 

Comment by hello on January 31, 2019 at 10:50

I've got to declutter my house,

I've got to throw things away.

I'm tired of all the mess,

all the disarray.

If only I could get started,

I need a pick me up.

A brand new Cafetiere,

to pour coffee in my cup.

Comment by The Crafter on April 26, 2020 at 9:17

I sit in my garden how lucky am I

My mind starts to wander

About good days gone by

When life was "normal" if that's the right word

Now I sit and I ponder on life so absurd

I fear for my loved ones, just a trip to the store

With masks and hand washing

Are they safe? I'm not sure

Self isolation and I'm still full of fear

They tell us it'll get better in maybe a year

I look all around me as people self distance

We so took for granted our "normal" existence

Please stay at home to help stop the spread

Protect friends and family

If you don't want them dead.

GOD BLESS ALL. KEEP SAFE X

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