Poet's Corner - Win a Cafetiere from Robert Dyas

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Poet's Corner - Win a Cafetiere from Robert Dyas

Our Poet's Corner Group is for people who enjoy writing poems.

And this month we're giving away a Cafetiere from Robert Dyas for the reader who writes the Best Poem in this Group!

The Competition opens on 1st January 2019.

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Best Poem of the Month Competition


Welcome to our Poet's Corner

This Month we've got a brand new competition for our Poet's Corner Group! We're looking for the Best Poem of the Month.

The prize is an elegant 8-Cup Stainless Steel Cafetiere from Robert Dyas. Perfect for dinner parties and family entertaining.

For your chance to win, write your poem in the Comment Wall below.

The best poem will win the prize.

This Competition opens on 1st January 2019 and closes on 31st January 2019.
      
Good Luck!

Jenny,
Sixtyplusurfers

Comment Wall

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 Saturday

Pudding Pie

Learned to fly

Four and twenty metres high

Hit the deck

By the beck

Broke her leg

Flipping heck!

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