Friday, 18 August 2017

Ouch!

Went to the doctor,
My B12 jab was due.
Saw a different nurse,
She said she was new.

Chatted away,
She drew up the stuff,
Ow, that really hurt!
That was quite rough!

I turned for to look,
A big needle I saw!
One for drawing up,
I stared, with a drop of the jaw!

Is it not enough,
That I have to be here?
You hurt me so much,
Coming again I will fear.

My arm is now sore,
Come up in a bruise!
You hurt and abused,
The nurse I accuse.

I'm sorry she says,
Won't do it next time,
I'll use one much smaller,
Which won't be a crime!

Thank you dear nurse,
For being so kind,
I'll come back again,
I really won't mind.

Tuesday, 15 August 2017

I can't work it out!

I love a good puzzle,
Crosswords and such,
They keep my mind active,
So it don't addle too much!

But oh, this puzzle I'm on!
Days, I have toiled
I can't work it out!
My fun it is spoiled!

I get out the books,
To check up on the word,
But still it won't fit,
This is getting absurd!

I check out a website,
To finish the clue,
But still it won't work,
I'm feeling quite blue!

I throw down the book,
In a bit of a shock,
This difficult thing,
Is starting to mock!

I need to get out,
For a walk I will go,
Maybe my brain,
Will get a good blow!

A lightbulb comes on.
That's the answer I seek!
Flying high in the sky,
I look up for a peek.

Drone! That's the one,
I've done it at last!
I fill in the squares,
And finish quite fast.

I smile and turn,
To the next puzzle page,
Sudoko, oh no,
This will take me an age!

But I'll do it, you'll see
I'll work it all out,
Cos using my brain,
Is what it's about!

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

I need a new oven!

I need a new oven!
My old one is dead.
It needs to come quickly,
Or none will get fed.

I look on the web,
A.O., they look fine,
I look and peruse,
Which one will be mine?

Ah, that one looks good,
I choose and I pay.
Not long now to wait,
Then I can play.

Two chaps have arrived,
They smile and say,
You'll have a new oven,
By the end of the day.

Inside of the hour,
They've finished the job!
They try the new oven,
By turning the knob.

It works! And I smile,
Happy am I,
I'm going to get cooking!
Tea time is nigh.

So I thank you A.O.,
For a job that was great.
They even cleaned up!
Really first rate.

Thursday, 3 August 2017

Disconnected

She stood, the wind slicking back her hair, blowing away the tears that fell from her eyes.

Why had things changed? All of those years, listening, passing on knowledge, feeling at one with those around her.

Life was full of sound, full of chatter, love and laughter then. True, there was never silence, but she was not used to that anyway!

Ever since her birth, there had been the voices. Precocious, her Mum had said. 'Knows more than she should!'

But what had changed? Why did they not speak to her anymore? 

It had all started with her illness. As it took hold, they drew back, became quieter, eventually becoming silent.

She felt so alone, their voices no longer her eternal companions. Nobody could understand. Why should they? They lived in a stifled, closed world of silence!

She understood, they were giving her space to heal, to rest. She was sure that they would return – wouldn't they?

It felt as though the wind around her was playing tricks on her ears. She was sure that she could hear her name being called.

Are you there? She called. Have you come back to me?

Just the whistling wind answered her cries.

She turned to go, rushing to get out of the bitter, biting wind, back to the warmth of home.

She reached home, her hand on the door handle when...............

Yes, there was no mistake this time, she heard her name being called. Softly, sweetly.

She turned her head, looking for the source. But of course there was nobody there!

She smiled, realising that they were still there, after all. Biding their time until she was well.

Then came the rush of love which filled her to bursting.

'Don't worry my child, we have not left you, we were always here, watching, waiting for today.'

And with a beautiful rush the voices returned. Spirit voices, the loved ones who had passed into another realm. She was home again.

Sunday, 4 June 2017

Fighting for peace





I got up this morning to the awful news that there has been yet another terrorist attack in my country.


People are justifiably angry about it and most are blaming religion as the cause.

But is this really the case? If there was no religion, would war and conflict cease, would the world be at peace?

Sadly, I believe that it would not. Man will always find a reason to fight, to start wars.

We will always fight for what we think that we deserve, what we are owed.

Without religion, we would fight over land, food, money, to name but a few.

We would fight over small things that in the grand scheme of things don't matter at all, but we feel it is our right to do so.

Animals fight over the same things, and at the end of the day, as much as people dislike to hear it, we too are animals, with the same instincts to fight for what we want and need.

But here lies the difference. We have the gifts of compassion and logic. The ability to compromise for the good of all.

We can negotiate, we can put ourselves in the shoes of others, we can see things from their point of view.

All wars and conflicts start with a disagreement between two parties.

Instead of killing each other, we should use these human abilities to find a peaceful outcome.

Maybe this sounds simplistic, but if more people used these uniquely human abilities, then the world would be a kinder, more peaceful place for everyone.

My thoughts and prayers are with everyone, the world over who has suffered and lost due to war and conflict.

Let us hope that one day our humanity will triumph and our beautiful world will be a haven of love and understanding rather than one of death and destruction.

Saturday, 27 May 2017

It's too hot!

My last little poem,
About feeling so cold,
T'was a while ago,
It's getting quite old!

So now, I'm too hot!
The sun is now here.
I'd like to go out,
It's too warm though, I fear.

My head it is scorching,
Cos I've got blond hair.
I'm sweating and baking,
It's really not fair!

I cannot be pleased,
I'm British you see,
It's too hot or too cold,
Never just right for me!

Too wet or too dry
Too light or too dark!
Summer's light is too early,
I'm up with the lark!

In winter I'm tired,
Because sunlight is gone!
This chopping and changing,
Is really a con.

So I'll sit here and sweat,
Wanting coolness for me,
Then I'll moan it's too cold,
And make some hot tea!

Wednesday, 17 May 2017

Where is my blanket?

Where is my blanket,
I feel oh so cold.
Right to my bones,
Is it cos I am old?

It's the middle of May!
It should be sunny and bright,
Nice and warm,
Breezy and light.

It's raining hard,
The sky is so grey!
I want blue skies.
Please go away.

The heating is off,
Because Winter has gone.
But I'm so very tempted,
To switch it back on!

In just a few weeks,
Summer will be here,
But this awful weather,
Won't get better, I fear.

I'd go for a walk,
But don't want to get wet!
Those comfy old shoes,
They'll leak, I will bet!

So I'll sit on the sofa,
Cuppa held tight,
And pray for good weather,
With all of my might!