The Rag of Spring

New shirt with old jeans
Smell of Al’s coffee beans
Soft pyjamas on my skin
Sweet sound of a mandolin

Sunset over Wanstead Flats
Garden walls with grumpy cats
Bluebells bursting from the ground
In love again with this old town…

Acrostic poem

This is two acrostic poems. The first one using bad things I’ve been called and the second a much more positive interpretation!

Emma the weirdo, out of place
Manic – Depressive basket case
Miscreant, no control
Alcoholic, on the dole….

What Ya Gonna Be?

This poem was inspired by my 17 year old daughter complaining
about people asking her this stupid question..
(It is a song now – hence the chorus)

WHAT YA GONNA DO GIRL WHAT YA GONNA BE?
WILL YOU GET A JOB OR GO TO UNIVERSITY?
WHAT YA GONNA BE GIRL WHAT YA GONNA DO?
YOU’D BETTER MAKE YER MIND UP SO WE CAN PLAN FOR YOU

The Actor

Unused to the theatre
I thought I’d try my hand
and right on cue I went and fell
for the leading man

When my guard was down
He delivered his first lines
Well-rehearsed and confident
Beautifully – timed….

DEAR MRS ANXIETY

DEAR MRS ANXIETY
PLEASE GIVE ME A BREAK
EVERY NIGHT I SWALLOW
THE PILLS THEY HAVE ME TAKE
I GO TO MY BED EARLY
I’VE STOPPED WATCHING THE NEWS
I ONLY SMOKE OCCASIONALLY AND
I’VE CUT RIGHT DOWN ON THE BOOZE…