Mighty afros standing high
Pony tails swinging wide…
Tag: poetry
The Poet’s Sanity
WORDS CRASH AROUND MY HEAD
TOO MANY TO BE SAID…
Fifty
Blow me! I’ve reached half a century
And the devil still ain’t sent for me
I wonder if this is how it’s meant to be
Just me and a skip full of memories?..
HEY MRS AVERAGE – letter from a recovering narcissist
You’re nothing special you’re not so great
Take a look at yourself now you’re not off your face
Old Aunt Mediocrity knocks at your door
It’s starting to look like you were a fraud…
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…
She Doesn’t Date
She doesn’t date
Or look for a mate
She ducks romance
With a polite “No Thanks…”
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
A Lot Of Weather
“What about this weather then?” Mrs Miller says this morn,
“One minute there’s a heatwave – the next we’ve got a storm….”
The Cake
It’s been a very busy week
No time to rest or bake
I felt tired and grumpy
Then Sue made me a cake…
WHEN IT COMES TO JOHN
I avoid uncertainty – I like things to add up
Life needs careful planning, I don’t believe in luck
I keep things in order so that everything will fit
I stay away from drama, and things I can’t predict…
Emma Scarr 