Pussy willows
Cattails
Runny jam and spiders.
Sunshine
Snowflakes
Raindrops and showers.
Gravel roads
Spiderwebs
Earwigs on flowers.
Troubadours
Trumpets
Crazy horses trotting.
Tulip bulbs
Hunger years
Small children crying.
Clouds above
Heaven above
God's arms open wide.
Looking at the world
through rose coloured glasses.
As the winds and clouds roll by.
Like thoughts and ideas,
they make smooth passes.
My feelings;
like dots in the sky.
Surrounding yourself pleasantly
is difficult sometimes.
The flowers and the trees,
are not always in rhyme.
My expectations are like chimes,
in what a world finds fair.
So different is the light
that my daydreams share.
Two swans dancing.....
In a farmer’s flooded field…..
To The Thawing Wind by Robert Frost
Come with rain, O loud Southwester!
Bring the singer, bring the nester;
Give the buried flower a dream;
Make the settled snowbank steam;
Find the browns beneath the whites;
But whatever you do tonight,
Bathe my window, make it flow,
Melt it as the ice will go;
Melt the glass, and leave the sticks
Like a hermits crucifix;
Burst into my narrow stall;
Swing the picture on the wall;
Run the rattling pages o’er;
Scatter poems on the floor;
Turn the poet out the door.
White is white
Black is black
Grey is grey
White is not White
It it winter
It is ivory
It is bone
It is bright
Black is not black
It is raven
It is dusk
It is ebony
It is midnight
Grey comes through in many shades
It is blurred
It is clear
It is smudged
It is dear
Grey is like a newspaper
It is black and white
And read all over.
A tulip popped out of the ground.
It made sure no one was around.
It took off its shirt.
Which fell in the dirt.
It turned red without making a sound.
I had a wooden shoe.
It was quite new.
I put it on my feet.
They felt really neat.
How they both fit in, I haven't a clue.
Red is a colour I like.
It is the colour of my new bike.
I rode it to the bar.
Thought it would be safer than driving my car.
Now, onward home, I hike.
There was a hat on my head
Last night, when I went to bed.
My husband laughed.
He thought me daft.
Now, there is a pot on his head.
I made a person cry today.
She was a lady of an age that I once used to be.
Her circumstances, though, just a little bit different.
She was standing on the corner of a street.
The light turned red.
So my car came to a stop.
Her face was really sad.
Her clothes, dirty and worn.
Her expression told me that she was not expecting anything from the gray-haired lady who had pulled up alongside her.
I opened my purse.
I pulled out a bill.
She accepted the money and said,’Thanks, and God Bless.’
I told her to take care of herself, as she began to cry.
The light turned green.
A tear rolled down my face.
And my car rolled away.
Be kind to someone today.
We are all butterflies.
Shadows on the forest floor.
Frogs on the porch.
Snowflakes fall softly in the meadow.
A spotted salamander,
Slinks slyly,
Under the kitchen door.
Icicles
Popsicles
Sunflowers
and roses
Water painting
The river
is frozen.
Starlight
and candlelight
Ice in the summer.
Wanting,
waiting,
and watching
in wonder.
Popsicles
Pickles
People in poses.
Have You Any News of the Iceburg
by Les Barker
On a cold rainy night on a Liverpool quayside
In the year before the Great War
The crowd was in shock at the loss of Titanic;
So proud had they been the day before.
Relatives gathered for news of their loved ones,
To read through the list of the dead,
When into the throng came a sad-eyed old polar bear
And to the clerk at the counter, he
said
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
My wife and my children were coming from Greenland
To be by my side in the zoo;
Belinda's my wife, and the eldest's is called Bernard,
And Billy, well he's only two.
I know on the ship there were hundreds of people
And I know the iceburg's not yours...
The polar bear's eyes held the start of his teardrops
And he covered his face with his paws.
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
It's been over a year since I last saw my children.
I left home to build my career;
I've worked very hard; I'm a star in the circus;
It's all been for nothing, I fear.
That's my face on the poster; we're in town this week;
My children were meeting me here.
Everyone watched as he struggled to speak,
As his paw brushed away one more tear.
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
By now all the people had gathered beside him;
His grief was one they could share.
The people around him, in silence and sadness,
Listened to the sad polar bear.
I wanted my children to see me performing
And Belinda, she would have been proud;
At last lost for words, and his tears flowing freely,
The question was asked of the crowd.
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
My family were on it, you see;
Have you got any news of the iceberg?
They mean the whole world to me.
Groovy Tales of a Well Adult 