Get ready for the main event Of the aquatic year. Athletes from every ocean Are expected to appear. The line up is amazing! Punters jostle round for space, Or place their bets at Coral’s. It is odds on for The Plaice. The starter waves a flipper. The contestants form a line. Oh [...]
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Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin To raise the goosebumps Underneath your skin. I’m told that live ones like To slumber snug. So I’ll put in your bed A little bug. Now what else is it I’m to be about? Ah yes! Them candles. Watch me blow ‘em out. I’ll [...]
I have been overtaken By a quite unusual name. It is the very first one Upon which I can lay claim. I am quite proud to own it. There aren’t many of our kind. But there’s one thing about it That, alas, I start to mind. When I say, ‘I’m a Twyman. [...]
The Definition of Love
Posted: 15th January 2012 by Ruth in Member's Blogs, Poetry, Ruth's BlogTags: love, poem, ruth lockyear
So what is love? What does it mean; This thing that hits so suddenly? It strikes from nowhere; moves unseen And to the heart its arrows fly. Before we have a chance to hide, It seeks us out unerringly, And causes stutters, heat inside, Which turns to blush when love’s nearby. Where the defence to [...]
You must treasure every minute. Do not waste a single drop. When you feel the tug of living, Never let the music stop. When you see a thing of beauty, Take a moment to admire. Do not let the flame extinguish In the everlasting fire. Though your body may be feeble, Let your mind be [...]
The view from my window Is elder in bloom From a vista of picture frames Straddling the room. And, under the elders, In china array, Are roses, that blush Through the shimmering day. The feeders are empty. The birds have deserted. But, over the stream bridge, My ears are alerted To clatter of lid From [...]
If you can eat your bread, when all about you Are toasting theirs, (and flaming burn it too!). If you can eat your crust yourself, when all men flout it, Please making allowance for their flouting too. If you can grate, and not get tired of grating, Or whip a pie up. Don’t be scared [...]
Two Small Sparrows
Posted: 19th May 2011 by Ruth in Member's Blogs, Poetry, Ruth's BlogTags: birds, Netherlands, sparrows
In a small garden in the Netherlands Stands a pavilion for exotic birds. It’s simply built of canopy and wire, And paraqueets fly joyfully inside. Upon the floor, small quail importantly Scrabble across the balding grass and dust. And budgerigars perch high and make remarks, As though nobody else but they can hear. Outside, two [...]