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Never ‘Just A Mum’ — March 6, 2016

Never ‘Just A Mum’

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My Mum!

 

I wrote this poem last year, but thought it would be perfect for  Mother’s day and good to re-share it for those that haven’t seen it before.

Oh, and of course, you can also find this poem in my new book ‘Rhymes of the Times. which is now available on Amazon and Kindle!

Happy Mother’s Day for all those that are celebrating it today 🙂

 

You wake up constantly through the night

To each and every cry

You soothe, you feed, you  keep them clean

Then croon a lullaby

You take their hand as they take a step

Your face is filled with joy

You sing, you dance, you muck about

With your precious girls and boys

You nurse them when they are poorly

You kiss them when they weep

You fret, you stress, and you can’t relax

Until they are fast asleep

They sometimes drive you crazy

So you say you’ll smack their bum

You cook, you clean, you’re everything

But you’re never ‘Just a Mum’!

Well Here it is! — March 5, 2016

Well Here it is!

 

I am very thrilled and delighted to show you my beautiful, shiny new book! Chris at The Story Reading Ape has done an absolutely brilliant job of designing the perfect cover for it too.  He was so helpful and accommodating to me, despite my inexperience in these matters and problems with my e-mail!

At the moment, it is available at CreateSpace, and is now available on Kindle and Amazon.

As I mentioned in my earlier post, I had been encouraged to publish a collection of my poems, and now I have finally done it! I do love to rhyme things and this book is pretty much a compilation of some of my favourites! I have even included some of the raunchier ones to add a little extra spice!

 

 

 

 

#Stream of Consciousness -This and That —

#Stream of Consciousness -This and That

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For Linda’s Stream of Consciousness post this week, the prompt words are ‘this’ and ‘that.’ We gain bonus points for starting and finishing with one or the other of these words too.

This is quite an exciting time for me at the moment. It has been suggested by several fellow bloggers and some of my family that I really ought to collect some of my poems together and publish them. Well, I don’t really have the foggiest idea of publishing and even less about self-publishing, but I decided that I would look into it. After all, when I finished NaNoWriMo I had an account on Createspace just to see what the process was, should I decide to publish the book I wrote at a later date.

Anyway, to cut a long story short (I am going on a bit), it is almost finished. In fact, I just made an alteration when I proofread it, and as soon as it comes back I am ready to go!  I have got a fabulous cover (more about that when the book is ready) and have finally sorted out the formatting. My dear blogging friend Erika was talking about this just a couple of days ago for her new book and I was itching to say something then about mine but wanted to keep it secret until it was ready.

Of course, I am so excited and have blabbed now! My own poetry book (well rhymes), does that mean I am going to be an author now?! It is going to take a bit of time to get my head around that!

Writespiration #82: Nostalgia That Hurts — March 4, 2016

Writespiration #82: Nostalgia That Hurts

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This week for Sacha’s Writespiration prompt we are asked to write about nostalgia that hurt.  For obvious reasons this poem is a little more serious than my usual ones!

I thought my life was over

The day I walked away

Ten years down the drain

Nothing left to say

I gave you everything I had

My heart, my love, my soul

But, you had never loved me

Just wanted to be in control

The day that we got married

You said that I was fat

Just two guests at our wedding

It was over in 10 minutes flat!

Then you became possessive

And wracked with jealousy

Stupidly I was pleased

Thought it meant you cared for me

I always wanted children

 You said you wanted none

Yet an affair I found out later

Had produced your eldest son

I really tried to make it work

But I became so trodden down

The final straw was knowing

That your wife had come to town.

 I left your life with nothing

But a few clothes that I packed

And the freedom to be me again

And to never, ever look back!

Happiness is…… — March 3, 2016
Another Little Limerick — March 1, 2016

Another Little Limerick

Stripper
image courtesy of Pixabay

This one I did on Al’s suggestion based on the prompt words for Ronovan’s weekly haiku challenge

There was a young stripper from Dorset

Who was busting right out of her corset

She flashed as she danced

As her boobs were ‘enhanced’

How she wished that she’d reinforced it!

Alphabet Leap Year Poem — February 29, 2016

Alphabet Leap Year Poem

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Image courtesy of Pixabay

A very special day is here

Because it doesn’t happen much

Cupid gets to play again

Deciding whose heart to touch

Every four years it comes around

For some it is quite thrilling

Getting ready for the moment

Hoping that their partner’s willing!

It takes a lot of courage and

Just a little bit of planning

Keeping so many secrets

Leading to misunderstanding

Making sure the moment’s right

Now what was I going to say?

Oh my God, I’ve lost my nerve

Perhaps another day

Quitting now is stupid

Really, it has to be tonight

Sitting here together

The setting is just right

Under the gleaming moonlight,

Velvet softness of the sky

Will you marry me I ask?

Xcitement  fills the air

Yes, I was hoping you would ask me

Zealous cheering everywhere!

Tree Style!! — February 28, 2016

Tree Style!!

Winter tree

Majestically it stands there

Surveying all it sees

The winter branches barren

Devoid of lush green leaves.

Yet life is still within it

Just waiting for the spring

When its buds start blooming

And the birds begin to sing

In summer comes its glory

When it wears a party dress

Of several different colours

Its beauty outshines the rest

Then autumn comes a-calling

And it starts a slow striptease

The leaves are changing colour

And are dropping in the breeze

This is the work of nature

Of death and then rebirth

The barren and the beautiful

The treasures from the earth.

A Little Limerick — February 27, 2016

A Little Limerick

 

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Image courtesy of Pixabay

There once was a young lady from Kent

Who lived for a year in a tent

But the scratchy brown grass

Was a pain in the arse

So she is refusing to pay all her rent!

Ode to Music — February 26, 2016
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