Day 5 – THINGS I CAN SEE

Sunshine and shadow chase across the wall

The wind chases clouds over it all.

The chimneys are empty of smoke these days

But the pigeons sit there and downward gaze.

The wind chimes sway and reflect the sun

The way they will do til the day is done.

The cobbles are patchy where some rain has dried

Still surrounded by leaves that have died.

The terracotta bricks glisten with light

Reflected from the sun at such great height.

The rippling puddle reflects it all

And round it I can hear the small birds call.

Close to the wall the weeds persist

Removing them's a job on my list

A beautiful day for looking at things

Such earthly beauty, my heart sings.

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Day 6 - A SHOVELIZED RED WHEELBARROW

I always did like my garden just so.

These days I can't do quite so much

How my back and my knees are all depends

On how much load I've balanced upon

my poor aching joints who like a

rest between digging potatoes and carrots red

I carry stuff round in a cart with a wonky wheel

because I'm too mean to buy a proper barrow.

I work until my eyes are glazed

with fatigue and my back aches with

all the work. I garden in sun and sometimes in rain

though often in summer I have to water

all the plants and the crops and the flowers beside

the fence – though strictly she should water the

flowers not me! I love the sight when white

bantams cluck in the yard – just because they're chickens.

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DAY 7 – A LOVE POEM

I just love my new hair piece!

Real hair, not fake

The colour a perfect match

the curls so soft

The whole thing so perfect

It fits so snugly to my scalp

No-one would know it wasn't

A part of me!

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Day 8 …..re-write someone else's poem – George Robert Sims: Billy's Rose

BILLIE'S ROSE RE-WRITTEN

Two little waifs dragged up any old how

In London slums many years ago now.

The little boy ill, dying of want of care

None to tell the parents or none who dare.

His sister helps as much as she can

Tales she'd tell to this little man.

Of elves and fairies and of the Good Lord

Who had a playground so no-one would get bored.

He knew he was dying but his only plea

'A memento, sister, will really help me'.

The weather was bad, with fog and snow

But that didn't stop our little girl go.

She ran through London in her bare feet

Not another soul did she meet.

She sought a rose growing in a field

she decided to pray so down she kneeled

exhaustion had got her but she loved that boy

so she prayed for a rose to bring him joy.

An answered prayer – a rose thrown away

tossed by a Lady annoyed that day.

Cold and exhaustion killed this girl

Her love and loyalty like a pearl.

She went to heaven with her rose

And there was her brother as everyone knows.

She'd lost her life proving her love

But always guarded by the Good Lord above.

She greeted her brother with a kiss or two

And said here is a rose, just for you.

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DAY 9 – FIVE SONG POEM

The sun whose rays fall on this view

Will reveal such joy to you.

Such joy you'll never want to leave

And in it you will your wishes weave.

If you're weak enough to tarry

You'll meet one you'll want to marry.

You will say 'Prithee pretty maiden'

For by now with love your heart is laden.

Take a pair of sparkling eyes

Gaze in them and know they're wise.

'None shall part us from each other,

For we're made for one another.'

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Day 10 – POETRY FOR THE MASSES

Let's teach it again in schools

Learn poetry in all our classes

Make it one of the best school rules!

Just think, you could learn History

And possibly Geography too

Maths would be no longer a mystery

And Science through poems you could do.

Cookery and Music and Dancing

All learnt through the art of meter, (metre???)

And then there are poems you could sing

All this would make learning much neater.

We'd learn new poems in English

And write our own pieces as well

Learn Languages if that's your wish

And speak 'foreign' until the school bell.

So you see poetry can cater

In all classes throughout the day

We'll all learn lots of data

And be happy and brainy, okay?

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Day 11 – an anacreontic poem

BEER AND BIRDS

I'm the luckiest man alive

I have two loves, each by my side.

One is Angela the other is beer

Keeping pace with them costs me dear.

I take her out to wine and dine

But I order beer by the stein.

She's a love and just needs food

To ignore her would be so rude.

I give her a kiss and order more drink

A few more beers and I give her a wink.

She toasts me with her small wine glass

That's why I like her, she's got some class.

The beer is good, and is my main love

But Angela is my own lovey-dove.

I'm a happy man with these two

Lots of beer then I can bill-and-coo.

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DAY 12 - so – CHANGE PAPER TO HOPE.......

" You call me up again just to break me like a promise.

So casually cruel in the name of being honest.

I'm a crumpled up piece of HOPE

Trust is like HOPE, once crumpled up,

it can’t be perfect again.

I would rather chase HOPE then chase.......

but right now I'm not worried about any of them

because money can't buy love , its over priced

I'd rather hang on to this HOPE.

"If I were to give you HOPE and told you

To write what's good in your life,

you might write down a couple things.

But, if I told you to write down your problems,

you would run out of HOPE.

Basically, we always focus on the negative in our lives.

Therefore, In my heart, I know I don't deserve HOPE.

I shall try to find the HOPE you mention

and carefully consider it.

We didn't have much HOPE when he was a child.

But he can grow up with that HOPE,

and achieve a successful life.

Thus, I am willing to avail myself

of any hint coming from without,

to offer this HOPE once more to the press.

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DAY 13 - A 'KENNING' POEM

kennings:

info leaf (page), glazed orifice (window), verbal locution (speech), teller monger (informant), mastication grazing (eating), gaffer bloke (man or boss),

I lean on the window sill looking out

MY GARDEN

The plants are growing without a doubt.

As I peer through the glazed orifice

I think the daisies are ones I won't miss.

Daisies are pretty in a country park

But all over my lawn it's not such a lark.

In verbal locution I tell my friends

How gardening can bring dividends.

From an info leaf I learn how to grow

Many teller mongers say what to sow.

Now I am mastication grazing

Though not really trail blazing.

Flowers, fruit and vegetables too

My gaffer bloke tells me what to do.

I hum symphonic syllables

As plant life round me doubles.

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DAY 14 – LOVE?

Do you still love me?

Is that a fair question?

Without you, where would I be?

Can you answer without hesitation?

Do you think I treated you wrong?

Do you still think I'm hard and mean?

Did I do the sulks for far too long?

Do you think I'm no longer keen?

If I apologise, will that do?

What did I do that's so unforgiveable?

If I grovel and crawl to you, too?

Will I have to make my apologies double?

Will me on my knees make you smile?

Is a tiny twitch all you can muster?

Walk on my knees for a whole mile?

That's far better – now I know our love has lustre!

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DAY 15 – SPRINGTIME (in terza rima)

Sunshine lights the sky for our joy today

The arc of the sky from the east to west

So high and clear, it thrills our hearts this day.

Not a cloud to see, this day is the best

Of this year's spring. A day for a picnic -

In the park? In the hills? We'll take our guest

For a country walk and we'll let him pick

Where he wants to wander, to celebrate

The wonder of sunshine and grass so thick

It's a thrill to walk or yet stand and wait

While we all view, from some sunny hill top

A far distant train, pulling heavy freight.

The warmth from the sun, and our brows we mop

As our efforts create a fine sweat sheen

A day to be glad - to run, skip and hop.

We say thanks for the sunny day it's been.

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DAY 16 – SILLY LIES

The world is definitely flat and square

I rinse my hair with the juice of a pear

The sky is green in the mid-day sun

Every big cake is really a bun

Roses smell of pig sty muck

And geese always choose to mate with a duck.

Snowflakes are made from slow cooked rice

And rain on bread is rather nice.

A giraffe's favourite place is down a mousehole

A young baby rabbit is known as a foal.

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DAY 17 -

SPENCERIAN SONNET (a b a b b c b c c d c d e e) on A SPIDERS WEB)

A spiders web is ephemeral when

Grabbed by the uncaring fist of a man,

But ethereal and light beyond our ken

When it appeared as today began.

Wispy threads spread in a double fan

Gossamer soft but immensely strong.

Sticky and clingy to catch flies it can

Last for days if nothing goes wrong.

Each little thread its patterns among

The most complex seen by untutored eye

Each silver-grey or white thread sings a song

When gently stretched, I tell you no lie.

Thus skilfully woven its purpose lies

In catching its visitors by surprise.