Thread: Own poems

petal

Lozzie - fret not-don't panic
It's dead rellie's playing a game
I swear my Dad does this to me
When I can''t find a name.

'Dad' I shout (just so he'll hear)
'Stop messing with my tree'
I pause for thought - and there it is ?
Now is it him...............or is it me ?

petal

Oh what a day - it started off
Quite well.........least so I thought
I went out into the garden
Inspired by a magazine I bought.

Our new lad, he gave me a hand
We filled the wheelie bin
With 'green waste' -then I looked
At where my plants had been !

Dear Jason with such loving care
Had cleared the garden well
Least now I can see my snowdrops
And the start of my bluebells.

But where are my geraniums ?
The wild and rampant ones
Pale pink they were......spreading
Right across the paving stones!

And oh dear.....where's my hosta ?
I know the snails had eaten it
But I was sure there was some left
Not now.............no.....not one bit !

I've gravel neatly round my pond
But where's my spreading green
Of 'Mind Your Own Business' plant
It's bear where that has been !

I sighed.....oh well he worked hard
And he did as he was told
I said to clear it up..........he did
I went in.........it got cold.

Then the kids they started
Knocking the door ....one by one
The phone rang and I grabbed it
Thought it my be my Mum.

But no.......these kids they multiplied
From two to four to six
Then the girlfriends - they arrived
And thats not such a good mix.

The girls were mad they were ignored
The boys talked all 'boys stuff'
And played their music much to loud
Me and the girls had had enough !

I told the boys 'it's time to go'
They said 'Oh why ? Must we ?'
I said 'Now give these girls some space
And come to that........some for me !'

They moaned and groaned but in the end
They marched out of the door
Then blow me - half hour later
There's a knock............another four !!

'Buzz off' I said......'go somewhere else'
I've stuff I need to do
And can;t when I keep answering
The door to folk like you'

They mumbled then they grumbled
As they went on there way
I breathed a sigh, thinking that was
The end to a stressful day.

But no.....we'd had a power cut
Five minutes......nothing more
But the timer on the oven
Wouldnt work........and then I swore !

I looked for the instructions
Couldn''t find them....so rang Bill
'They're in the drawer' says he to me
I took a headache pill !

The drawer was empty - I'd not a clue
How to change this wretched clock
I pressed all sorts of buttons
It flashed 'auto'.....wouldn't stop !

I rang Bill.....'go to the chippy'
I said with a stern voice
'The cooker....well I just can't do it
So you've got no choice !'

'OK' says he.....and then I found
The book that told me how
To turned the cooker clock to 'manual'
I did that.............then sat down.

'Bill, no need for chippy
I've done it.....dinners on'
By now I'd worn myself out
My 'get up and go' had gone !

So now the house is peaceful
Boys and girls glued to TV
They had pizza.....we had lamb
I needn't have flapped you see.

Tomorrow I have told the boys
'Out for the day you go'
They smiled and said 'That's ok
You need some peace........we know'

petal

Bill's given me his 'Man Flu'
(Bless him.....he likes to share)
My nose is blocked, my head is aching
This just isn't fair !

This morning life was beautiful
As I walked into town
Bought a skirt, a picture frame, necklace, then
Back home........that's when I frowned.

My eyes were running , voice all croaky
I put the kettle on
Then in came Jason our young gardener
He had lunch......then he was gone !

Now if I remember rightly
He said that he'll be back
Tomorrow......or was it Thursday ?
Oh dear....this week I'm losing track !

Bill.....oh bless his cotton socks
Was full of sympathy
He'd had the day off work and cooked
Three days dinners just for me !

So I don't have to bother with it
For the rest of the week
He knows how I hate cooking
And now the weather's looking bleak !

The weathermen, they forecast snow
Excited ? no - not me !
Snowballs and snowmen ? I'm not so young
As I once used to be.

Oh dear I'm moaning and groaning
Has this 'Man flu' got me beat ?
Well no.......'Cos I just won't let it
Knock me right off my feet !

But be sure I'll make the most of it
There's two lads -nothing to do
So they can make me drinks.......get shopping
While I've got this 'Man flu'.

One of them......poor soul
Has just been dumped I'm sad to say
Least I think so......he's sulking
Cos his girlfriend ain't called today.

But never mind.......they'll be another
It happens all the time
But its a shame ......he'd bought a card
Saying 'Be My Valentine'.

And that's life as we know it
Ups and downs and loves and dreams
But really nothings really quite as bad
As it can sometimes seem.

petal

I spent the morning tucked in bed
With a head that felt like lead
Poor Bill had to come home from work
And play 'nursemaid' instead.

The boys were good & made no noise
Our lad and his girlfriend
Have sorted out their differences
And now have made amends.

Jason said he'd do the garden
Then something cropped up on his list
And we're forecast snow the next two days
So my gardening will get missed !

Bill's still suffering from 'Man flu'
Though he'd felt better - so he'd said
Until I got this dreaded cold
Then he moaned 'my aching head !'

So we've been comparing symptoms
To see which of us feels worst
He says it's him - I say it's me
It's his fault I've got this cold curse !

But I suppose with this 'Man flu'
Which Bill has surely got
He's bound to be much worse than me
Mine's a mere cold.......his is not !

So this time I'll agree to differ
And let him have his way
So yes, Bill, you are a poor old thing
Me ? I'm fine..........really....I'm ok !

Now my Mum.....she phoned me up
And she's so full of beans
It's hard to think she's wheelchair bound
The stuff she's doing it seems.

Cakemaking, in the Jacuzzi
Nail care, Beauty stuff
Cardmaking on the computer
She'll soon be a 'pooter buff' !

So there she is rabbitting on
Bout what she's done and where
I'm saying 'Mum I'm not well......'
She says 'you should be here....not there'

The staff here.....they'd look after you
And make a lot of fuss
They'd find a bed........we'd have a laugh'
I said ........'Wait there.........I'll get the bus !'

petal

Thought we were supposed to have some snow
So the weathermen said
Everyone else had loads of it
We had rain instead !

I was a bit relieved at first
Then looked at the site for the bbc
At photos from where I once lived
Snowmen.....much bigger than me.

The gardens all looked pretty
(Mine's looking rather drab)
A bit of snow on our bear trees
Would have made it look less sad.

Will we get some more snow
Or is that it ? Has winter gone ?
Cos it's been quite warm today I thought
If only the sun had shone.

The skies are still grey, now its raining
Now my colds gone to my throat
Feels like its stuffed with an old sock
Can't talk much so I write notes.

The boys think it's hilarious
They laugh and think its funny
Well wait until they've got this bug
They'll not be happy bunnies.

At least Bills better, gone to work
After yesterday in bed
He'd had a relapse of 'Man flu'
But now he's fine...........he said

So maybe by this time next week
My brain will start to function
On all cylinders .....cos at the moment
Its on a severe reduction.

The power's off.......can't plug it in
Or switch in on at the mains
So bear with me.......normal service
Will be resumed again,

petal

Well my brains a lot lot better
But computer ? sadly .....no
It seems I'm disconnected
But really that's not so.

A box popped up and told me
My connection it had gone
My Wanadoo was working
And its three red lights were on.

But the icon for my Broadband
(Normally green with a kind of swan)
Has turned to grey, no swan to see
Whats more my msn has gone !!!

Outlook Express is working
Least it was last time I looked
And I've googled and got some images
For my family history book.

So am I off or am I on ?
And just how will I know ?
Cos I'm missing my vital green panel
And green......well that means 'Go'. !!

Oh well, blow the computer
We''ve company for tea
It seems...........one of our lads
Invited his brother......didn't ask me !

But he seems quite a nice lad
And he's staying for the night
Our other lad......well sadly
His love life's not going right.

His girlfriend and he....well they fell out
Why ? I wish I knew
He'd bought a valentine for her
And a teddy with flowers too.

So he's upset and so is she
Tears ? There's been a few
It's 'on' then 'off' -I can't keep up
But there's nothing I can do.

So will we get a peaceful evening
Somehow I dont think so
They'll be more tears before bedtime
Though I could be wrong you know..........

Chris

petal

I'm pleased to say that our young lad
And his girlfriend are back together
With Valentines Day looming
Poor lad was at the end of his tether

Young love don't last forever
But in out tender teens
We always think it will go on
Until we're old 'has beens'.

But at least for now all is sweet
Between these two love-birds
Shes helping him sort out a job
(At least that's what I've heard!)

The other lad ? Well his girlfriend
Calls to see him every day
But it's not 'young love'- not really
He's 'Jack the Lad'.....(so he says!)

To get him out job hunting
Is not an easy task
With no girlfriend encouraging him
In this most daunting task.

'I can get a job tomorrow'
This lad says - so blase
And we wait ..and wait....but he's too busy
Going out to play.

I've told him that tomorrow
Is a day that never comes
And jobs aren't 'ten a penny'
Working's easier said than done.

We can but hope for these two boys
Their future is at stake
If they don't get employment
They'll get moved and no mistake.

The 'system' in it's wisdom
Says the boys must employed be
Or they'll be moved away from us
And live in a B & B.

It makes no sense but that's the way
It works for them these says
I'll fight their corner all I can
In order that they stay.

So please Mr. Employer out there
Give these boys a job to do
So they can earn a bit of cash
And stay with us like they want to.

petal

Oh dear - our young love here
Sadly is no more
The lovebirds fell out last night
Our lad, he hit the door,
Or wall or something very hard
He can't remember what
He'd been out and got very drunk
And happy he was not.

He sobbed just like a little child
Then said he'd broken his hand
I fetched the Paramedics
Well.....our lad could barely stand !
The Paramedic looked at him
And said 'Young man.....go to bed
Sleep it off.....tomorrow
You'll have a raging head !'

Nothing was broken we thought
But this morning our lad said
'I need a bandage on my hand
And a painkiller for my head.
Then I'm going to the Doctors
To see what he has to say
I'll be back in a little while'
So I hugged him and said 'OK'.

Well, time went by - no sign of him
I went out to the shops
A friend said she'd seen him
In a cafe with a glass of pop !
Not much wrong with him thought I
And made my way back home
Our other lad said 'Glad you're back
You're wanted on the phone'

It was our lad......'I'm off' he said
To Skegness by the Sea'
'Who with ?' I asked ....'You don't know them
They're mates of mine' says he.
'I shan't be back tonight' he said
I said 'You must come home'
'No way' says he......'Don;t worry
If I need you then I'll phone'.

Of course I'll worry, he knows that
But 'Time Out's what he needs
To get over this romance
That now has gone to seed.


Now romance......that is something
We should think about today
Or so it says in all the shops
At a price too high to pay.
At least for Bill.......he bought me
Lily Bulbs in a packet
'Only 99p' he said 'so cheap....
Valentines Day's a racket !'

Now these Liliy bulbs we can share
Joint present - do you agree ?'
I had to laugh - Now I know my worth
Round about 50p !

petal

Yesterday it rained and rained
Today - though grim and grey
There's been no rain and guess what ?
I've found new rellies.....hooray !!

Two of them.....out of the blue
(Not Pendereds Shan.....don't fret)
So I dragged out all my history files
These names I had to check.

Oh yes....they're mine - I'm certain
Least as sure as I can be
So I sorted out my folders to make room
In my family tree.

There were papers all over the desk
Papers on the floor
Photographs of shoe factories
Even one of my Gran's front door !

I filed them nice and neatly
(This was long overdue)
Decorated my Mum's folder
With a border and flowers in blue.

At last - the kick start I needed
To get me re-motivated
My folders -well they'd just sat on the shelf
While I sat here & felt quite deflated.

But now.....well I feel all cock-a-hoop
Well I did until I clicked on 'print'
To save this information sent to me
Then bless me ! I ran out of ink !!

Don't you hate it when that happens?
(Or does it just happen to me?)
Just when I've got some 'get up and go'
To pursue my Family Tree !

I mustn't stop now I've re-started
When I think of all the work I've done
And the help I've had from kind people
Not to mention a whole lot of the fun !

So keep going I will......I'll find something
I've got this far......keep at it I must
Because if I dont my history files, I fear
Will be buried forever in dust !