Beyond My Window

The world beyond my window
Is in a bit of a state
With pandemics, plastics and pollution,
Deforestation and nuclear waste.

The world beyond my window
Is in a state of fear
With anger, riots and violence,
Police suited in riot gear.

The world beyond my window
Is sometimes blue and green,
With life and light and untold
Beauty to be seen.

The world beyond my window
Was somewhere to explore,
Rolling on the high seas,
Rocking around a dance floor.

The world beyond my window
Is removed from me,
Years and decades have flown by
While my mind thinks it 1993.

The world beyond my window
Is somewhere I don't pursue,
It's not because of Covid
More nothing I can do.

The world beyond my window
Continues without me,
My ability has passed
To work, drive and spree.

The world beyond my window
Has become out of reach.
My access is now virtual
And that's a dreadful pastiche

 

A Ditty For National Poetry Month

Poets are looking to rhyme corvid19

That has put us all in quarantine.

First some people act as an unruly teen

Behaving the worst I’ve ever seen.

But what can we glean

From this growing scene.

Of their stockpiled pasta and Andrex clean,

Of groups congregating, turning mean.

A few with the kind hearted gene

Volunteering to help and shop for cuisine

Deliver food and much needed caffeine

A smile and a wave through windows clean.

Perhaps there is much we can glean,

Society may not be pristine

But during times of the unforeseen

Acts of consideration are not few and far between.

©️AnneMarie2020

 

Dark December Days

Dark December days

Leeching life’s lustre 

Morphing melancholic moods

Damp drizzle descends
Languid leaves loam

Freezing frosts form

Dreck drizzle drops

Sleet slams skin

Mental motivation missing

Damp decay deforms

Winds whip wildly

Endless echoes emanate 

December drags deeper

 

Reposting a Christmas Poem

Christmas is coming, The goose is getting fatThe TV Ads are blaring, giving it all that.
Mum is busy stressing, what gifts there are to buy

No socks, pants or smells, harder she must try.
The stick tape’s gone missing, the bows won’t even stick

She watched all the videos to find the wrapping trick.
The decorations are dusty from storage in the attic,

The waving snowman should move but he standing there all static
The cats gone up the tree again, the baubles won’t survive,

The dogs been at the mince pies, the hamsters at the chive.
The kids are all excited at the gifts beneath the tree

Trying to shake and feel and find which one’s for me.
Dad’s no help, he’s snoring, he’s sampled the christmas punch

Mum needs a bigger oven to cook the christmas lunch.
Turkey roast and turkey stew, and turkey curry too

Anyone for more sprouts, the gravy turned to goo.
Come Boxing Day it’s all over, well it is for some,

One is still working, you know her, she’s called Mum.
As you raise a glass to toast and welcome the New Year,

Just 359 days until Christmas again is here.

 

Festive Stress

I am sure I wrote something similar one christmas ago, might have been on a community group over on the departed and deleted BCUK.  Anyway here is something rattling around my head [anything to avoid the wrapping].

Christmas is coming, The goose is getting fat
The TV Ads are blaring, giving it all that.

Mum is busy stressing, what gifts there are to buy
No socks, pants or smells, harder she must try.

The stick tape’s gone missing, the bows won’t even stick
She watched all the videos to find the wrapping trick.

The decorations are dusty from storage in the attic,
The waving snowman should move but he standing there all static

The cats gone up the tree again, the baubles won’t survive,
The dogs been at the mince pies, the hamsters at the chive.

The kids are all excited at the gifts beneath the tree
Trying to shake and feel and find which one’s for me.

Dad’s no help, he’s snoring, he’s sampled the christmas punch
Mum needs a bigger oven to cook the christmas lunch.

Turkey roast and turkey stew, and turkey curry too
Anyone for more sprouts, the gravy turned to goo.

Come Boxing Day it’s all over, well it is for some,
One is still working, you know her, she’s called Mum.

As you raise a glass to toast and welcome the New Year,
Just 359 days until Christmas  again is here.

 

Take Time To See

I wrote this many years ago.

Why don’t you take time to see
The wonderment inside of me
Instead you just stand and stare
Not focusing past the metal wheelchair
It’s easy for you to turn away
I have to live in it day after day
Viewing the world just three foot tall
Being patronised belittled made to feel small
It may surprise you to know
That I can laugh and sing and show
The world what it’s not ready to see
An intelligent loving enlightened person like me
So next time you see me as I roll by
Happy contented head held high
Just think, I’m your biggest regret
Remember there is a chance yet
For you to take time to see
The wonderment that is me