Poems, stories and other rubbish!

Friday, 24 September 2021

Headspace

Headspace

It’s not about money, not what you earn,

Its people you love and whatever you yearn.

A house is a place to live freely and roam

Not a show house – but a family home!

Building memories and dreams – not a daily clean!

To enjoy, not endure all the dust that’s unseen.

Go fill your boots and lay your roots

Share special moments -bear your fruits

A safe haven with all whom you love,

With spider and cobweb on the ceiling above.

Not clean and scrub until it’s all flawless -

Nobody cares they’ll all be aweless!

Wear yourself out with another clear-out

Just keep going until you wash yourself out!

So much hygiene until it’s all clean and pristine

And won’t be happy until it all gleams!

Don’t let the garden and moss on the path

Grow any more than an inch and a half!

The house is tidy from last Thursday to Friday

No time to browse and book a holiday!

My loved one is tired, feels so undesired

No time for loving – other things are required.

So many rooms and floors to run through

Or buy something new with the spare revenue.

Much more to upkeep - so knee-deep

Just want to shut-eye and get some sleep!

More to maintain will go cleaning insane

Need to unwrangle this mangled up brain!

In this showroom with a duster and broom;

Another groundhog day once again to resume.

Every stone will be turned over

There won’t be anything left over.

Rubbish bins for rubbish collection

Put out on the street with love and affection

And this will be rinsed of muck and dirt

Even if it means to overexert!

Paths swept, promises kept,

Indoors and out will be well-kept.

I know deep down this isn’t me

Is this housework obsession an OCD?

This has become a continuous addiction

And is now a common affliction.

Cloth in hand and here I go,

This should have been finished long ago!

Another day and it’s just the same

Got a written list to follow again.

The jobs I do, they never end

They’re very hard to apprehend.

Nothing out of place, not in this headspace

Have another vacuum around – just in case!

And every day it looks exactly the same

Get a cleaning cloth around windows and frames.

The cars are kept washed and made fresh

Everything is scrubbed but my head is a mess.

23^rd October 2021

Sunday, 15 August 2021

Cannot deny

You can love a creature of beauty no matter what the breed,

Searching, seeking, looking, finding until one glides at speed;

So quickly it appears, the eye beholds a miracle of nature

Great lengths to take a photo and hope to see you later!

They have got challenging to find, others become so rare,

No matter what the type is - in wonderment I'll stop and stare!

Want you to crawl upon my finger - just for a little while

And the memory of that delicate insect will always make me smile.

So very very pretty, whatever variety you are,

To see your precious open wings (I would go wide and far)

Plant a hundred flowers and weeds to attract you to my meadow

Your beautiful colours you've been given will set a garden aglow.

When you appear you are oblivious to the thrill you give;

Above the oaks, you thrill some folk during the time you live!

Through your life cycle you captivate with your beauty and your grace,

You colour the landscape until the day you pass away or hibernate.

I love you so much butterfly and will do ‘til the day I die

Keep looking low and high for something special - cannot deny.

Cherish every moment, butterflies adorn my dwelling

But where in the future will you be, there is no way of telling.

August 2021

Monday, 19 July 2021

Want to meet!

Want to meet a swallowtail but they are in the East

Yet to meet some cute purple ones but they're such an elusive beast!

A Scotch Argus would be a find but they are in the highlands

The Fritillary on the Isle of Wight - not that close at hand.

I'd love to see a Monarch again, but they are overseas

And great to see some Morphos to adorn our flowers and trees!

The pretty Duke of Burgundy has now become quite rare

To spot a common butterfly now in decline - it really isn't fair.

Sunday, 18 July 2021

Draw a line

Gentle creatures fly from flower to flower,

Hate the greed of man, money and power.

An abundance of butterflies now in decline

The time has come now to draw a line.

A Comma, Clouded Yellow and Ringlet

They are so very delicate

Seen all of these in just one day -

An afternoon on a Saturday!

I've met a male and female Fritillary

So very handsome - so very pretty!

A Brimstone or yellow that would not pose

For a photo and could not get close!

Fluttered by a Marbled White

Gorgeous both on land and flight.

The silver-brown Purple Hairstreak

So enthralled I could not speak!

Playing in the warmer air

Red Admirals found almost anywhere!

They like the nettles and rotting fruit;

Though to see one now is in dispute.

Enchanting, captivating, these dainty things;

Many intricacies on their fragile wings.

Flies by so fast, the colour so vivid

Disappearing fast, feeling sad and livid.

I did not see an Orange-tip

But a Fritillary crawled on my fingertip!

A magical moment I will treasure;

That hot afternoon was such a pleasure!

Meadow Browns and many Gatekeepers

So near to those tiny delicate creatures

Crept in close, less than one metre

So overwhelmed just had to meet her!

His majesty, the purple one high in the trees

The sun, the heat, the gentle breeze;

Day dreamt about them since childhood

And there they were, in the woods!

In the meadow, near the river

Essex, small and larger Skipper

And almost by something supernatural,

A bush full of flitting beauties - White Admirals.

I saw no Peacocks or Tortoiseshells

The common ones we knew so well

Caterpillars on bushes of Privet and lilac

Wanting them to make a comeback.

17th July 2021

Saturday, 10 July 2021

Bring it back!

Ma’am and the monarchy

For your platinum jubilee

Wants us to plant trees!

Scratching my head,

Using my brain

To entice the butterflies, bees,

(With other beasties)

To bring back some of what we had -

To bring back eco food chains

With meadows growing carefree

And agree

That this doesn’t take

A Masters degree!

Wildness doesn’t need to maintain

(Remembering childhood

Making daisy chains

In the public domain)

And while you reign -

Let it rain!

While what we had

Is being regained

I can buy a pot plant

Or a climber for the window frame

And have a cup of tea

Or raise a glass (or two)

Of champagne

And the only tree for me,

Would be the family tree

As I live in a tiny flat by the sea

5^th June 2021

Dragonfly

Tiny things,

Insect Kings!

Fill the sky with natures' hue.

Dainty hawker;

Breeds in water.

Wings you can see through.

Darts and skims

On minuscule limbs;

Hover in mid-air.

Excellent flier -

Like a spitfire!

Then quickly elsewhere!

They feed on gnats

Thank goodness for that!

They even mate in the air

Compound eyes

Beauty in our skies

They are just everywhere!

Build a pond

They won't abscond!

Only to migrate.

Watch multi colours

All through summer;

Nothing else equates.

09/07/2021