The welcome rain comes pouring down,

Doubtful people rush outside,

To take forgotten things inside,

Those who didn’t sport a frown.

Pitter patter all around,

Children bored, now what to play?

Board games? Drawing? What a day!

Crash! Bang! Thunder! welcome sound.

The sky is getting very dark,

Flowers welcome every drop,

Grass is greener by the hour.

Kids are missing the local park,

Mums fed up w...

Love is like a fire, burning brightly in your soul,

And when a loss extinguishes, you never feel quite whole.

We feel a little slower, not as strong as we have been,

The loss will take a toll and feel like we've run out of steam.

Fires big and small always keep the soul alight,

And every one extinguished, never out without a fight.

But even when the flames die down, and they no longer thrive,...

The rich red skinned Apple hangs on the tree, shining in the sun, appealing to all who see it.

Children long to eat it, but it hangs just out of reach.

Then one morning, a gust of wind twists the stalk just enough to snap it.

That beautiful apple drops to the ground, ready And in reach for a willing mouth to eat it.

The pidgeons come into the garden for the thrown out crusts.

One of them spies th...

Always trying, always failing, mess is everywhere,

Bottle, beakers, tubes, even chemicals in my hair.

Always searching for an answer, never getting far,

Notebooks of ideas, some quite good, some just bizarre.

Always hoping for a breakthrough, but there never is,

The most I ever get is a nice pop or bang or whizz.

Alchemy is difficult, it never seems to work,

Any time I think I'm close, it all j...

There was a relief in feeling the storms approach,

The darkening sky drew closer,

The air was heavy and the world stood still,

As the daytime turned to night.

The raging heat of the last few days,

Was the hottest that they'd ever known,

Fires had started all over the place,

Too great for them to control.

The town came pouring out of their homes,

All looking up at the sky,

Tears of joy rolling do...

In ten years time where will I be?

Sat at home? Or on the sea?

I wonder just how far I’ll go?

As far as town? Or Mexico?

Anxiety does keep me home,

I do prefer to be alone,

I don’t like going very far,

Fear has really left a scar

Home is where I like to stay,

I really should just go one day,

Something stops me, something holds,

I make excuses- plans and colds

Maybe I can work from home,

Somethi...

A world within our world,

That few of us have been,

Submerged below the surface,

Mysteries never seen

A myriad of corals,

Of creatures we don’t know,

A place so full of wonder,

But few would like to go

Many lives been lost,

Taken by the waves,

Pulled beneath the surface,

The seabed now their graves

Vessels float on top,

Not knowing what’s below

Transporting many goods,

Some fast and some so slo...

At home I have a messy room,

Stuff is everywhere,

Pens and pencils, paper, paints,

Adorn the floor and chair.

But looking past the mounds of things,

A system is in place,

And every thing does have a home,

A designated space.

If you take a look around,

And take a closer look,

Every thing is organised

In each and every nook....

The warm summer breeze wisps through my hair like a hug. It is gently lifting my hair from the back of my neck, warm but cooling. The blades of grass in the gentle wind rustle in unison, whilst the nearby baby birds in a tree chirp away. This glorious field is a sight to the eyes, a huge sheet of green, with just a scattering of daisies And trees to break it up. In the distance, an old rickety fen...

Notebooks are such wonderful things,

There is no right or wrong,

Fill them up with fantasy, some poems or some songs.

A way to store the lists and chores,

And memories that come by,

Doodles in the corners,

A recipe for Apple pie.

Use some coloured pencils,

Some paints or just a pen,

Fill them up on every page,

Then look back through them again.

Remember all the memories

And take a little look,

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