Don’t think ignorance is an excuse
For pure vitriol, vile and profuse
Nothing gives you the right
To spout hatred and spite
Voice such small-minded verbal abuseKeep your judgemental views in your head
Teach yourself how to keep thoughts unsaid
Learn to open your heart
And you might find you start
To feel kind towards others instead
Tag: poetry
Ebb Tide
Ebb tide receding
Wrapped in ribbons of soft light
Sculpted sands reveal
Bubbles
The best bubbles float freely in wine
Giggling gently they sparkle and shine
Effervescence quick flows
Bubbles tickle my nose
Make the fizziest fizz taste divine
Late Night Limericks
In the dark wide awake in my bed
Conjure up limericks in my head
Love the tight rhythmic rhyme
With its tripartite time
But I sometime write sonnets instead
Big Dog Boris
Big Dog Boris reminds me of Trump
One more arrogant deluded chump
Caught in too many lies
Time to say his goodbyes
Will he wait to be pushed? Will he jump?
Seeing Red
So I’m not a great fan of most reds
I prefer pinks or orange instead
Don’t like deep shades of wine
Although purple is fine
My dislike really can’t be gainsaid
Scary Movies
Scary movies make me more than tense
With sick-o-meter levels immense
I prefer to eschew
And just choose not to view
So change channels before they commence
Idle Time
Idle Time…
Choose to idle away many hours
Sitting out in my garden of flowers
It’s my own time to waste
Any guilt is erased
As I soak up each plant’s healing powersI enjoy not just colour but scent
As I savour the time that is spent
In the fresh airy breeze
Doing just as I please
Sitting quietly, smiling, content…
PS The image is a photograph of a page of a little book titled ‘Self-Care: How to live mindfully and look after yourself’ by Claire Chamberlain 🙂
Scottish Soup: A Sonnet
My Scottish senses love the cooking smell
Of soup that starts with deeply smoked ham hock
Boiled up with split red lentils, seasoned well
Traditional good food from fresh-made stockOr leek and tatties make the perfect base
With chicken bouillon, carrots, onions too
Add herbs and salt and pepper judged to taste
A little milk to finish – that’ll do!Pearl barley thickens broth like fattened rice
With cheap-cut beef and root veg simmered low
Soup fills you up at such a decent price
Well-blended flavours make your tastebuds glowA bowl of love with thick-sliced bread to eat
Now that’s a hearty dinner hard to beat ❤
I know I never seem able to get the hang of writing really Terrible Poetry, but I’m joining in anyway cos I really love this week’s prompt of a sonnet written about soup – what fun! 🙂
Snore and More
When my husband snores loud and snores long
Grating stop-and-start staccato song
Neither quiet nor gentle
It drives me quite mental
So I give him a shove – am I wrong?
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