30th April
Thought I'd just do the last day of napowrimo . The prompt : to write a poem about something that happens again and again...
I Can't Help it
It's only with the bathroom
The rest of the house I clean once a week
Or if it gets dirty and needs it, a bit more often maybe,
But the bathroom I do every day
The changing of sheets I can leave for a fortnight,
And the oven gets done when it's grimy
Sometimes the food is baked on and crusty,
But the bathroom I do every day
Well no, that not quite true, I'll not lie
The bathroom I do at least ten times a day.
It pops into my mind the moment I wake
And I have to get up there and then
Whether it's five or six or, if I'm lucky,
Nearer to seven - doesn't matter when
I just have to get at it
It's a compulsion, you see.
I scrub and I spray and I polish
Till everything gleams and I'm happy
Then, even when no one's been in it at all
And only an hour's gone by
I'm back and I start all over again
I can't resist though I try.
Welcome to my blog. Grams is the name my first grandson gave me and it's stuck. My great loves: My husband, our nine children, twenty five grandchildren, four great grandchildren, my Faith, writing- prose and poetry - and travelling , especially in our camper. My posts are eclectic and I appreciate getting comments. So, please feel free to comment or offer advice on what you would like to to see more of.
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Sunday, April 30, 2017
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Fantastical
29th October 2016
Day 24
Day 24
Fantastical
The clocks go back tonight
You get an extra hour in bed
More time for fantastical dreams
To swim around your head
More time for fantastical dreams
To swim around your head
But if you've a baby in your house
The hour won't be for you
The little one will wake at the time
His body clock tells him to.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Haunted House
Thank you to all my followers...
As Anna-Marie is visiting today I thought I'd look back to the poem that she did that I posted on my blog in June. She is very talented both with words and visual art ( drawing and painting in particular..
This lovely picture and poem from Anna Marie, my grandaughter. Fabulous...
I looked on your blog Grams and your poems are very long so I thought
I would add a little more to my poem all is the same I just added
a bit more .... Here you go
Haunted House
the derelict building standing still,
being taken over by an army of tall grass,
crumbling away on the tall geriatric hill,
growing old very fast,
the Robertson house is its name,
located in alton,
it is no haunted game ,
it's amazing time is being shortened,
it is not very important but used to be,
the main attraction on earth is he.
will you dare enter the building?
even though it is slightly tilting,
cracked windows ,
blood stains,
blood pumping through your veins!
the old mental asylum,
on the top of the hill,
with vengeful ghosts ready to kill...
-Anna-Marie Elizabeth Pasquet green
( Aged 11)
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