London underground Train Silent Code

This poem got a lot of positive feedback, when it was posted on the 17th Feb, and grabbed the attention of someone who said "They are not into poetry". Great that's exactly who I would like to reach, I think poetry is beautiful, it is a way to express yourself and get it of your chest. Poetry is therapeutic.... Well it works for me .






#15 Broken Silence (Reposted)
On the train no one speaks
Only occasionally to complain
He cleared the rubbish from the seat in front
Then said "I like your daughters bow"
It was an unexpected utterance
We said thank you, then he buried his head in his book
Yes he was right I had taken it for granted
How cheerful this bow makes you feel
We continued the journey with a contented smile
As we got up to leave he added "And she speaks well too!"
I was now smiling ear to ear
Thank you for noticing
The efforts we have made
To get her here

Where Poetry Belongs

This Poem was posted on 14th February yes also known as Valentines day.  This is where poems belong, or maybe the time of year where us as adults encounter poems/ rhymes from the over priced valentines card with a corny limerick or a more in-depth mammoth of a poem declaring nothing but true love .  So on this date I posted not 1 not 2 yes 3 poems, they all were received well.

This one I like the most it's something most Women would like to have happen on a more regular basis






#12 Hold My Hand

He held my hand to cross the road

He holds my hand when we enter a club

This means so much to me as this is the sign of love

Never just as we walk down the road or we are shopping at Tesco's

He buys me flowers at valentines chocolates, card and a rose

But how I wish he would hold my hand then the world will know

I am his woman and how I love him so.

A Cold Spell

The temperature suddenly plummeted after Christmas, we had gone shopping as a family, we were ill prepared.  Myself and my youngest daughter composed a poem about how cold we felt, as we sat on top of a bus.  Dad meanwhile was not showing no real interest in our bus entertainment,  till he chirped in with the line about huddling at bus stops like penguins very impressive if you've seen happy feet as many times as we had seen happy feet then it all make sense.  The Male penguins were left to look after the eggs as the mothers went off to get food .  They are waiting for the world to turn.....

#3 One day I woke up

One day I woke up and I was blue
Not a melancholy scenario just an icy cold
We would huddle at bus stops like penguins
Waiting for the world to turn
We would discuss the cold at length
We all agreed we had enough
And like an X this cold had to go
The following day it would seem
The cold was more sensitive then we knew
Through the night it had snowed
Now we were no longer blue
Everything like a blanket was now white