An English Autumn Sunday

Went it well, the Sunday time
Or did it leave you jaded?
Are you glad
Or rather sad
Now summertime has faded?

Stately homes with bolted gates
Enhance the desolation,
The ticks and tocks
Of Georgian clocks
Resound in isolation.

Rusty weather vanes that spin
And colder days to tackle,
A gusty spell
Directs the smell
Of bonfires as they crackle.

Went it well, the Sunday time?
To autumn I'm beholden;
On Sunday she
Revealed to me
A canvas red and golden.


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Start now ! I'll write one if it makes you feel better

I know the feeling very well - sort of discombobulated

Ey oop Ruth There are no hard and fast rules - but personally I feel it's a bit early, what with all the shallow Xmas ads on telly I'm sure December will see some entertaining Crimbo poems here

Lovely Mr M.

I try to find a positive in all the seasons otherwise it would be jaded for most of the year.

I'm off to Longleat next week for a few days, I'm hoping the gates aren't bolted

Bah humbug

Ok, I've changed my mind - let the Crimble floodgates open

Enjoy Longleat BB

I've changed my mind now. Yes it's a bit early

OOOOOOOOOOO ....... yes please DO BB

I LOVE your stuff ........ (should I call it 'stuff' I wonder?)

Christmas Fairies


Peer into the Christmas tree and see the world inside
It’s filled with festive fairies, wrapping presents for Yuletide
The coloured lights are glowing, as fires in their grates
They keep the fairies warm at night, when ice is at their gates

Look deep into the branches and watch the bauble swings
The fairies leap upon the orbs and flutter tiny wings
And if you listen quietly , you’ll hear their tinkle laughter
Glassy globes their fun fairs, that’s why they're twirling after

If you whisper a small greeting and close your eyes so tight
You’ll sometimes hear them answer, as they chatter in the night
But you’ll never find you’ll catch one, for soon as you go near
They melt away to fairy dust , like glitter they appear.

Once finished all their presents, the fairies can now rest
They curl up in the pine cones, till next years Christmas fest
So be careful how you store them, for if you want all wrapping
Remember where the fairies hide, deep in the kernels napping.


Off you go now Bobbysmom . The floodgates are open ! 🎅

Oh BB that is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO cute

I got all Christmassy when reading it ..... dunno if I've said this before but you do knock out a cracking poem

Is he here yet?

I know Crimble's coming,
and Santa's on his way,
Coz I looked out the window
It's freakin' FREEZING today !!!

LOVE IT

I'm never sad at the change of seasons ... it just so happens winter is my fave

Must be something to do with being born in mid-winter

I've no time to read them but I notice some Xmas odes have been delivered early The computers are out of action until Monday, so I'll catch up then

Take care my friends

A poem a day
Keeps stagnation at bay

ODE

Just knocking out a little ode.
Once read you'll see it showed
lots of rhyming overload!
Because today it snowed
...................... a shedload.
Goodness! I was frozen toed
and my cold nose glowed.
The lawn wasn't mowed
obviously, because it snowed.
Then down the rain flowed,
and the freezing wind blowed
while I struggled and carried a load
of chocolate that was marshmallowed.
I got them today because I was owed
a treat from my friend Sally Spode.
Indigestion soon followed
eating the sweets from Sally Spode.
I thought " Well I'm blowed"
that was no treat from Spode!
Did I say it snowed?




Hope y'all can forgive me but I'm posting this simply because it took me AGES to write ................ but it's the WORST thing EVER




God loves a trier

Yes it blinking well is !!

I don't think Santa should go on a diet, he needs his layers to keep him warm

Santa’s getting fatter, he struggles on the sleigh
The reindeers are all moaning, they can hardly pull away
So on a diet set he, no Christmas cake or pies
The elves made him a step machine
To reduce his chunky thighs.

But when poor Father Christmas, began first day of fast
He couldn’t bare to contemplate past trifle was his last
He snook into the pantry and gobbled down some cake
He followed that with muffins
The elves did often bake

The reindeers caught him at it
He’d emptied all the plates
Said Rudolf not to worry
We’ll just start lifting weights.

Thanks for saying so . Glad it got you in the mood

I love all the snow
Well done for the go
It ain't easy you know
To write about snow


Now ^ is the worst thing ever, so you are off the hook

It's very good of you to step into the breach there BB

But I JUST read that ghastly thing I wrote again ....
Lets be completely honest ............... there just ISN'T anything worse

It must have been hard finding so many words that rhyme with 'ode'

No, the reindeers are on strike again

The greedy git

What a lovely fairified Xmas poem BB

Journeyman

I want to study walls
And find the early scrawls
Portraying things
That happened at the start,
To see the first outpouring,
The genesis of drawing
In caves where man
Left meaning in his art.

With gulls I long to glide
Above an ocean tide,
Amid the roar
I'd soar with them on high,
I yearn to fly with swallows,
Investigating hollows
Of emptiness
Across a windswept sky.

I want to dig a heath
And burrow far beneath
The earth to stare
At crevices and leap
Volcanic sulphur gorges,
A journey to forges
Where molten burns
The core intense and deep.


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