My dog Jake

My dog

My dog jake
Is a jake dog
Ball catcher
Cat chaser
Sun sleeper
Lap sitter
Wave biter
Spider sniffer
Stick chewer
Tail whipper
Ice cream licker
Sock burier
Water lapper
Seal swimmer
Rabbit fetcher
My dog jake
Is a jake dog

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Steps

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Steps stretch high in the air

Two dragon feet waot at the bottom

Covered in gold, twinkle in the light

I must raise the energy to tackle the steps

Each one taken slowly in the midday sun

People stop, take breath, look upwards

I fill my lungs with air

Steadily move forwards

My legs ache, my heart beats rapidly

The end is in sight

The temple looks down on me

The dragons face smiles

Encrusted in tiny golden mirrors

Brightly coloured glass

Small ceramic tiles

They capture the sun

Reflecting the light, Shining brightly

I look down the steps,

Such a long distance

And wonder, will it be MacDonald’s for tea?

 

 

 

Daisy oh daisy

 

Green clings to the gourd
Sun shines down on the green
Tiny balls burst upwards
Delicate white petals
Slowly unfold
Quiet is the sir
Warm is the sun
Green balls slowly unfold
Delicate white petals uncurl
Opening gently
Encircling bright yellow head
Softly the nod in the breeze
Warm is the air
Bright is the sun
The daisy reminds us
Summer has sprung

Tritina for a holiday

Morning sun rises in the sky

Vapour trails linger uniquely

Picture perfect, in a magazine

 

Flicking pages of a magazine

Each holiday unfolds uniquely

Midday sun is high in the sky

 

Silver lined dark clouds appear uniquely

Closing the pages of the magazine

Above me the sun leaves the sky

 

And darkness floats down uniquely

The cruellest month

 

There is no tease to February

Long nights, Short days,

Deep grey clouds, blanket the sky

Icy cold winds, bringing snow and hail

Sun is hidden, almost forgotten

Snowdrops fight to emerge

From the hard dark ground

Icy air hangs, still no movement

Warmth had long been forgotten.

February makes no apologies

It does not promise warmth or light

It does not promise bursting flowers

It does promise the hopes of spring

February may be the cruellest month

but its full of honesty.

Portrait

 

          

So Napowrimo has started once again. Im off to a bit of a slow start. Here is today’s poem, and hopefully there will be one every day until the end of April

 

One Perfect

Looking through a lens

The world condensed

His finger poised

Waiting for that moment

For one perfect picture

 

 

Trolley pulled in the midday sun

Selecting one club for a shot

Hovering above the ball

Waiting for the green to clear

For one perfect shot

Ghost Walk

As the sun went down

And darkness approached

We waited with baited breath

Then out of the shadows, A man appeared

Dressed in Edwardian clothes.

Top hat and cloak

a cane in one hand

.

A medieval city, haunted with charm

As he started his curious tales,

With a whisper of caution,

And an evil laugh

The story starts to unfold.

We strain to hear his words.

We look for ghosts in silence

.

Quietly walking through cobbled streets

Straining to see in the dark

Mist rises up from the ground

A eerie silence rests upon us

We stop by a vacant shop

And in the window a flickering light

A blood curdling sound from above

.

Heart beating fast, holding my breath

A cold damp feeling touches my neck

Sends shivers down my spine

As I peer through my fingers

The shadows dance around

In the flaming light

I wonder what is next

.

Then the wickedest of laughs

Resonates through my head

As the flickering flame disappears

And out of the shadows steps

Our guide with a smile and says

There no ghosts here tonight.