We've got a little wiener dog
( the kind that's shaped just like a log )
he's friendly and a wee bit sassy
too bad for us he's also gassy

Perhaps it's too much human food
that sets his digestion to brood
well, whatever the cause is
when it turns loose, gee whiz

Our white walls once so mellow
from his methane are turning yellow
and it won't be long , I feel
before his gas makes the paint peel

long time

wind knocks my windows
pleasing rattle in time
tickling syncopated thoughts
flaunting flirtatiously in
synaptic space

following daisy chain
melodies --
playing while cat
cleans its paws

Siamese voice refrains
guttural without question
asking none

but scratch just behind the
ears

Earth meets sunlight once
again
thing called a new day
begins its tick away tempo

metronome flurry
sound quails at immensity
of it all

A Lovely Piece

Others will read
This lovely piece
Only if you read theirs
It’s like give and take
And
Then we rake
Make, so many friends
And
Compose some poems,
We love,
Others to the garbage bins,
We dispose.
Love is all in the air,
Don’t blankly stare,
For other poets do care.
To appreciate a brethren
In this world today
Tis rare
So love do share,
And
Now go
Take some fresh air.

"SO PRETTY WINTER"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 6th January 2011.

The trees are so pretty where snow falls,
there blooming, on leaves they're quite big,
on sticks made of silver each twig.

The bark now so dark,
now halved by the stark white down,
asleep half asleep in its gown.
their presence enhancing the town.

The row of parked bikes
with new cushions that melt in the sun,
so smooth every one.

It’s raining so hard outside
and the wind is blowing too
As I look out of the window
the dark clouds spoil my view.

I’m feeling a little bit bored
wondering what I can do.
So with my pen, I’m trying
to write a word or two.

I’d like to write a little poem
but I don’t know how to start.
I could write about the weather
or just something from the heart.

Maybe I should try really hard
to make my poem rhyme.
But that could be rather difficult
it could take me quite some time.

Somewhere a heart is breaking
as a young girl is left all alone.
Friends call round to comfort her
as she sits there by her phone.
She’s just waiting there for him
in the hope that it’s not goodbye
But he’s not coming home again
he’s leaving her there to cry.

flare of albino sun
the cold flask
ablaze

drowsy comes
the glitter

all the brave new
moves
like paper
in the empty falls
like fingerprints
on rain stained halls

how you move me
in the cold
mystery of
enthrall

Nothing left but an old well
just off a dim road overgrown
to hint where others used to dwell
and tend the crops that they had sown

Where once fields grew and a home stood
this hole is all that's left
all overcome by hoary wood
of all but wanderers bereft

Whose forefathers worked this land
such a long, long time ago ?
where the tall pine trees now stand
I guess I'll never know

My Ring Finger

The fingers I see,
Long, pointed and soft,
As a lotus flowers,
Distant memory fades
It graces the face
The fingers once did trace,
As it leaves a churning
Whirl in me

I look beyond my window
Many passers by I see
Who perhaps have yet to do?
Many a chores that await me

The fourth finger
A remembrance of the love
Then so pure
Now in eyes a tear
A quivering sore

Flowers feed on the rain
and I lean on your name
sunshine warm the earth
my heart burning with thirst

Twilight dances with the moon
and I wanna dance with you
rainbows form in my heart
my heart rain from the start