WINTERTIME
Windblown leaves thick on the ground
In several layers wrapped
Nature’s gone full circle now
The year’s energy is sapped
Each December, at this time
Resolve to be of good cheer
Trust Mother Nature plays her part
In time, spring will reappear
Make restful days with loved ones perfect
Endings to every year
Hope you enjoy our weekly poem, it's another example of what we can do!
Friday, 27 November 2009
special wordybirdies Weekly Poem coming later
...oh yes indeed! Hope last week's didn't make you think "there's just too much to do - let's cancel Christmas!" - rather, we hope it made you think "wa-hey! the festive season is upon us - let's go out and have fun while we shop and cook and celebrate!"
off to look at some baby reindeer later - well, it is the time of year for it - and it's an event in aid of our local hospice too, so should be great all round.
hoping to have a poetic time!
off to look at some baby reindeer later - well, it is the time of year for it - and it's an event in aid of our local hospice too, so should be great all round.
hoping to have a poetic time!
Friday, 20 November 2009
the wordybirdies Weekly Poem for 20th November 2009
SEASONAL CHEER…
If for one moment you were in doubt
We’ve news for you: the secret’s out,
The festive season’s now begun,
The headlong rush to get it done.
Each year we say that we won’t do it
But yet again, you know, we blew it
‘Though we’re still only in November
It might as well be mid-December,
For we clearly just cannot resist
The lure of the massive Christmas list:
Presents to buy, the pudding to make,
Deciding on which Christmas cake,
Letters to Santa that must be posted,
Parties planned that must be hosted,
And then of course what type of tree –
Real or fake – which will it be?
Who’ll be there for Christmas dinner?
How in four weeks can we get thinner?
Is it a good time to go on the wagon
While buying champagne by the flagon?
Things to wrap, things to post,
Picking the size of bird to roast.
Which carol service, which Nativity?
Each night one more festivity.
There’s more than a month left to go
The town already has a festive glow,
The streets hung with illuminations,
The start of office celebrations.
Bah Humbug ! frankly just won't work
These are duties you cannot shirk
There’s no point fighting it at all-
So get stuck in – and have a ball!
If for one moment you were in doubt
We’ve news for you: the secret’s out,
The festive season’s now begun,
The headlong rush to get it done.
Each year we say that we won’t do it
But yet again, you know, we blew it
‘Though we’re still only in November
It might as well be mid-December,
For we clearly just cannot resist
The lure of the massive Christmas list:
Presents to buy, the pudding to make,
Deciding on which Christmas cake,
Letters to Santa that must be posted,
Parties planned that must be hosted,
And then of course what type of tree –
Real or fake – which will it be?
Who’ll be there for Christmas dinner?
How in four weeks can we get thinner?
Is it a good time to go on the wagon
While buying champagne by the flagon?
Things to wrap, things to post,
Picking the size of bird to roast.
Which carol service, which Nativity?
Each night one more festivity.
There’s more than a month left to go
The town already has a festive glow,
The streets hung with illuminations,
The start of office celebrations.
Bah Humbug ! frankly just won't work
These are duties you cannot shirk
There’s no point fighting it at all-
So get stuck in – and have a ball!
Friday, 13 November 2009
Friday 13th November 2009
Superstitions
These sayings abound - and most people know
That under a ladder you never should go,
It’s right ear for spite, left ear for love,
You’ll have good luck if you pick up a glove.
Carry a charm - a rabbit’s foot’s best -
Wait ‘til June before you take off your vest!
To avoid warts stay away from a toad,
Keep off the cracks as you walk down the road.
When moving house buy yourself a new broom,
A broken mirror brings seven years’ gloom,
Throw a pinch of salt over your left shoulder,
Those with warm hearts have hands that are colder .
Don’t use your scissors on New Year’s Day,
An itchy palm says cash on the way,
Wearing new clothes at Easter’s the right thing to do,
And shooting star wishes, they always come true.
What of these phrases that we often repeat
Hoping a tall, handsome stranger we’ll meet?
Should we desist – I’m not sure that we could --
We think we’ll play safe and keep on touching wood!
These sayings abound - and most people know
That under a ladder you never should go,
It’s right ear for spite, left ear for love,
You’ll have good luck if you pick up a glove.
Carry a charm - a rabbit’s foot’s best -
Wait ‘til June before you take off your vest!
To avoid warts stay away from a toad,
Keep off the cracks as you walk down the road.
When moving house buy yourself a new broom,
A broken mirror brings seven years’ gloom,
Throw a pinch of salt over your left shoulder,
Those with warm hearts have hands that are colder .
Don’t use your scissors on New Year’s Day,
An itchy palm says cash on the way,
Wearing new clothes at Easter’s the right thing to do,
And shooting star wishes, they always come true.
What of these phrases that we often repeat
Hoping a tall, handsome stranger we’ll meet?
Should we desist – I’m not sure that we could --
We think we’ll play safe and keep on touching wood!
Friday, 6 November 2009
the Weekly Poem for November 6 2009
PAUSE
Wherever you are on Wednesday next
At eleven when the sirens sound
Put down the coffee, hold off the text,
Stop and stand and hold your ground.
For this is when in Remembrance Week
We all need to be silent and still,
Not to text nor e-mail nor call nor speak
But let the names and memories fill
The November air that settles around
Us all - civilian, soldier, child –
As we remember without a sound
The lives of millions by war defiled.
In those two minutes let your thought
Drift to names and places heard
Of battles, and of those who fought -
Remember them without a word.
Think of those whose lives were lost
In defence of a greater cause,
Whose devotion had a heavy cost.
The least you owe - this tiny pause.
Make this gap in your busy day
Time to reflect on why they died.
They died in the hope of a better way,
So pause – and wear your poppy with pride.
Wherever you are on Wednesday next
At eleven when the sirens sound
Put down the coffee, hold off the text,
Stop and stand and hold your ground.
For this is when in Remembrance Week
We all need to be silent and still,
Not to text nor e-mail nor call nor speak
But let the names and memories fill
The November air that settles around
Us all - civilian, soldier, child –
As we remember without a sound
The lives of millions by war defiled.
In those two minutes let your thought
Drift to names and places heard
Of battles, and of those who fought -
Remember them without a word.
Think of those whose lives were lost
In defence of a greater cause,
Whose devotion had a heavy cost.
The least you owe - this tiny pause.
Make this gap in your busy day
Time to reflect on why they died.
They died in the hope of a better way,
So pause – and wear your poppy with pride.
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