If this is true, I once was told, you go there when you die./ I want the little stars at night, to be peep-holes in the sky / This means …
A few years ago, I became very ill. I had 2 very young little girls and feared they would not remember me if the worst happened. I started writing a journal to them, all about myself. With everything I loved, from movies to my favourite perfume. But I wanted them to know, that if the worst did happen. That I would always be there for them and wanted to give them a feeling of me always being there with them. I wrote this poem in a child-like way and tried not to make it sad, but more like a nursery rhyme.
What care I, in knickers of red? / I’ll give him breakfast tea in bed. / Hibble hobble hibble, hibbledie head.
A friend challenged me to write a passionate nursery rhyme and so I became fascinated with the idea of writing a poem with clear and simple theme (primary colours, clothes), nonsense words for the sheer joy of the playful feel of them on the tongue, and the motif of three (a magic number – every child knows about magic!) and applied that to the number of lines per stanza. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I had fun writing it !
Peep into the nursery bright, children are at play. / Little girl with ribboned hair starts another day. / Cuddles her favourite doll dress…
What Harold Dumpty brought to us all :-)
A story of a group of childhood friends
I will have justice!
A woman lashes out against injustice
Mary had a little lamb, / its feet were painted blue.
;) a bit of silly… dredged up from the archives. Hope you get a smile :))
Perfection surrounds us all. / From this height we shall not fall.
Here’s a little bit of a twisted nursery rhyme.
Nepal is uniquely positioned in the world map with 6 Phyto-geographical regions and 10 bio climatic zones that provide a habitat for 7183…
It all begins in a nursery. It all begins when all the baby boys are stolen and taken away to learn how to live life by dying.
This is the story of a man who lives his lives on San Franciscan docks, asking people if they know where to find happiness.
Deemed it death by misadventure, / No one present dared to venture. / Theories spoke in voices hushed,
Part one of the Nursery Crime saga
The screams of children, the shouts of adults, the silent ticking of the clock. As the seconds tick down until 5 o’clock, panic sets in. ...
Another piece of coursework by myself. It was only a practise but I was really happy with it. The whole class was given the same topic and we all had to do descriptive writing. Mine was read out to the class by the teacher who then told me the mark I would get for it. I was shocked when she said I would get an A.
This is a letter I sent to my employer. I am a caregiver for her mother who has Alzheimer’s. Her mother has been living with her for a…
“Stop that scratching!” she yelled, / As the dog was trying to say something
Just what happened leading up to Mother Hubbard finding the cupboard bare?
I sat upon a stone cold wall / Where once an egg did sit
If Humpty Dumpty had looked first, he would have seen me there and we could have avoided that whole mess…..
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