Showing posts from February, 2019

Tomorrow It’ll Have to be Starbucks!

This weekend was Emily’s 25th Birthday. She celebrated by having some time with her friends, including completing a duathlon. We watched the race and joined her friends at Mother Works in Here East at the Olympic Park. I didn’t realise it was a vegan restaurant when I ordered a flat white!  Tomorrow It’ll Have To Be Starbucks!

Calling Mother Earth I have a big question When did the world Decide to be vegan A flat white is all I wanted What sort of milk The waitress retorted I think I’ll have skimmed We don’t have that sort Of thing here she grinned We have oat, soya and coconut What! I was confused No milk from a cow but What is the nearest to normal Oat she said now scowling The taste of my coffee now doubting Ok I’ll have that if I must But tomorrow it will have to be

We Can All Be Leaders

My friend Richard shared a video this morning of Drew Dudley’s presentation “Leading with Lollipops”. A bit of inspiration for today’s poem. 
We Can Be All Leaders! 
We can all be leaders Change peoples’ lives Change the course of destiny Little acts is all it takes To spark a stranger’s ambition To give a loved one direction Provide support and affection We can all be leaders Make a small difference A positive word Listen not be heard  Intervene or give space Explain to mistake Is not a disgrace A shoulder to cry on Someone to rely on Be a fan when they’re a winner Around when they’re a beginner We can all be leaders  Just takes an instant A solitary moment To change a life.

Empty Spaces 

Today Lesley needed to go to get some make up from Debenhams. We decided to go to The White Rose Centre. I know it’s midweek, but I am amazed that there aren’t more retailers going out of business. There was a distinct lack of footfall and shop assistants were just twiddling their fingers. 
Empty Spaces

Soulless spaces

Once vibrant places

Echoing with muzak

Shops back to back

Empty and desolate

Some closed indefinite

Gone are the kids

Disney on the skids

M&S no customers today

Not even for old biddies lingerie

Argos now apologetically sat in a corner

Awaiting a buyer like Little Jack Horner

No coffee and buns at Patisserie Valerie

The end is quickly becoming a reality

Online has finally taken its toll

On a once thriving Leeds shopping mall

A Box With No Light

Today’s poem is a metaphor for anyone who has suffered from depression. A Box With No Light. He was locked in a boxA black box with no lightHe was afraidHe could not seeHe reached outFelt the smoothness Of the sides from withinThere was a silenceBroken by him Breathing inBreathing outBreathing inBreathing outHe wanted to shout outHe needed someoneTo hear himTo help himTo set him freeHelp him to seeButThere was no oneNo one to hearHis silent screams No one to see his dreamsTurn to a quagmire of tormentOf disturbing discontentHe was resigned to a life Existing locked in a box A box with no light.

Wildest Dreams

Today’s poem was written by selecting random words from a magnetic poetry kit I bought last year. 
Wildest Dreams
A sweet symphony played on the stereo  Outside only driving rain A goddess of gorgeous beauty  Adorned in glittering diamonds  Moved in time to the gentle rhythm The language of love is never frantic Needs savouring like sweet chocolate Her blue shimmering gown sparkled in the candlelight  A delirious delight worshiped like a princess Protected from a thousand ugly screams In the fantasy world of her wildest dreams.