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  • April Showers

     

     
    April showers bring May flowers,
    That is what they say.
    But if all the showers turned to flowers,
    We’d have quite a colourful day!
  • Honeybee

    Honeybee

     

    a honeybee and her happy life

    swing and swirl in nature’s ride

    lick and lift the nectar of flowers

    feel and fight with toxic powers

    drain and drop a sweet viscous

    present a precious heaven liquor.

    © Hifsa Ashraf

     

  • I Dream A World

     

     
    I dream a world where man
    No other man will scorn,
    Where love will bless the earth
    And peace its paths adorn.
  • I'll get one tomorrow - Recommended Poem

     


     
    Barber, barber, come and get me;
    Hairy torrents irk and fret me.
    Hair and hair again appears;
    And climbs like ivy round my ears.
    Hair across my collar gambols;
    Down my neck it wayward ambles.
    Ever down it trip it tickles;
    Yes, where it trips it tickles.
  • March - A Birthday Poem - Recommended Poem

     Croci in the snow

    My child as yet unborn, the doctors nod,
    Agreeing that your first month shall be March,
    A time of year I know by heart and like
    To talk about - I, too, was born in March.
  • May

     

    Westonbirt 

    The wind is tossing the lilacs,
    The new leaves laugh in the sun,
    And the petals fall on the orchard wall,
    But for me the spring is done.
  • My Wife's a Winsome Wee Thing - Recommended Poem

    Wife 

    She is a winsome wee thing,
    She is a handsome wee thing,
    She is a lo'esome wee thing,
    This dear wee wife o' mine.
  • Silly Poems and Rhymes #84 - Bits of String

    The chief defect of Henry King
    Was chewing little bits of string.

    At last he swallowed some which tied
    Itself in ugly knots inside.

     

    Image - Bindfaden" by Daniel Schwen Licensed under CC BY-SA 4.0 via Wikimedia Commons 

  • Silly Poems and Rhymes #85 - There was a crooked man

    There was a crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
    He found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
    He bought a crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
    And they all lived together in a little, crooked house.

     

    The rhyme was first recorded by James Orchard Halliwell in the 1840s and gained popularity in the early twentieth century. Some say the town of Lavenham, with its distorted, or "crooked" buildings inspired the poem.

    Another theory is that the poem originates from the history of King Charles I of England (1600–1649): The crooked man is reputed to be the Scottish General Sir Alexander Leslie, who signed a covenant securing religious and political freedom for Scotland. The "crooked stile" in the poem is supposedly the border between England and Scotland. "They all lived together in a little crooked house" referring to the fact that the English and Scots had at last come to an agreement, despite continuing great animosity between the two countries, who nonetheless had to learn to live with each other due to their common border.

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  • Silly Poems and Rhymes #86 - Find a penny

     

    Find a penny, pick it up,
    And all day you'll have good luck.

     

    !Note - Finding a penny is considered good luck in the UK. This superstition might have arisen because in ancient times metals were believed to offer protection from evil and harmful spirits, and of course there is also the saying, money attracts money.

  • Silly Poems and Rhymes #87 - Procrastination

     

    “Procrastination is my sin.
    It brings me naught but sorrow.
    I know that I should stop it.
    In fact, I will – tomorrow!”

    Gloria Pitzer

     

    to procrastinate - 
    verb to 
    delay or postpone an action; put off doing something.
  • The Bluebell - Recommended Poem

    Bluebells 

    A fine and subtle spirit dwells
    In every little flower,
    Each one its own sweet feeling breathes
    With more or less of power.
    There is a silent eloquence
    In every wild bluebell
    That fills my softened heart with bliss
    That words could never tell.

  • Two Tramps in Mud Time - Recommended Poem

    Creative Commons - Phil Roeder 

    Out of the mud two strangers came 
    And caught me splitting wood in the yard, 
    And one of them put me off my aim 
    By hailing cheerily "Hit them hard!" 
    I knew pretty well why he had dropped behind 
    And let the other go on a way. 
    I knew pretty well what he had in mind: 
    He wanted to take my job for pay.