End not your minstrel days in quiet repose, But play your music still, strong from the heart, And as a poet sings out his melodious…
Comments closedEnd not your minstrel days in quiet repose, But play your music still, strong from the heart, And as a poet sings out his melodious…
Comments closedThis chap, had a cap Pulled down over his face. This was in case, The rains, refrain, Touched his skin, And dripped off his chin.…
Comments closedBranches reaching to the sky, ‘climb up’, says I, up high where I can spy that luscious guy who’s caught my eye. He is nearby…
Comments closed‘Two heads are better than one’, they say, As long as you both agree, And ‘Too many cooks can spoil the broth’, If they argue…
Comments closedI so want to write, but try as I might, the words don’t come, this mind’s an empty drum. Cells remain shut tight, ideas won’t…
Comments closedMe – I could be a Movie Star, Keep all my facelifts in a jar, And use them when ‘things’ Start to droop, in my…
Comments closed‘Come into the Church’, the Minister said, ‘Otherwise you’ll be standing in the flowerbed Because, outside there is really no space, It’s filled seemingly by…
Comments closedStreet lights shine gently onto the snow, An eerie sight, this midnight glow. Rows of dustbins standing aloof, Pigeons ranging along the roof Of a…
Comments closedWhat is over the hill, I’ve always wondered and I wonder still. Are there fields of meadows sweet, Or forests for the eye to greet,…
Comments closedWhy is it that so often, the poems you try to write, Only come into your mind in the middle of the night, Suddenly, a…
Comments closedEach day finds me in the spotlight up above my mirror hung. Revealing all my blemishes, which can stop me looking young. The jaw line…
Comments closedWho is the young man, who stands at the dawn of the day, And views the world with a frivolous outlook, and with ease, He…
Comments closedThe rhythmic crunch of the marching feet, Down the cobbled roads in the summer heat. Soldiers in serge, so ready and willing, Carriages on trains,…
Comments closedCould someone please stop pressing the enter key ? ? ? Oh!!!!! That’s much better, thank you very much! Copyright: Ernestine Northover
Comments closedThe cries of the world travel down through the ages, Echoing out into the vastness of time. History repeating itself on life’s pages, Continuous circles,…
Comments closedStradivarius Symphony of violins Stringing me along Cabinet making Furniture by Chippendale It needs a stripper Misunderstanding No that wasn’t what I said Wrong end…
Comments closedOh Sea, Why do you deliberately pound the rocks along the bay, Sending showers of white foam up in a cascade of spray, Can you…
Comments closedSteep hills stretch off into the distance, blue, a wide expanse of valley in between. Hawks are hovering in the sparkling sky, and glide so…
Comments closedWhen summer evenings are nice and hot, The thing to do is find a spot, Where a barbecue can be set up, So everyone can…
Comments closedThey are two smart ladies, in a café, drinking tea, Both chattering away so fast, and so very merrily, They had obviously, to my mind,…
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