Poetry

My Winter Rose

Why did you come when the trees were bare?
Why did you come with the wintry air?
When the faint note dies in the robin’s throat,
And the gables drip and the white flakes float?

What a strange, strange season to choose to come,
When the heavens are blind and the earth is dumb:
When nought is left living to dirge the dead,
And even the snowdrop keeps its bed
!

Could you not come when woods are green?
Could you not come when lambs are seen?
When the primrose laughs from its childlike sleep,
And the violets hide and the bluebells peep?

When the air as your breath is sweet, and skies
Have all but the soul of your limpid eyes,
And the year, growing confident day by day,
Weans lusty June from the breast of May?

Yet had you come then, the lark had lent
In vain his music, the thorn its scent,
In vain the woodbine budded, in vain
The rippling smile of the April rain.

Your voice would have silenced merle and thrush,
And the rose outbloomed would have blushed to blush,
And Summer, seeing you, paused, and known
That the glow of your beauty outshone its own.

So, timely you came, and well you chose,
You came when most needed, my winter rose.
From the snow I pluck you, and fondly press
Your leaves ‘twixt the leaves of my leaflessness.

Alfred Austin (1835 – 1913)

An English poet and journalist who succeeded Alfred, Lord Tennyson, as poet laureate. His acerbic criticism and jingoistic verse in the 1870s led Robert Browning to dismiss him as a “Banjo-Byron,” and his appointment to the laureateship in 1896 was much mocked. He also published a series of stiff verse dramas, some novels, and a good deal of lyrical but very minor nature poetry. A patriotic poet of the most confident phase of the British Empire, his work lacked the resonance of Rudyard Kipling’s. (Annotated biography courtesy of Encyclopedia Britannica, with edits.)

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From A Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by.

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And there is the green for stringing the daisies!
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill and there is a river:
Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

Robert Louis Stevenson  1885

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I Never Saw Kittens Before

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My life was so busy with work and family
Children and pets, shopping and play
Cleaning, and doing work for the manly
Not a free moment, not for me any day
~*~
My children had many pets over the years
Pigs and a pony, ducks and chickens
Little dogs, big dogs, a rabbit with floppy ears
Cats and kittens, some with paws like mittens
~*~
Now I’m old and retired and living alone
It’s so quiet and lonely, just me in my home
So I’ll get a cat, or a kitten might better do
It won’t be exciting, but least there’ll be two
~*~
Oh, what I’ve been missing, it’s amazing to me
So much fun, so much laughter, so much energy
And then the quiet moments, curled up in a ball
On the couch, the bed, my slippers left in the hall
~*~
I marvel and wonder upon this little creature
As she sleeps I gaze upon her every feature
Little pink pads on the bottom of her paws
And a tiny pink nose, I believe she has no flaws
~*~
The most magic moments are at night when in bed
Her warm little body lying cross the top of my head
The soft sound of purring tells of no fear ever to be
Oh, what I’ve been missing, it’s amazing to me
**
Eileen “2001
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Why Red

Red bloodshot in his eyes
Drinking too much red wine
Wife peeking through the blinds
While he stumbles into the vines

Red roses were sent to me
No card or note that I can see
Who sent them I’ll have to find
Or else I’ll go out of my mind

Clown cycling with a big red nose
Children laughing sitting in rows
Outstanding trainer with just a tap
Gets elephant dancing wearing a cap

Red is a favorite color of mine
Not just because I can make it rhyme
You’ll never guess, I do dare
It’s cause my boyfriend has red hair!

Eileen Clark 2016

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My Great Grandchildren

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Grandchild’s Hand

The promise of tomorrow
And the hope of dreams come true…
A reminder of the childhood
That’s still a part of you…

The wonder of a miracle
From which this love began…
There is so much found in the touch
Of holding a grandchild’s hand.

~ Author Unknown ~

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A cup of tea

A cup of tea for you and me Is truly something special

Enjoy the time the morning shine Or afternoon splendor
Something’s in life are meant to be so simple with much pleasure
So enjoy your time and drink your tea and think of something special!
American Poet Scott Michael Pinto

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~ Yesterday ~

Radio 1940

  Yesterday

*

Good news more often across the air waves,

Men and women were honest, strong and brave.

Happy children with grubby little faces,

Family grocery shops in so many places.

*

 Pickles and relishes in the pantry canned

Life at that time seemed ever so grand.

Pies and breads on the windows to cool,

love and kindness was the golden rule.

*

Aprons on dresses to keep them clean,

Every back door open with a wooden screen.

Young folks today will never experience,

That life’s pureness, calmness, and innocents.

*

Some of the older know just what I mean,

Not again will we live in this quaint little world,

Only by walking along in our memories dream.

Then back to reality we are quickly hurled.

But wait just a minute, please open your eyes,

You will see this wonderful life again in Paradise!

*

Eileen 2014

Cooling bread

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Waiting for Spring

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Waiting for Spring { Just a little humor }
 
I’m waiting for Spring and other nice things,
Are’t you?
I’m waiting for warmer weather,
I’m waiting for little things with feathers.
I’m waiting for those pretty little spotted eggs,
For those little creatures with tiny stick legs,
Aren’t you?
 
Eileen
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Rain

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                                            ~ Rain ~
It’s pouring down rain, big puddles on the street
School is out, at the bus stop the kids all meet
The girls have red capes and carry umbrella’s
Black boots and raincoats are worn by the fella’s
At home I’ll change into my PJ’s made of silk
Then Mom will give me some cookies and milk
by Eileen
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Come Walk With Me

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The road to poetry is long and cool, refreshing and beautiful. Come walk with me down that road. Come with your cup of tea or coffee and visit with me . You will see that it is good for the whole family and the best yet is that it is free, come, come walk with me.

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