Poetry has long been a passsion. A way of getting in touch with language. A way to play with words and there are some wonderful words out there! A way to commit feelings to paper conveying emotion in a form like no other. Poems can be humorous, rhyming, free verse, structured as in the case of a sonnet, purely playful or with metaphorical intent. There are oh so many ways to write a poem, and for oh so many people of all ages to enjoy. My poetry is a mixture of these things written from the heart and the head, for the young and not so young. I hope you will take a look at the examples below and if you like them buy my collections.

Musings of a Madwoman


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When all around you turns to dust and stones
When things begin to crumble under feet,
When cracks appear within your very bones,
And rubble makes of all those spent life beats.
Know then that life is hard and does not bend.
Its rigors shake the firmament at hand
And tremors signify the coming of the end,
An end in which no concrete hearts will stand.
Dream temples built are fragile homage tombs,
With space to live and run their useful course,
For all those hopes in wistful endless rooms,
Collapse should have no quaking, loss, remorse.
Take heed and build your castles in the air
Do not despair for happiness lies there.
To My Love

When my life collapsed
It yawed and tilted,
broke free from its moorings,
and sailed bubble like,
Across a maelstrom
Of uncharted waters.
No pilots to guide me
Beacons to home me
Anchors to tie me, or
Harbours to hide me.

My mind shipwrecked
Lost and at sea,
wishing for that port in a storm.
Then on the horizon
came you.
My lifeboat.

Taken from Musings of a Madwoman

Little Treasures

Poems for Children.

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Little Treasure

“She’s a little treasure”
I remember it quite well.
My sister with her open smile
Fluttering her long eyelashes
charming those around her.

I was never a treasure
More an unwanted ornament
To be placed in the corner
Just in case Granny came
And asked where it was.

I tried hard, worked hard
Did as I was told.
My sister was naughty
According to them had “a little bit of spirit”
and “never meant any harm.”

I craved affection
She got it
I gave love freely
She took it
I didn’t know how I could change it.

One day my sister tried swimming
in the big pond down the hill.
She could be there still
If I hadn’t dived in and saved her.
I was loved from that day onwards
By them, but most of all
By my little sister!

Taken from: Little Treasures (Poems for children)

Hobnobbing with the Hoi Polloi

A mixture of poems for all ages

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 Hobnobbing with the Hoi Polloi
 It was a long time ago now for you and for me
 The Queen went camping to Frinton On Sea
 She needed some down time a bit of peace
 The endless engagements just had to cease
 So packing her stuff in the back of a car 
 she crept out in darkness with a tank of four star 
 they’ll have a surprise when they find I am gone
 but I’ll be ok, I wont be very long
 A couple of days by myself, take a break
 A new woman of me it will surely make
 I’ll get to meet people all honest and true
 Watch them discreetly so I know what to do. 
 She set up her tent in the middle of the night
 Not terribly well t’was a bit of a sight
 But well… bless her heart she did her best
 To make it look like all the rest
 Then she plumped her pillows, lay down her head
 And happily, dreamily went to bed. 
 Next morning the day dawned sunny and warm
 The queen sat outside and stretched and yawned
 She looked at the sea and the sandy beaches
 The nature reserve and the lower reaches
 She sighed this really was a lovely spot 
 for forgetting all the troubles she’d got
 She watched the people walking by 
 and as they went past she shouted Hi! 
 Would anyone like to sit with me 
 And have a lovely cup of tea?
 Well no one answered for a while
 The queen waved to them all and then did smile.
 My granddad stopped, looked down and said
 It would be nice to wet his ‘ead.
 The queen was not too certain ‘bout that
 But placed a cushion, my grandad sat.
 They discussed the weather and racing odds
 The jockeys and the trainer bods
 the queen said she would like a flutter 
 My granddad said she must be a nutter
 To waste her money on that poor nag
 The queen dipped into a black handbag
 Bet you she wins and she looked at him hard
 Here’s a fiver says yours doesn’t get out the yard.
 Grandad was wary this woman seemed scary
 So he looked at her once, twice, again
 He screwed up his eyes then widened surprised
 I know who it is he said
 Has anyone told you…..oh my… golly gosh
 It’s the image you are of the queen
 I know that she said and nodded her head 
 Now do you take sugar or cream? 

Taken from Hobnibbing with the Hoi Polloi

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