Poem for the Day - First Sight of Spring by John Clare

Posted: 13 March 2018


The hazel-blooms, in threads of crimson hue,
Peep through the swelling buds, foretelling Spring,
Ere yet a white-thorn leaf appears in view,
Or March finds throstles pleased enough to sing.
To the old touchwood tree woodpeckers cling
A moment, and their harsh-toned notes renew ;
In happier mood, the stockdove claps his wing;
The squirrel sputters up the powdered oak,
With tail cocked o’er his head, and ears erect,
Startled to hear the woodman’s understroke;
And with the courage which his fears collect,
He hisses fierce half malice, and half glee,
Leaping from branch to branch about the tree,
In winter’s foliage, moss and lichens, deckt. 


Poem for the Day - The Pig by Anonymous

Posted: 12 March 2018

Poem for the Day 

It was an evening in November,
As I very well remember,
I was strolling down the street in drunken pride,
But my knees were all a-flutter,
And I landed in the gutter
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.

Yes, I lay there in the gutter
Thinking thoughts I could not utter,
When a colleen passing by did softly say
‘You can tell a man who boozes
By the company he chooses’—
And the pig got up and slowly walked away.

The Pig

Poem for the Day - Let Me Be The Pickle In Your Cheese And Pickle Sandwich by Bill Adair

Posted: 10 March 2018

Poem for the Day
Following on from yesterday’s rather cheesy poem.

Let me be the pickle in your cheese and pickle sandwich,Let me be the butter on your toast.
Let me be the dressing that you season all your food with,Let me be the taste you love the most.

Let me be the drizzle in the lemon cake you’re baking,
Let me be your favourite type of brie.
Let me be the brandy that ignites your Christmas pudding,Let me be the cream in your cream tea.

Let me be the sherry that you pour into your trifle,
Let me be the goldfish in your bowl.
Let me be the tonic in your Tanqueray and slim-line,
Let me be the lemon lying on your Dover sole.

Let me be the doughnut that you dip into your coffee,
Let me be your toffee apple stick.
Let me be the bed socks that you warm your frozen feet with,Let me be the dish you always pick.

Let Me Be The Pickle In Your Cheese and Pickle Sandwich 
Bill Adair

Random Haiku #32

Posted: 10 March 2018

Random Haiku #32

Is letter writing
The latest thing in texting?
Send a card at least.

Bill Adair

Poem for the Day - Go To Bed With A Cheese And Pickle Sandwich by Mandy Cole

Posted: 9 March 2018

Poem for the Day
This poem was in an anthology given to me by a friend and, even though I am more of a roll and bacon type, it has always made me smile. 

Go to bed with a cheese and pickle sandwich
It is life enhancing.
It doesn't chat you up.
You have to make it.

A cheese and pickle sandwich
is never disappointing.
You don't lie there thinking: 
Am I too fat?
Too fertile?
Too insecure?

Your thoughts are clear,
your choices simple:
to cut it in half
or not to cut it in half,
how thin to slice the cheese 
and where you should place the pickle.

From a cheese and pickle sandwich 
you do not expect flowers,
poems and acts of adoration. 
You expect what you get:
cheese... and pickle.

You want, you eat, 
and afterwards you have eaten. 
No lying awake resentful, 
listening to it snore. 

Safe snacks. 
It comes recommended.

Go To Bed With A Cheese And Pickle Sandwich
Mandy Coe

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