Category: Poems

  • Quarantine

    What’s so bad,About staying indoors?You can Netflix and chillCatch up on your chores I’m quite enjoyingThis forced staycationI’ve plenty of timeFor rest and relaxation I’ve nowhere to beThere’s no hurryNo pressing appointmentsNo need to scurry I wake up at leisureSunlight streaming inEnjoy a cup of coffeeBefore my day begins Breakfast…

  • What plans for the weekend?

    The weekend is here It’s time to unwind An occasion to relax And get out of the grind   48 hours of bliss! I’m excited beyond measure I’m going to fill it up With recreation and leisure   But I’ll make it productive Maybe head to the gym Or a…

  • Gym woes

    Life’s been good Treating me well So good, in fact, That I’ve started to swell   Sitting all day On a comfortable chair And the rest of the time Sleeping away   No walks, no rides No physical exercise Just sitting and eating Burgers and fries   And so, my…

  • TGIF

    It’s Friday night And work is done Everyone’s heading out For some fun I glance at my watch It’s a quarter to eight I’ll stick around for a bit Then make my escape I think to myself I must be getting old There used to a time When I hated…

  • Mid week musings

    I like Wednesdays They give me hope With Friday two days away I know I can cope! Wednesdays are like Half time in a match You’re halfway through the game And now you can relax Wednesdays are great To stop and take a break Reward yourself and celebrate With coffee…

  • Morning

    I open my eyes It’s 6 in the morning My husband’s up And I’m still yawning. My blue yoga mat In the corner sits I close one eye And squint at it. That blessed thing Is covered with dust And my mind and body Are going to rust. I turn…

  • An Ode to Love 

    (I wrote this poem over 10 years ago, and it was first published in The Teenager Magazine in their June 2007 issue.) It was autumn all around; The trees shed their leaves and they fell to the ground. The lovers stood beneath, while from above, Quietly fell the leaves of…

  • If I were a poet

    If I were a poet, and could paint pictures with my words I’d paint you a lovely picture of a forest full of birds Where birds of different feathers flock together And live in peace and harmony, come fair or foul weather My picture would show you all the lessons…