The clock on the table is ticking I feel it is ticking for me

But my verses were not good enough even for local fameAnd now I’m resigned to the fact that few know me by name.Of my dreams of fame my dreams of fame you’ve heard it all beforeI wrote my verses in the high green wood of ClaramoreThe robin with his breast puffed up sang on the…

He wear short sleeves to show off his tattoos, his gleamingshaven headSome people never change at all or so it has been said.Some people never do grow up as teenagers they stayAnd Jeff from teenage behaviour has yet to move awayHe must be thirty years at least and he hasn’t learnt from lifeAnd with the…

By writing four thousand poems in a decade four hundred poems a yearOf such a rare achievement we do not often hear.The authorities on literature have finally taken noteThat Joyce Hemsley of Sunderland is a major modern poetShe has mastered all of the poetic disciplines in her own distinctive styleSuch rare poetic talent we’ve not…

With snow white breast and feathers blackOn head and undersides and back.A bird in behaviour akinTo brown and tiny songbird wrenHe bob and dip in wren like wayAnd sing his merry dipper lay.Here in green vale where peace reign rifeIn free flowing rill he live his lifeHe feed and preen and dive and swimAnd lead…

He is quite a religious person and he goes to church on sundayLike i say we see things quite differently though with me that does seem okay.He is a professional type of person and he is quite clever and wiseBut I’m not in his social circle and with him i do not socializeThe like minded…

On this cold day in JanuaryI pity you poor leafless tree.You look sad this Winter dayWithout your leafy green arrayAnd in these times of frost and stormYou’ve no leaves to keep you warm.Gone are all the lovely flowersThat bloomed in the Summer hoursAnd gone the bees and butterfliesThat adorned the sunny skies.You stand in a…