Office workers swarm
Around bus stops waiting to
Be dropped off at home
Category poetry
Taxi Swarm
Taxis waiting to
Transport commuters to where
They would need to go
Eccentric Planet
A form of honesty
Never did any harm
I’ve always been taught,
So given the chance
To look back at all the things
I’ve said and done
A bit of eccentricity
Comes to the fore
I was tempted to write
About a close relative of mine
Who passed away so many years ago
Until I started myself thinking
About all the things
I’ve been heard to say
I’ve been asked by mouths of babes
“Why do I do things I do?”
When wrapped in my own little world –
Talking aloud to only me
(Or even setting the midnight alarm
To arise and pen a daily post
Proving a level of eccentricity
I’m sure anyone would agree
“You do what?”
Yeah it’s true, I set the alarm
Because the daily post needs to be responded to
And one entry needs to be from me)
I found out the other day
When I spoke quite triumphantly
About my book – what a surprise
This has turned out to be
Because when I was but a child
I was held back from starting school
A ‘special school’ was suggested quite highly
I ended up attending a mainstream one
But at least I now have an answer
When it is at oftentimes asked –
For when I do the strangest things
That would send a husband under the desk
“What planet would you be from –
When you do the things you do”
My answer now can be
My planet is Vonita
And if this you do not believe
Visit my online blog and home
Passion through Poetry
movingtowardsthelight – VIVA
I am the author
Every word is mine
And not only that
My book is written
It has been written by me!
(Thanking Oscar and Tim for their contributions too!)
Life Moment
Life moment captured
By passing tourist taking
A break from life’s rush
Magical World
Every morning as it arrives
I hear the distant, early sounds
Of birds and traffic, and many things
Gently welcoming me awake
Until I hear not far from me
The sound of not one voice, but two
Familiar voices they seem to be
Little girl, and I hear a boy’s one too
I wish I could wax lyrical
On how pleasing these voices are to me
But left alone, awake and free
These voices are not in harmony
Brother and sister in daily strife
For when one is ten, and one is eight
There are many things that must be shared
Not so easy as it may seem
So in my daily awakening, I get to hear
The secret dialogue between
My baby girl and first born prince
Conflicts, fighting, pleading, sharing
I lie awake and let them be
In the shadows overhear –
The magical world one would live in
When one is eight, and one is ten
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_writing_challenge/overheard/
Twenty (and loving it)
I’m old enough to have Good Old Days
I’m young enough to remember them
Studying, learning, that golden time
Between school and earning myself a
Living
A student, but not a scholar
Romanticising, socialising
Studying, experimenting 🙂
Three years of my life
Loving
No responsibilities, but to
Learn that mathematics
Do those tutorials
Have myself some fun
Partying
Bryan Adams in South Africa
You rock!
X-Files, Friday night Friends
First love, First fight
Working
Weekends to earn myself some money
To help me get by, those days flew away
So fast, and now when I look back
They are those Good Old Days
Reminiscing
And what do I see here?
From yesterday’s magic key?
Bright stickers reminding me
How urgently someone would want my
Company
Geometric Welcome
Geometric shapes
Offering a welcome to
Those stepping inside
Hint of Blue
In amongst the green
Leaves, quietly behaved, I
Spot a hint of blue
Memory Box
There is a vanity box
Gift to me when I was maybe
Fourteen, by my Grandma dear
It has stayed with me
For all this time
Contains the memoirs
Of a younger self
Many memories contained
Within this box midnight blue
So precious, it is locked
To be opened only
By one magic key
A key so golden, key so fine
Unlocking the treasures within
My diaries, reams and reams of them
My first kiss, my teenage years
My hopes and dreams
Photographs, and baby charms
Birthday cards, and Love Letters too
Thank You Note from my Mother’s heart
Sharing how proud she was
To be a mother to me
All the memories of my life
My youth, my heart
Are contained here within
Preserved for future days
Mystical memories to be revealed
By one golden, magic key
Nature’s Purple
Purple in nature –
Bursting through the pods that would
Birth the flower child
Poems and Petals 