A single bus and then repeat
In a straight line proudly stand
Awaiting their journey’s start
At leisure while in another place
Travelers anxiously strain
For a glimpse of that expected view
Hoping for that splash of yellow
Or maybe today, perhaps, there might be red?
Oranges and lemons,
Say the bells of St. Clement’s.
You owe me five farthings,
Say the bells of St. Martin’s.
When will you pay me?
Say the bells of Old Bailey.
When I grow rich,
Say the bells of Shoreditch.
When will that be?
Say the bells of Stepney.
I do not know,
Says the great bell of Bow.
Here comes a candle to light you to bed,
And here comes a chopper to chop off your head!
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oranges_and_Lemons
In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Yellow.”
Delicate Roses
Delivered free from nature
To brighten the world
Unknowing reindeer
Light up suburbia
Glow with lights unrefined
While not too far away
Lights go out in a chocolate cafe
Hostages held captive
Hope to see another day
Thoughts be to those involved
And to family of same
http://www.smh.com.au/nsw/lindt-chocolat-cafe-hostage-drama-in-martin-place
Beautiful stars
Twinkle at night
Dance in the shadows
Of the moonlight
(Collaboration poetry between my daughter and I – I wanted Glittering Stars, No Mom – Beautiful stars, ok)
Hats and scarves
Cats and dogs
Twinkle in their
Very smart
Holiday
Attire
As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveller in the dark.
Though I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Verse 5
Although they now be
Grown, will never forget two
Sweet babies of mine
In response to The Daily Post’s Weekly Photo prompt: “Gone But Not Forgotten”
Converging beams break
The sails held together
Revealing sky blue
Spokes of stainless steel
Converge around centrifuge –
Forms bicycle wheel
Poems and Petals 