By Chrissy710
April fool
The date's the first of April here,
I'm in the Southern hemisphere.
Compared to North one day ahead
March Thirty First for them instead.
But on this day I have to say
Now to my son;
"Happy Birthday"
Yes on the first one early morn
We welcomed you when you were born.
We've watched you grow from boy to man,
How very proud of you I am.
But still at times, can catch you out
Like "there's a spider" I did shout
You jumped up off the couch real quick
We laughed real loud, it was a trick.
But I do think you're really cool
And glad you are my 'April Fool'.
Christine (Mum) 1/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Today it is April First here in Australia and because we are in the Southern Hemisphere we are a day earlier than our friends in the Northern Hemisphere. However today 1st April is my sons 34th Birthday and I write for him this birthday poem
Also as it is April Fools day I managed to get him a beauty re a spider near him on the couch and he jumped up so quick while we all laughed very loud as I called him a big April fool, But seriously he is a great bloke and a terrific son and I am very glad he is my April Fool. Also as I have entered the April NaPoWrMo contest here on FanStory (created by Sandra )for 2018 I thought I would start with this one today. Image taken this morning is of my son Adam and me Thanks for reading Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
First day of April
On the first day of April
I write this little rhyme:
the quest now is to keep time.
On the second day of April,
I'll write another line:
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time
On the third day of April
I'm going back to rhyme:
give me a sign
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time
On the fourth day of April
I'll write and make deadline:
this could be fun
give me a sign
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time.
On the fifth day of April
Have made it up in time:
can it be done?
this could be fun
give me a sign
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time.
On the sixth day of April
I'll add in one more line:
surprising you all
can it be done?
this could be fun
give me a sign
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time
On the seventh day of April
I'm running out of rhyme:
but won't let you down
surprising you all
can it be done?
this could be fun
give me a sign
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time
On the eight day of April
Not sure if I can climb:
I'm trying really hard
but won't let you down
surprising you all
can it be done?
this could be fun
give me a sign
so I can see
The quest now is to keep time
On the ninth day of April
I'll see what I can find:
by using a near rhyme
I'm trying very hard
but won't let you down
surprising you all
can it be done?
this could be fun
give me a sign
so I can see
the quest now is to keep time
On the tenth day of April
I feel I'm in decline:
so yes I'm giving up
I'll not use a near rhyme
I really tried so hard
to not let you all down
by surprising you all
thought it could be done
and yes I found it fun
but couldn't find the sign
however I can see
the quest is to keep true RHYME.
Christine 1/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi All.. This is my Northern hemisphere 1St April NaPoWrMo contest entry
I have loosely used the '12 days of Christmas 'song as my baseline and hope my poem reads and as you can see only did up to 10 Stanza's for my entry. LOL Thanks to CammyCards for the image Flower Music I hope you enjoy my effort and Thank you for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
I will struggle to write
thirty poems for the month of April
let alone thirty syllables
for this contest here too.
| Author Notes |
Still it's worth a try LOL
Thanks to Trajan for the image Brain on thumb tracks 3.11.18 I will have to keep my brain on track also Thanks for reading my work Cheers |
By Chrissy710
A loving wife
I've done the first, here's the second
Subject - matter to be reckoned.
What should I write about today?
I'm not quite sure what I will say.
Perhaps I'll write about my life,
And how, I am a loving wife.
I cook; I clean, and make the bed,
Then I'll ensure my man is fed.
Make him breakfast, pack his lunch
On his birthday bake a sponge.
Pick his clothes up off the floor
Do his washing and much more.
Iron shirts and keep him neat
Then at night give him a treat.
You may ask it if this is true,
Yes it is; I'm telling you.
Forty Four years soon we share
Each one has been a love affair.
I know he does appreciate
All I do, he thinks I'm great.
He buys me gifts and flowers too
Displays his love, for what I do.
But, for money he has none
I spend it all; Oh what fun!
Christine 2/4/2018
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| Author Notes |
The second of my April poems for this contest
I did tell my husband many years ago as long as he is married to me he will never be a rich man LOL nearly 44 years soon and still here Thank you to helvi2 for the lovely image Love Blossoms Thanks for reading Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
A Sonnet for today
Today I think a Sonnet I may write
Although I know this style can be quite hard.
I really have to get the meter right
I wish I could now call upon the bard.
For he would tell me if I get it wrong
And guide my hand to help my poem flow.
Advise me how to make my Sonnet strong
Cause' he's the one who really ought to know.
A Sonnet's theme should be about a love
Created by the stroke of poets pen.
And that is what I truly write thereof
My poet's hand creating verse again.
So if you read my words I think you'll find
My true love really sits within my mind.
Christine 4/4/2018
| Author Notes |
My 4th poem is an attempt at a Sonnet.
Bard means poet and William Shakespeare was one of the greatest Sonnet writer of all time. I hope I havent strayed to far LOL Thanks to Alex Ehrhardt for the image Lost Feather it reminded me of a quill I sure used by many old poets Thanks for reading and for your support Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Autumn’s April Day
The bleak grey skies awash my dawn
Instead of Summer blue
The golden yellow’s, russet reds,
Rain down with autumn hue.
Cool breezes blow throughout the day
Bare arms no longer wear,
Transition time of seasons bring
This change and will not care.
When night has turned into my day
I hear sweet birdies sing
I lie awake, my thoughts run wild
What words today shall bring.
I never know what will transcend
Until the final verse
From a blank start, words will appear
Then from my mind disperse.
Like autumn leave these words fall down
Then scatter on the page
But wither not, they will survive
And like this poem age.
Christine 6/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi Everyone a little behind with my April Challenge poem, however this is my 6th one and I hope you enjoy it
Thanks to cleo85 for the image Colours of Autumn Thank you for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Every New Generation
Has every generation seen?
Great change within their day.
Or has our earth just really been
A temporary stay.
I live, I breathe, I eat, I sleep
Get older every year.
If only youth could always keep
Old age would never near.
And when I go who'll really care
That I have come and gone?.
I'll take my leave and go elsewhere
New places then belong.
Sometimes I find I question why
I'm really on this earth.
We're born, we live, and then we die
What really is our worth?
I seem to want an answer straight
What purpose do I serve?
Do I just leave it up to fate?
The answer I'll reserve.
Our history books are filled with tales
Of people long gone by
They came; they saw, left their details
I really wonder why?
I do not want the rhetoric
Of man- made rules to live.
I don't need guidance from above
For none of it believe.
Some kings, wise men, philosophers
Who ruled had much to say?
But now, to us it matters not
What they did in their day.
The only time we have is now
This moment that we're in
We can't go back, and turn the page
But from today begin.
Christine 7/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Just some thoughts
Thank to Cleao85 for the image Two worlds in one Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Rainbow Bright
Today I saw a rainbow bright
Twas arced across the sky.
Colour's spanned against the grey
How pleasing to my eye.
The sun peeped out behind the clouds
To light my morning way.
Gentle rain it pattered down
I wondered, would it stay?.
Umbrella up, I walked along
I kept an even stride.
This path's the one I know so well
To work; I stepped inside.
I smiled and greeted all G'day
I put my bag away.
My nursing role I then assumed
Began, my working day.
My students, with their buddy nurse
I caught up with each one.
They told me what they were to do
Their time and care plans done.
An educator's role is vast
I teach, then skills assess.
I must ensure they understand
Expect their very best.
Although my day's a busy one
The students got it right.
I gave them praise and said "well done"
They were my rainbow bright.
Christine 8/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi all I am a Nurse Educator/Clinical teacher and my days are busy teaching and mentoring new student nurses in the ward environment. A rewarding job and this is just a reflection of one of my days and I did start with a rainbow and drizzle rain.
Thanks for reading my work image from Google cartoons Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
A to Z: Alphabet Challenge
Almost impossible to do
But now I’ll have a go
Consider my chosen words
Directing them to flow
Every now and then I will
Find a word or two
Gathering a pile of them
Here’s hoping they will do
Initiating rhyme is tough
Just when I thought I had
Knowing that it may sound rough
Leaves me a little sad
Moving right along I’ll say
Naught to make you frown
Opposition may be high
Perhaps I may fall down
Questioning my syllables
Responding to this quest
Surely this could not be hard
To pass this self- made test
Unquestionably near the end
Views of the finish line
Writing furiously then I’ll
Xerox to make it mine
You’ll be glad I’ve finished now
Zigzagging Alphabet.
Christine 5/4/2018
| Author Notes |
My poem for today 5/4/2018 is an Alphabet Challenge
Thanks to David Ruhl for the image Impossible Thanks for reading my latest work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Head just above water
I'm really running way behind
My writing skills are failing
Trying to keep up I find
No life raft, help, I'm drowning.
However, if I stop a while
Take in a great big breath
Put pen to paper, pick a style
I may avoid my death.
One's busy life gets in the way
So many things to do
And I've so many words to say
In poems, just for you!
So I will start and write some down
To see just how this goes
Use adjectives, some verbs or nouns
Will it matter? Don't suppose.
As long as some words do appear
The page no longer blank,
With metered rhythm written here
I'll charge up my think tank.
I'll finish this, but have to start
The next one now compose.
They say that writing is an art
Free style or rhyming prose?.
Christine 9/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi everyone just another one before I sink into the abyss LOL I hadn't realized how busy my life is and finding it challenging to write every day, review and reply also.
Apology's to anyone if I run late and take a while to get back. This is fun but hanging in there Ha ha Thanks to Beautyobserver for the most apt image Inhale ( I have LOL) Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Lazy Bones
I’ve stayed in bed too long today
Get up right now, to self I say.
My mind just put me to the test
My body it just wants to rest.
I think I’ll pull the cover tight
And snuggle down, ‘twill be alright.
For just a while I’ll close my eyes
And when awake, I will then rise.
Bound out of bed, get dressed real fast
And then be ready up at last.
Go for a walk, I’ll take the dog
And when she runs, may even jog
So come on girl there’s much to do,
With exercise you’ll feel brand new.
No! Don’t close your eyes, "OUT" I say
Get up, live life, there’s no replay.
Christine 11/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Running behind this is number 11 in my April Challenge
At times it is easy just to pull the covers up and catch a few more ZZZ but life is short and this luxury is only for special occasions Nana Naps are acceptable though LOL Thanks to Google cartoons for the image Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
My poem's a limerick today
Although I'm not sure what to say
Maybe start with a Hi
Send you cheers for goodbye
Can't guarantee what it will pay.
Christine 12/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi all A little fun for today
Thanks to booklotto fro the gorgeous image Will work for money Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Astral travelling
Some nights I leave my own body
and let my spirit fly,
way out above the universe
look down as I go by.
I visit many continents
and walk among strange crowds,
what pleasures do I come across
when freedom is allowed.
I soar through many cities
with arms outstretched I glide,
my body feels so weightless
all worries left aside.
The colours of the worlds I see
kaleidoscope of lights,
I soak in all the energy
enjoying all the sights.
The stars I touch, the moon caress
then back to earth return,
fly back into my body shell
this flight, I must adjourn.
But then I know another night
I’ll fly away once more,
drift up again release my soul
and let my spirit soar.
Christine 13/4/2018
| Author Notes |
When I was younger I would experience weird sensations of 'leaving my body' and felt like l was flying. This used to scare me and I would always try to stop myself from going. One night however I decided to just let myself go and found myself 'flying over the earth' I could feel my fringe flapping against my forehead and the sensation was so peaceful and a beautiful experience. Then I was back inside my body and to this day have never left again. I believe because I conquered the fear and 'let myself go' I didn't need to ever do this again.
Now I know many readers will say I am maybe a bit off the planet and Astral travelling is made up. BUT until one experiences this phenomena they cannot say with certainty this is not true. Anything is possible Anyway I thought I might do something different and these words came out from my memory bank Thanks to BRUCEIORIO for the Interactive space2 |
By Chrissy710
Seven Years
Although you're gone, you're still around
Deep in our memories you're found.
We think of you with fond recall
Our husband, father, standing tall.
Today the mark is seven years
And we'll remember you through tears.
But sadness comes when mem'ries fade
Ours of you Barn, so strongly made.
Your Eastern star still shines real bright
For us to see you every night.
We love and miss you every day,
With us your guiding light will stay.
Christine 14/4 /2018
| Author Notes |
Today 14/4/2018 is the seven year since my beautiful father Barney passed away suddenly. He was 88 and was my mentor in poetry and he wrote the most beautiful poetry, unpublished but certainly worth reading and I have his collection.
I often feel his presence when I write and feel maybe he is watching me and reading my work also. Every year I write and put a poem in our local paper and this is the one I wrote for him this year 'Seven Years' I miss you Dad. Thanks to GaliaG for the lovely image Stars abstract. On the day my father passed away we read a letter he had written to be read on the day he died and in it he told us that if we went outside at night and looked to the East we would see his star. That night I did and there was only one star in the sky in the East so I guess that was him saying goodbye but he would alway be there. Thank your for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
FanStory FanArt
We write our words with great finesse
an image then to complement.
A fanArt picture to impress,
that keeps our writing prominent.
A great selection we can find
from photograph or painted art.
We choose the one that when combined
with words we write, will stand apart.
Sometimes an image speaks to us
we're drawn to make selection.
The choice is easy without fuss
Our words, dictate connection.
Although I cannot draw or paint
artistic skills admire.
I'm sure you'll find there's no debate
FanArt; meets our desire.
And so to all the artists here
whose art from which we choose from.
I say ''Thank You" from we who write,
With much appreciation.
Christine 15/4/2018
| Author Notes |
I have been on this fanStory site for a few years now and like many here use the FanArt to compliment my poetry or writings.
I would just like to say "Thank You' to all the wonderfully talented artist and photographers who allow us to choose their work for our writings. Thank you to Moon Willow this time for the artwork 'An Artist at Heart' and Thank you for reading my work. Half way there now in this April Challenge I have a couple to post to catch up but getting there Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Peace of Mind
I wake up and worry with thoughts in my mind
Just how can we fix up our broken man-kind?
With nations and leaders determined to fight
That leaves war torn cities, without real respite.
Where mothers and fathers then lose their loved ones
When battles are fought, not with words, but with guns.
Their lives lost forever, there is no return
Still warring continues with no lessons learnt.
Life should be so precious; a gift to us all
Not put on a war line to watch it just fall
We must cherish each day with love in our hearts
Do right by each other, and not tear apart.
I hope in my lifetime, that wars will all end
With not man’s destruction, but peace will descend.
And then I’ll not worry and live my life free
Enjoy all that’s given to you and to me.
Christine 16/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Some thoughts that came to me when I awoke so put them down and I hope you agree. In these troubled times it is not easy to ignore what happens in war torn countries and I am so Thankful to live in Australia.
Thank you to avmurray for the image Iris The Flower of Hope Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Anniversary
April seventeen for us has arrived,
Nigh on Forty Four years ago, a bride.
Now as we celebrate, that day recall
In love we were as we began it all.
Vows we made back then, they still hold us true
Ev’ry day a new one I make with you.
Remembering all the good times we’ve had,
Sharing and caring, three children we add.
Another milestone we put on today,
Roses sent from you, the card it did say.
You are the best part of me; my true love
Happy Anniversary
Christine 17/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Today my husband and I celebrate our 44th Wedding Anniversary.
We didn't have a traditional wedding Oh No we kinda eloped. Told no one we were getting married except out witnesses and so on April Seventeen 1974 dressed in matching flared light blue jeans and velour windcheaters, I wore a red one and Greg wore a Blue one, we headed off to the registry office in Melbourne and got married I was 21 and Greg was 20 ( Yes I cradle snatched him ladies LOL ) The we had to go home and tell our parents Hmmm anyway we survived and have reared 3 beautiful children a daughter Katie and 2 sons Adam and Brenten who are the best kids ever. Plus we have four lovely granddaughter (Katies) waiting on the boys LOL. one day I hope. So this is my Acrostic Poem for my husband Greg that I share with you today and is my 17th NaPoWrPO Challenge poem. We will go to dinner shortly to celebrate Thank you to HER secretLOVE for the lovely image Wedding hands Thank you for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Autumns Blue Skies
This April Autumn month is beautiful
With clear warm days, skies canopied in blue.
Although the earth is dry in need of rain
The sun comes out high in the sky again.
Instead of russet red the trees are green
A fall of autumn leaves, I have not seen.
The stars come out against the black of night
And twinkle merrily while shining bright.
Each morn I hear the birds who twitter tweet,
And watch them as from tree to tree they flit.
The butterflies amongst the flowers dance
And sleeping dogs, to comfortable, too glance.
I stretch out long and bask in warmth of sun
A good book read until each chapter’s done.
I hope this autumn weather last a while
Relaxing in its beauty makes me smile.
But knowing soon these lovely days must end,
As dark grey clouds with winter rains descend.
The seasons change no matter what we do
My favourite though; is when the skies are blue.
Christine 18/4/2018
| Author Notes |
It is Autumn in Australia at the moment and this year our Autumn has been rather lovely with clear blue skies and warm days but little rain. The leaves are quite green with just a hint of change and each day is so nice to wake up to and enjoy. I hope we have a few more days before winter sets in.
This poem is my reflection of this time Thanks to cleo85 for the image Butterflies Thanks for reading my words Cheers Christine 18/4/2018 |
By Chrissy710
Sibling Rivalry
Sibling rivalry’s alive
It is the bug bear of my life
“I’m the Favourite” “No you’re not”
Oh for God’s sake stop this rot.
I favour no one, treat you fair
But, with each other you compare.
“Mum did this with me today
You didn’t come” I heard you say
“She loves me more than she does you”
I’m telling you that is not true!
Sometimes I give you one on one
A special treat from your dear Mum.
But next time it will be another
It won’t be you, instead your brother.
I know you think that it’s just play,
Don’t mean those nasty words you say.
But when your rivalry‘s not planned
Sometimes, some things get out of hand.
With feeling’s hurt you’ve gone too far
And then upset your dear old Ma.
So listen, closely no debate
I want to set the record straight.
When its all just said and done
I don’t like any one of you; MUM
Christine 19/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi all Just joking, I love my three children (a daughter 38 and two sons 34 and 30) very much but they do have a well known ongoing sibling rivalry where they each think I have a favourite and give each other heaps on the odd occasion. They know of course I don't but will not give in at times.
On a trip to Bali a few years ago I purchased each child a T Shirt that had 'I'm Mums Favourite' written on them. I gave each one their T Shirt an told them not to tell the others, bacause in fact they were my favourite. But of course they soon found me out but I had a laugh on them. As if I would have a favourite so this poem is very tongue in cheek and at their expense I may even show them LOL This poems meter is varied from 7, 8 or 9 syllables per line Thanks to eileen0204 for the image Silly Siblings ( quite apt I think) Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Standing tall
I know to you I’m just a kid
You think that I am small,
But look at me I’ll not be hid
Cause’ in my mind I’m tall.
My feelings often do get hurt
When you won’t hear my voice,
No power with you can exert
You never give me choice.
Just ask me please do not dictate
Your rules impose on me,
Discuss your plans that would be great
Look closely and you’ll see.
A little person with a mind
Who wants to meet half-way?
And if you take the time you’ll find
I have so much to say.
Don’t yell or scream and make me cry
Or smack me when I’m bad,
Instead be kind and then I will
Try not to make you mad.
Please mummy dear, this is my plea
Sometimes just let me speak;
I’ll raise my hand so you will see
Your time is all I seek.
Christine 20/4/2018.
| Author Notes |
Sometimes I think children get ignored and not listened too when in fact many children have much to say if given a chance to speak. Busy parents often dictate and set rules to suit themselves and not necessarily the child. This poem is for all the 'silent children' . Never forget we were once children and need our voices heard.
Thanks to VMarguarite for the image 'Looking at You' Thank for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
| Author Notes |
Hi Everyone A totally Fun poem this time I thought I would try an Alliteration poem and used the letter S
Thanks to emereaux for the image Streaking away ( Not this time sorry ) Thanks for your support and reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Free Choice
Rarely do I suffer fools, and often I ignore the rules
Please never lie straight to my face, because it’s you I will erase.
What you see is what you get, can take or leave me, don’t regret
I’m also kind and understand, some things in life are not well planned.
But I’ll expect your very best, at time you’ll have to pass my test
And if I find you’ve really tried, I’ll smile at you with glowing pride.
But if you can’t be bothered now, I’ll let go of you somehow.
Life’s too short to stand the rot, so make it count with all you’ve got.
Rewards then many you can take; wasting them is a mistake.
So think about the things you do, because the choice is up to you.
Christine 22/4/2018
| Author Notes |
From silly ( my last poem Sammy Snail) to serious just some thoughts about life Perhaps the image used may compliment LOL
Thanks to kittycat3256 for the image PokahFace Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine (Smiling) |
By Chrissy710
| Author Notes |
Thank you to kaushalkishorsesunita for the image earth every day
Thank for reading my work |
By Chrissy710
I am an Oxymoron
I think I am an Oxymoron
quite different but the same.
Understanding less is more on
subdued but can’t be tame.
Can split in two while being whole
ditzy and still brainy.
Make many plans without a goal
be sad while being zany,
Have champagne taste with beery purse
find ugly very pretty.
Feel really blessed that I’m so cursed
quite stupid when I’m witty.
You see there’s more than one of me
sometimes I’m up when down.
Politely rude when wrong but right
show then a smiling frown.
Clearly confused, I know I am
more forward than behind.
Get close to you while staying free
be stingy when I’m kind.
Loud silence lets me contemplate
and dream when I’m awake.
To keep in front I must backdate
my words, just give or take.
Christine 24/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Sometimes I think I am an Oxymoron I think this is a good descripton of me LOL A seriously bit of fun for today
Thanks to Google image for the picture Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Anzac Day Remembrance
Australian and
New Zealand Army Corps, landed and fought
Zealously at Gallipoli
Against the Turkish Ottoman Empire to
Capture Constantinople in April 1915.
Days and Nights they bunkered down
And lived in muddy, rat infested trenches
Yet, the Turks were equally resilient with
Resistance fierce and bloody
Eventually, a stalemate was
Met and allied forces were
Evacuated at the end of 1915
Many soldiers were killed and
Both sides suffered heavy casualties
Remembered now every year through
A.N.Z.A.C. day services on April 25th.
Never will we forget those
Courageous brave men
Every Year we will remember them.
'Lest We Forget'
Christine 25/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Anzac Day is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand that broadly commemorates all Australian and New Zealanders who served and died in all wars, conflicts and peacekeeping operations. and the contributions and suffering of all those who have served.
Observed on 25th April each year Anzac day was originally devised to honour the members of of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who fought at Gallipoli against the ottoman Empire during World War 1 . In 1915 Australian and new Zealand soldiers formed part of an Allied expedition that set out to capture Constantinople capital of the ottoman Empire which was an ally of Germany during the war. The ANZAC force landed on 25th April 915 and met fierce resistance and the war became a stalemate and dragged on for 8 months before evacuations from both sides occurred. The Allied deaths were over 56.000 including 8,709 from Australia and 2,721 from new Zealand Also 87.000 Turkish deaths (Wikipedia/org/wiki/Anzac day) Anzac day commemorations are held in nearly every town and city in Australia and New Zealand and also includes services at ANZAC Cove in Gallipoli. This acknowledgement grows with support every year This Acrostic is my tribute to this day for 2018 Thank you to Neilnap773 for the lovey image Another hero The Poppy is symbolic of this day Thanks for reading my work 'Lest We forget' Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
Free 'Verses' Rhyme
Don’t think free verse will be my thing
To go and write just anything,
That comes to mind then put it down
Make no sense, and others frown.
Use fancy words I would not say
In conversations every day
My friends I know I’d not impress
They’d look and say “Oh what a mess”.
Can’t understand a word she’s said
Not sure why she has been misled.
She used to write with rhyming word
But what she says now’s just absurd.
I hope one day she soon will see
Free style is not our poetry.
I know there’s some who will debate
And challenge me before too late.
They’ll try to tell me, change your style
Just let your words be free a while.
Still I will say just what I think
I like the words when they all link,
That flows and rhymes with meter right
The syllables in ordered sight
So let’s agree to disagree,
For I will rhyme and you stay free.
Christine 26/4/2018
| Author Notes |
I know we all have our favourite poetic style and there is always the free stylers verses the rhymers and both have much poetic merit, however at times I do find some free style quite difficult to understand the writers intention and often wonder what I have just read.
Some free style is so esoteric it only makes sense to the author but other free style is beautifully written and the intention jumps out at you. Personally I like traditional rhyming poetry and most of my work has set syllable count and rhythm, however I have written free style and found it liberating. I write this poem as a bit of lighthearted fun and wish no offense to any poets as I do enjoy many poems written in both styles Thank to SCHATZLING for the image Two faced Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
The Crescent Moon
Like a smile the moon sits high
Amongst the starry black night sky
This crescent moon just hanging there
Suspended though no strings you bear
But wait, your yellow smile’s now red
And fading fast from me instead
Again I look no longer see
You’ve gone another place to be.
Christine 27/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Watching the crescent moon one night it seemed like a smile hanging in the sky and then it turned red and disappeared quite bizzare This is my reflective poem
Thanks to supergold for the image the new moon. ( This is the closest one to a moon like a smile) and reminded me of that night Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
A Senior Now
I can’t believe a decade’s flown
Since last I wrote for you a poem.
But Heather, here I am my dear
Another verse with Birthday Cheer.
A senior now you’ve reached that age;
With sixty years upon the page.
A senior’s card you can collect
For discounts, now you can select.
And when you dine a senior’s meal
With be on offer for the deal.
Trains and bus rides also cheap,
Movie tickets you can reap.
Funeral planned insurance too
Will all be posted out to you.
Ha Ha I know, I have them all
Because at sixty they will call.
You’ll lose your mind and misplace things,
Can’t find your phone now when it rings.
Your glasses, keys will put somewhere
So please, make sure you have a spare.
I know you think I joke around
But it’s the truth, still I have found,
When things go wrong just smile and say
“Not goin yet I’m here to stay”.
And so dear Heather many Cheers
Enjoy it all your sixty years.
But one last thing before I send
A “Happy Birthday” from a friend.
Christine 28/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Written for My friend who has just turned 60 'Happy Birthday Heather'
Thanks to Denise B for the image Birth Day Celebration Thanks for reading my work Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
April NaPoWriMo Challenge
There was movement in FanStory land
for the word had passed around,
that the April Na Po Challenge month would end.
So all the tough contenders, submitted their last one
along with all the others they had penned.
Oh what delight it is to write
and then have others read,
your work that’s so original they’ll find.
Prose or lovely metered rhyme, created by a pen
just from thoughts arising from your mind.
I love a challenge any time
Contests that make me think,
perhaps I’ll pit my brain against the best.
To then come up with many words, just free or with good rhyme
win or lose to play the game's the test.
Writing poetry for me each day
has been a lot of fun,
although some times I’ve really dragged my feet.
But having now caught up it’s time, to post a couple more
tomorrow’s one this challenge will complete.
Then rest a while I think I will
just give my muse a break,
Invite her back to write just once a week.
My purse strings also need a tug, my outlay has been high
a daily post promotion is not cheap.
So now I’ll close and say “Thank you”
for reviews and all support,
the feedback and assistance has been great.
Congratulations also go, to other poets here
who for this challenge did participate.
Christine 29/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi everyone well the NaPoWriMo April Challenge is nearing an end and this is my second last one for the month. I wrote this today 29/4/2018 Australian Time and will post now
Thank you to Moonwillow for the lovely image Reflections in a Diary The meter for my poem is loosly base on My favourite Australian poet Banjo Patteson who wrote The Man from Snowy River a famous Aussie poem Thank you for reading my work I hope you enjoy this one Cheers Christine |
By Chrissy710
I’m Glad You Are My Mother
I’m Glad you are my Mother;
For this I have no doubt
You’ve given me good values
I’ve used in life throughout.
You’re always there to hold me
And soothe away my pain
You lift me up if I am down
And set me straight again.
I would be lost without you
Though try I cannot find
The words to ever thank enough
I know you will not mind.
But there is still another
Who must be mentioned now
For guidance and good wisdom
He’s always right somehow.
And that would be my father
A man I do admire
His words and kindness given free
These traits I do aspire.
I often read his poetry
His words are written down
I’ll never be as good as him
But thank him anyhow.
And still I have some more to Thank
My sisters and my brothers
Who shared my life when we were kids
Still do; they’re like no others.
We often get together now
And laugh about our past
Tell jokes and stories of good times
Shared memories always last.
And to my in-law family
They’ve given me much more
I get along with every one
And love them that’s for sure.
But now I really must expand
Include my friends as well
I couldn’t live without their love
Each one I often tell.
Our paths may cross when least expect
But we will take the time
To bring each other up to date
I’m glad that they are mine.
We laugh and share the good and bad
We hug when we do meet
From many different worlds they come
They make my life complete.
Yet best of all I save to last
Without them wouldn’t be
My darling husband; he’s my rock
My great kids, there are three.
I treasure all the memories
So many we have made
They fill my life with love each day
Not one would ever trade.
I’ll not forget my in-law kids
I’m lucky I have ‘four’
It’s time to tell them how I feel
Each one I do adore.
Grandchildren six, complete this tale
Each one a special child
I watch them grow and see their love
They all have me beguiled.
We must have others in our lives
To share our journey with
Appreciate them one by one
There’s so much that they give.
So take the time to tell them all
How much they mean to you
Before too late and you have gone
For this you can’t undo.
Christine 30/4/2018
| Author Notes |
Hi all I thought I would save my favourite until the last day I finished it this morning and now it is my Number 30 poem and therefore posted now for April on the 30th April/2018 Australian time
I have enjoyed this NapPoWriMo Challenge and thank everyone for their ongoing support in reviewing and assistance when needed. Well done to everyone who has entered this challenge I hope our words never end Thanks to VMargaurite for the lovely Image Mother and daughter I still have my mother she is 83 and I love her very much and enjoy her company so this poem is a tribute not only to my Mum but to all my beautiful family and friends who enrich my life everyday and shower me with love Thank you for reading my work Cheers Christine |
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