It’s A Riddle

There’s just not enough of this about

Those who need it sometimes shout!

It’s found in some shops over here

If… you take your turn, my dear

Even then, it’s not for sale

It’s never found near a rail

Gardeners use it to grow flowers

Some know it well in sleepless hours

Can be won in a solo game

With no cards left, you’ll know its name

If the answer’s still not clear to you

Go back to the beginning and start anew

Wishful Thinking

If ‘happy’ is a state of mind,

And life granted people wishes

Would you ask for simply this

Or would you wish for riches

 

For me I’d ask for inner peace

To feel I’ve done my best

Not joy or wealth or even health

But to know I’ve passed the test

A Knight To Remember

Two nights ago, at the Albert

A treat worth waiting for

The audience held collective breath

As Gladys took to the floor

 

Her voice was great, act well rehearsed

She commanded both stage and crowd

We’ve seen her now four times in all

And would more if funds allowed

 

She truly remains at the top of her game

An Empress without any measure

Your heart will soar on her soulful songs

And she’ll give memories that you’ll treasure

Yesterday

Hold back for now this fresh dawn

Don’t begin the day so soon

There’s unfinished business from the one just gone

In my mind remains yesterday’s tune

 

Empty the dregs of earlier thoughts

Settle the still stirring dust

Silence the echoes of feelings now past

Before facing the day, as I must

Time to Watch A Rock Grow

Dashing, chasing, rushing about

Mental gymnastics, crushing doubt

Grabbing a bite, snatching some zzzs

Too much to do to be at ease

 

Never noticing colourful flowers

Or the passing of daylight hours

Missing the trill of a single song-bird

Passing scenes with beauty blurred

 

There has to be another way

Finding some pleasure in each day

By taking time, beginning to slow

Patiently watching a small rock grow

Taking Control (full version)

 

We’ll ignore them in the waiting room
And resist them on the bus
Intrusive calls and endless texts
Won’t be the boss of us

Social media is so compelling
But is this what’s to blame
If mums aren’t ‘there’ for children
And dads ignore them just the same

The mobile can be a lifeline
For work, a ‘must have’ tool
But it can take control of you
Moderation should be the rule

I’ve taught my phone a lesson;
That I’m the one in charge
YOU too can do it easily;
By letting yours discharge