Westerlies whipped wildly across the garden shed

I peeked out through the curtains ran straight back to my bed.

For in it I felt comfort beneath the eiderdown

In a state of isolation wrapped up In my nightgown.

It could become a habit

So easily I know

Kilos on the weighing scales

Quickly begin to show.

I must now find a project

Something I really like

Like meditation, yoga

Or an exercise bike.

But there always is tomorrow

So today I’ll treat myself

Leave cleaning for another day

Let the dust stay on the shelf.

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There are people all around

who think they are the best

gloat about their triumphs

beat proudly on their chest.

Shout loudly from the rafters

just to hide their failures

constantly complaining

that others are to blame.

Choices made in anger

cannot be exchanged

think about the future

life can be rearranged.

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The door stood ajar

dust speckles sparkled

Screams shattered

shadows shivered

Deceased devils

darted darkly

Zombies unzipped

Buried bones

Tombstones tumbled

Scared senseless

Daybreak dawned

Rapid realization

Awareness awakened.

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I like a roast beef sandwich

Not everyone’s cup of tea

For lettuce, beans, legumes

Are not enough for me.

Life is just that simple

We need not go to war

Living on this planet

Should not be such a chore.

So let us all agree to differ

Have friendly conversations

There’s room for such

diversity

In these great united Nations.

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Recent photographs while out walking

The sea waved, wind whispered

Bees brought golden honey

While moguls in pinstriped suits

Made lots and lots of money.

Birds sang sweetest symphony

Butterflies brought beauty

Nurses, doctors, frontline staff

Just came and did their duty.

Correction it is needed

To heal this nation’s woes

For nature nurtures nothing

Where greed or darkness grows.

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Focus the mind – stop stay serenely still – find peace in silence.

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I opened up the window

Heard the sweetest sound

Songbirds in the morning

No one else around.

Listened for a moment

Inhaled the scented air

Nature in its glory

A wonderful affair.

High up in the treetop

A magpie builds her nest

Signs that life continues

As we slay the beast possessed.

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“Kindness is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see”

Mark Twain

Invisible though it may seem

Kindness is a lightening beam

A beacon from a caring heart

A welcome gift when we’re apart.

A simple gesture, scribbled note

From loneliness an antidote

A friendly wave, nod or wink

Should not be that missing link.

Let us now as trouble looms

Leave a trail when life resumes

Of charity that’s burning bright

Let Kindness be that shining light.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

An ongoing story.

Springtime in Rhydale

Henrietta hedgehog hesitated having left her leafy hideaway. TheGround was wet and sluggishly slow, the thought of slugs suddenly made her hungry. She stretched her spiny body while sniffing the evening air.

Danny Dormouse dropped daintily from a dry drain. Having hibernated through the long winter it was time once more to wage war with the world. Something seemed different. No frightening familiar footsteps, foul fumes from four wheeled drives, people pounding pavements. Had he happened on a holiday. Still slightly sleepy, stealthily stepping onto a silent street searching for some Spring berries. He looked forward to a new dawn.

Sheila and Sam Sheep sheltered in a shed snugly shielded from the early morning cold as it had been a nippy night. Sheeran and Shore their recently born twins were shivering and needed nourishment. Spring sunshine soon shifted frost from fields revealing glorious green grass. Thinking it was time to test the little lamb’s limbs they shifted sheepishly from the shadows.

Flash flooding had filled fallow fields in February. Fred Fielding feared for his farm as Con Connors construction began building Concrete compounds creeping closer, consuming the countryside.

Sebastián a striped spider secretly scouted cellars, successfully securing safe situations where he could weave webs within warm walls. He hated the hedgerows. He had slipped silllily into a shoebox sent from South America which had recently arrived in Rhydale.

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