Almost Christmas

It is almost Christmas,

The skies are getting cold.

Stockings are filled

Sweet stories are told.

It is nearly Christmas

With decorations and lights.

Hot chocolate and mulled wine,

Calm, cosy nights.

It is close to Christmas

As we spread Christmas cheer.

We watch festive movies

Sometimes shedding a tear.

Right before Christmas

As the excitement grows.

We put out the mince pies

And pray for some snow.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my little Christmas poem. Have a Merry Christmas! For another of my poems, have a read of Finally Cooler.

Terrible Turmoil – A Poem

At this sad time, as we approach Remembrance Day, there is a new fire burning in the world. This poem is about the terrible turmoil that is boiling up currently. It is my wish for peace and stability as soon as can be arranged.

Time to remember

The wars gone by.

To buy a poppy

Ask ‘Why did they all die?’

Time for reflection,

About the world we are in.

That we can stay caring,

So no wars can begin.

But sadly, as we’re hoping

Something tragic has unfurled.

An anger that is tearing

At the middle of our world.

Discomfort and despair

have reared their ugly heads

With people from two places

Removed from their beds.

While I wish

Our nations’ politicians

Would call for peace

And not supply munitions….

I can see

A growing trouble

We need to stop this

On the double.

Final Thoughts

I am a strong believer in dealing with things by talking about them. My poem reflects my wish for peace in the world. Thank you for reading my Terrible Turmoil poem. I would appreciate your thoughts.

For something different to read, perhaps take a look at my Creme Brûlée post.

That Weekend Feeling

A short poem

As it is finally the weekend, I thought it would be fun to write a poem about how it makes me feel. This week has been particularly taxing and so this weekend couldn’t come quickly enough for me.

The trouble with weekends is that they go by too quickly and I spend a lot of time just getting ready for work, cleaning the house and catching up on lost sleep. I dream about the day when I can work two days a week and have a five day weekend. Maybe my blog will one day allow me to do this. I can but hope.

My Poem

You know it’s the weekend

When there is no alarm.

When you wake up whenever

And you feel very calm.

You know it’s the weekend

When you sit in your pants.

Watching Netflix TV shows,

Laughing loud at the bants.

You know it’s the weekend

When the weather turns bad.

After sunshine filled work days,

Rain and wind may seem sad.

You know it’s the weekend

When you prep for the week.

When you wash clothes and iron

Monday morning seems bleak.

In A Nutshell

Sometimes it feels like the weekend is just catching up on jobs time and preparation for the new working week time.

How do you know when it’s the weekend?

For a previous poem of mine, check out Heating Up – a poem about climate change. Perhaps also follow my blog for similar future articles.