February 4, 2012
Morning glory By Linda French. At six o’clock the birds are chirping Their chorus to the world And all around the morning’s beauty Slowly is unfurled. The freshness of the dew on grass The air as soft as silk And on his rounds a whistling milkman Delivers all his milk. No one about. The avenue ...
February 3, 2012
This poem is in reply to the Crabbit Old Woman poem below http://www.theeyemagazine.co.uk/2012/02/03/crabbit-old-woman/ To the Crabbit Old Woman What do we see, you ask, what do we see? Yes, we are thinking when looking at thee! We may seem to be hard when we hurry and fuss, But there’s many of you, and too few ...
February 3, 2012
What do you see nurses? What do you see? What are you thinking when you are looking at me? A crabbit old woman not very wise Uncertain of habit with far away eyes Who dribbles her food and makes no reply, When you say in a loud voice ‘I do wish you’d try’ Who seems ...
November 10, 2011
I stay by myself so lonely and sad, nobody is bothering I must of been bad! but I’ve done nothing wrong so please tell me why every one has gone and I’m left to cry?? This post was submitted by Emma Finch.
November 8, 2011
At this time of year there is always a great deal of emphasis on the campaigns against drinking and driving. This poem was sent to us by an organisation called ‘Mothers Against Drunk Drivers’ (MADD) and since we think it says everything that needs to be said on the subject we simply had to publish ...