Marie-Claire

The war within A battlefield Tiny warheads Inside my head The casualty My sanity Sign in to see full entry.

A poem a day To catch the words at play When I don’t know what to say I write something anyway When the muse has gone away And my brain is on holiday The pen presses button-play And this is a poor display No matter what your dismay There’ll always be words which may Or may not make it today Writing... Sign in to see full entry.

I woke up on the wrong side of the moon It was festooned with balloons And that spelled gloom! I want to write a super poem about the moon But my spirit is full of gloom So I will get a spoon! There is no more room for platitudes And fooltitudes here So I am going to retire In my blog Good night... Sign in to see full entry.

Conversation What’s up with me Doc? My body is fading! I am not faking! Tell me about it then… Well… My legs twin towers About to hit ground zero My head a plump watermelon About to burst My mind a swimming mass Of hungry sharks My muscles aching branches On the outstretch My eyes two apple pies... Sign in to see full entry.

Before I die Where shall I go? What will I do? Before I die Before my time What will I write? Whom shall I see? Before my time After I die What will they say? Where will they go? Those left behind Before I die Before I go What shall I do With my life? (There is no hurry God, just thought I'd let you... Sign in to see full entry.

Grandma’s room Is full of gloom It smells dank and cold Everything seems so old The pedestal table stands alone so tall Grandma’s mirror no longer Smiles at another Grandma’s room was full of bloom painted pink rose on a vase is all that’s left. This is not as good as the other one, but I just... Sign in to see full entry.

I see no colour Just silence… Settling in the air Heavy with artillery Gone mad I see no colour In your eyes Just the grey of sadness For lost lives In the battlefield Sorrow swallows The colours of happiness Red bleeds into oblivion Yellow turns ashen Black death engulfs all. Sign in to see full entry.

Grandma’s world Is filled with dreams For her children And great grand children She has great hopes For all of us kids And she prays for us Whenever she can She gives us advice On the facts of life Her wisdom is wasted on us But we love her all the same Sign in to see full entry.

Untied shoe lace Lies like a lazy snake On the open neck boot Yawning and loose The laces drag Around on the floor Looking bedraggled Totally frazzled A big hand swoops snatches the unruly snake With deft fingers come wonderful lace work and soon a beautiful knot Adorns the grubby little boots Of... Sign in to see full entry.

I love to visit grandma Because I know I am in for a treat She has a drawer F ull of goodies And always gives me heaps She greets me with a kiss And I hold out my cheek With a chirpy bonjour grand-mère And then I wait and smile She asks me how I am And I reply just fine While I keep a close eye On... Sign in to see full entry.