Alfred’s Great Adventure

Alfred was a Polar Bear,
Who lived on Arctic ice,
And liked to spend his evenings
Underneath the Northern Lights.

One night whilst he was snoozing,
After quite a day,
The ice sheet he was sleeping on,
Snapped and broke away.

Poor Alfred didn’t know it,
For he was fast asleep,
But on he floated through the night,
Above the oceans deep.

At last Alfred was woken,
By the sunshine in his eyes,
He raised a lazy eyelid,
Then stood up in surprise.

He could see a palm tree,
On a beach of golden sand,
And a group of complete strangers
All with iphones in their hand.

Yes, they made him welcome,
It was nice to feel the sun,
He learnt to order stuff online,
And had a lot of fun.

But soon, he missed his snowy home,
He longed to be back there.
At times he thought, this isn’t me,
I am a Polar Bear.

Next day when Nordic Cruises,
Sailed into the bay,
Alfred took his chance and he 
Became a stow-a-way.

He had to stay well-hidden
For twenty days and nights,
But then he heard the captain say
“Behold, the Northern lights!”

Alfred leapt up full of joy,
He raced off on his own,
It was nice to have adventures,
But much nicer to be home.   

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Stormageddon

Gusty Gertie blew into town,
And knocked all of our houses down,
She smashed the old town hall to bits,
Turning trees into matchsticks.

A hoarding just blew down the street,
It knocked the news crew off their feet,
It’s like some classic movie scene,
Surreal, a dream, not real I mean.

A lorry slides across the road,
The diesel station will explode.
Bits of trees fly through the air,
A washing line, some underwear.

People run for basement safety,
Despite foundations looking shaky,
Some are fleeing in their cars,
Whilst others hide in downtown bars.

Then nothing. Everything goes still,
No one moves, or breathes, until
We know the worst of it has gone
And peace returns,
And life moves on.

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Lighthouse poem

Fair weather friends,
where are you now,
has rain washed you away?
So much for all
those welcome smiles,
is all that I can say.

Life can get
uncomfortable,
and storms can rage around,
but friends can be
an anchor,
and a fog horn warning sound.

Yet when your ship
hits stormy seas,
and you need my support,
I’ll still be here,
have no fear,
to help you into port.

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The Robin and the Olive branch

As autumn breezes boldly in,
A Robin on an Olive branch.
The gatherers are hard at work,
As leaves begin their avalanche.

Seasons spinning ever faster,
All patched up with sticking plaster.
Already I am chasing Spring,
When life renews, and Robins sing

Toy Story

It’s time to have a hoo-ha
I can feel it in the air, 
Everyone’s on tenterhooks, 
Tread carefully out there!

A rash of strong opinions, 
A clash of points of view, 
People lining up on sides, 
Not sure of what to do.

Tweeters chirping loudly, 
Red faces Facebooked too, 
Papers full of angsty cries
While we all sit and stew. 

Where is all this heading, 
These sights and fights and noise?
I guess we’ve reached that moment,
where we all throw out our toys.

Happy Hour

I crave that instant wisdom,
At the dawning of the hour,
I seek to balance justice,
For this weak and pretty flower.

I cannot hope to save her,
Her roots? Fragile and dry.
To fertilize the past, they say,
Will only make us cry.

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