Snooze-ology

I’ve found, as I get older,
An “ology” I love,
The art of having forty winks,
Or fifty, or above.

It’s something I’ve perfected,
To get me through the day,
I simply have to close my eyes,
And soon I’m well away.

A little snooze each afternoon,
Restores my power cell,
But sometimes I just can’t wake up,
And sleep all night as well.

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.

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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