Sunday, 25 June 2017

JELLY:

JELLY:
I am the humble jelly,
Which is loved by many of you.
My flavours are orange and strawberry,
Just to name a few.

First I have boiling water
Poured over me, "Ouch" says I.
The water really hurts me.
How I want to cry.

Then to add insult to injury,
I'm put in the ice box to set.
I'd rather be inside the packaging,
Now I begin to fret.

I'm left there for some hours.
Until it's time for tea.
Adored by the children.
Who jump up and down with glee.

By now I'm all stressed out.
With the proceedures of the day.
That's why I wobble about.
And begin to sway.

Next time you see a jelly,
And it's not looking merry.
We'd much prefer to be in a trifle,
Made with lashings of sherry.

From my book
"MOMENTS OF MY LIFE"
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 2014:

Friday, 23 June 2017

HEY! IT'S FRIDAY:

HEY! IT'S FRIDAY:
Yes folk it's Friday again,
Would you believe the last week-end in June?
Where has this month gone I may ask.
As I go around listening to happy tunes.
 
I hope it's the onset of a good week-end for you,
Especially if the weather is hot and fine.
That happy memories will be made,
Remember the quote" Only This Moment Is Mine"
 
Me? I'm still nursing a swollen foot.
Hopefully the doctor is visiting today.
To examine the damage.
I can't get to his surgery....no way.
 
Once again Happy Friday,
As into the week-end we go.
My hopes for you is that
"May The Peaceful Waters Flow".

YVONNE
 
 

Wednesday, 21 June 2017

.....AND SHE SHALL HAVE MUSIC:

......AND SHE SHALL HAVE MUSIC:
She was born into a musical family,
So it was inevitable the piano she would play.
From a very early age,
New tunes she did learn to play.

At four years of age she began lessons.
How she looked forward to them each week.
Later on came the examinations,
To gain experience she did seek.

As the years rolled by
Classical music filled the air.
Her joy of music was evident,
As she played without a care.

Then the teenage years came.
Rock 'n Roll" was all the rage.
With the classical music in the background,
She played music to suit her age.

After her teenage wedding.
To the love of her life.
She still loved the sound of music.
Whilst being the dutiful wife.

Her daughter loved to dance.
Music blasting from her room.
Mother didn't mind at all,
As George Michael's voice did boom.

After the passing of her husband,
Music came by a different way.
She saw a Daniel O Donnell concert,
A variety of songs sang his way.

Many concerts later.
In many venues in the US and the UK.
Her love of music is still the love of her life,
Hearing it makes life ok.

......And she shall have music,
Whether it be classical or modern you see.
The person I have written about.
Is about my life and loves of me.

From my book
"MOMENTS OF MY LIFE"
Copyright all rights reserved
Yvonne Lewis 2014:

Tuesday, 20 June 2017

DAYTIME TELEVISION AND COMMERCIAL BREAKS:

DAYTIME TELEVISION AND COMMERCIAL BREAKS:
I wrote the below poem after enduring day time
television and their commercial breaks:
.

I decided to opt for daytime television
Whilst resting my swollen foot.
The programmes were excellent,
But the commercail breaks I'll give the boot.

Five different finance companies
Were promoting their "Funeral Costs"
Each commercial break was the same,
For words I was totally lost.

Another commercial was
If in doubt your doctor you must see,
It goes without saying one would do that
If one thought they had "The Big C".

The third commercial which was often shown
Was about this lady and gentleman,
"Demential" is what they both had,
Would you believe it? well I did and can.

All commercials are aimed at my age group,
Not what I like to see.
Every fifteen minutes the same
Commercials appeared on my TV.

I will now switch my TV on,
After six pm if need be.
Then they advertise travel, and beauty preperations,
With total agreement from me.

Copyright Yvonne Lewis 20/06/2017

Monday, 19 June 2017

HAPPY NEW WEEK:

HAPPY NEW WEEK:
Hopefully with yesterday's fiasco over,
I hope this week will be grand.
Yesterday I hurt my foot,
Missing my walk on the sand.

I carelessly went down two stairs
Instead of one.
My poor foot swelled up.
Believe me not a day of fun.



I hope your Sunday was great,
As with the onset of the new week.
May joy and happiness,
Be yours as happiness you seek.

The summer well and truly established,
With holiday makers galore,
Our coastal town is bursting at the seams,
As they make a head start to the shore.

Enjoy this new week,
Problems of last left behind.
Wear a smile come what may.
And happiness you will find.

YVONNE.

Friday, 16 June 2017

FRAGILE AS A BUTTERFLY:

(A BLAST FROM THE PAST)
 
FRAGILE AS A BUTTERFLY:
As fragile as a butterfly,
That's the beat of my heart.
It's been that way,
Since we had to part.
 
As fragile as a butterfly,
My confidence took a nose dive.
It took some time to regain it.
Today I feel so alive.
 
I don't take life or people for granted,
I treat them with respect.
For they too are fragile as a butterfly,
That's what I've come to accept.
 
People who try and make decisions for me.
Are way out of their league.
I am what I am.
That's what I believe.
 
To those who do not know me.
I'm honest and wouldn't hurt a fly.
To myself I'm always true.
Positive but fragile as a butterfly.
 
From the book 
"Written From The Heart"
Copyright All rights Reserved.
Yvonne Lewis 2011
 

Thursday, 15 June 2017

WOODEN HEART:

WOODEN HEART:
I was brought up to have
A heart so kind and true.
To treat others,
As you would want them to treat you.
 
This I've always remembered,
These words my dear mother said.
As I've travelled through life's journey,
A kind and a happy life I've led.
 
However there are others,
Who can hurt beyond compare.
Ones who can break your heart,
With words and deeds of despair.
 
I don't have a wooden heart,
After is all is said and done.
All I want is a happy, peaceful life,
And above all have some fun.
 
From the book "Stand Beside Me Danny Boy
Copyright and all rights reserved.
Yvonne Lewis 2016: