There’s No Place Like Home (Haiku)

Schools build libraries
But it’s at home each book is
Conceived and written 

Photo credit: wikimedia commons 

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Moving Home

Now that’s the way to move home
With house upon your back
To go where life might lead you
Without a need to slack
To mosey on consistently
To get from a to b
As steady steady wins the day
On pathways silvery!

The Many Hats Of Mum

In life mothers wear many hats;
Like teacher and a nurse
A cook and bottle washer and
Accountant with the purse
A chief negotiator plus
Chauffeur and Mum’s taxi
A best friend and a playmate too
The maid in the laundry
Domestic engineer as well
Entertainer – all for free
Babysitter and a baker
Organiser of diary
Save also child psychologist
Or crafter – you decide
Plus any numbered sorts of roles
In ‘let’s pretend’ aside
So ask a Mum for her CV
And no shadow of doubt
There’s not a job here on the earth
That Mum’s have not tried out!

English: Hats… (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Bank Holiday Weekend

Bank holiday weekend!
What are you going to do?
Perhaps a spot of gardening
Of have a barbecue
Or maybe you will trundle to
The beach right by the sea
Or play a round of golf or more
Go out for lunch or tea

Perchance you’ll browse around the shops
Frequent a house on show
Or even work out in the gym
Then to the theatre go
Or mayhap you’ll sit in traffic jams
Or cycle far beyond
Walk the dog or visit friends
Go fishing at the pond

The endless possibilities
To keep us in the zone
Of “doing” relaxation til
It’s time to leave our home
On Tuesday morning next week when
Alarm clocks ring their bell
And then we’ll want to stay in bed
And think “Oh what the hell!”

Social Mobility

What mobile humans we’ve become
Not stuck now in one place
So free to travel randomly
Like a nomadic race

But how has this affected us?
Social mobility?
Have we in fact lost sight of roots
Our own identity?

Or are we more gregarious
More open to just choose
The place we like the best, perhaps
Where work we may peruse

Or maybe find a climate or
A better welcome mat
That makes us think “Yes! This is home”
“The place I lay my hat”

Wherever I lay my hat … (Photo credit: Lynne Hand)

Weeds

Weeds can be rather pretty but
To gardeners they’re the pits
Depending on position and
If in their garden sits

For to see them in a meadow
Can be a glorious sight
But put them in your flower beds and
The picture’s not so bright

And so these weeds are rendered
Dichotomous at best
In nature, pretty native flowers
Yet in gardens, nature’s pest!

English: Some weeds in my lawn Deutsch: Unbekanntes Unkraut in meinem Rasen (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Our Children’s Future

He sat there in his office
With no reality
And thought of such a good idea
One that pleased him not me

“Let’s make a ‘university’
For children aged from two
Yes let’s incarcerate their souls
Forget their parents too
For if we catch them while their young
Then we can be quite sure
To grow and then develop them
To learn oh so much more”

“Like robotic citizens who’ll
Vote blue just like their blood
That we’ll have tainted through the years
Brainwashed in tidal floods
Of government control and reign
Where they’ll be less contact
With Mum and Dad for all we know
They’ll lead them off the track!”

“Yes,” he thought, as he enjoyed
The musings of his mind
“We’ll get them all in our control
And then you’ll simply find
That all the problems will just go
Just up and disappear
For children should be into school
Before their second year”

“Before their parents can destroy
Their perfect little lives
For we the government knows best
For all the under fives!
And blow those psychos who might say
Attachments will be lost
And stats – well they’re most likely wrong
Why would there be a cost”

And so as he just sat and spoke
My eyes began to burn
With tears for childhoods to be lost
And many more concerns
For there should be no hot pursuit
Of children while their young
Save for encouragement to build
Bonds that will stay so strong

Bonds with the carers of these babes
Whose in their arms they lay
Not lay the armour out and treat
Small lives in this cruel way!

Apologies now for any who might be offended by “political” poems but after the latest opinions proffered last week and the general trends in educational policy that are being reported at the moment, this is my heartfelt plea to allow our children to keep their childhood, to go out of our way to encourage and support the nurture of strong and lifelong bonds with children’s primary carers and a keener eye on their emotional and psychological well-being for positive, healthy outcomes in later life.  

Baby Hugs (Photo credit: celikins)

Saturday Morning

Saturday morning
Stay in bed
Coffee bubbling
Paper’s read
Croissant baking
Silence wins
Calm and peace
Weekend begins

 

The Christmas Party

And now the Christmas party
So jolly and so bright
To take the time to raise a glass
As Christmas is in sight

To sip a bit of sherry
Or sample all the wine
And meet up with some friends from old
Good food consume and dine

To don a bit of sparkle
To get all tinsely
To dance up on the table or
To music so lively

To live a bit and celebrate
The year that’s been and gone
And generally let down the hair
To party all night long!

 

Last Minute Christmas

Last minute Christmas
Oh what a to do
The shops are just crazy
The traffic is too
The queues are horrendous
The congestion a mess
Why leave it so late
And get in a stress?

But that’s how it happens
Every year without fail
You plan oh so calmly
To shop, cook to entail
That peace and serenity
Sees the preps done timely
But does it happen that way
Don’t be daft – not to me!

So last minute Christmas
All done in a rush
And wrapped in the small hours
When the house is all hush
And the cake and the pudding
Cooked on the last day
But dowsed in much brandy
To take all cares away!