My Poetry Blog

Economy

The dishes sit all week in the sink
All in the cause of economy
My savings account is starting to shrink
All in the cause of economy
I’m buying all my food in bulk
All in the cause of economy
I’ve muscles like the incredible hulk
All in the cause of economy
I’ve started buying cheaper cuts
All in the cause of economy
There’s now a lot more ifs and buts
All in the cause of economy
I keep on getting indigestion
All in the cause of economy
A holiday is out of the question
All in the cause of economy
I keep my heating off ‘til late
All in the cause of economy
The electric bill will have to wait
All in the cause of economy
And all the time I hate to bitch
All in the cause of economy
When I see the fat cats getting rich
All in the cause of economy

©Marian Barker

Colour My World

World of darkness and of light
World of day and world of night
Monochrome is all I see
Won’t you share your world with me?
My sighted friend please be so kind
And paint a picture in my mind
Of your coloured world and all its hues
You take for granted nature’s views

So first of all I’ll close my eyes
And then begin to visualise
Where do I start - perhaps a hint
How colours feel, what taste a tint
Let’s create a palette in your mind
With heightened senses of the blind
Black and white you already know
Orange is warm like candle glow
Blue cool breezes by the coast
Yellow creamy butter on your toast
Cream is white with warming glint
Green as fresh as garden mint
Red a flame that’s hot to touch
Purple like Ribena warms so much

I’ve done my best I can’t do more
Perhaps my mind’s eye is rather poor
But this poem is written with my heart
Please accept with love my colour chart

Thank you friend for taking time
Bringing a richness to this world of mine
I feel the warmth, the tone, the hue
There’s colour in my world because of you.

©Marian Barker

This is dedicated, with love, to my cousin Rena whose eyes were damaged at birth

"I Want Never Gets"

I don’t want somebody’s cast off
I don’t want a hand me down
I don’t want something that no-one wants
That’s tossed upon on the ground

I don’t think that it’s a lot to want
Don’t think it’s asking much
To want someone who’s truly mine
And feel that tender touch

I want someone to call my own
I don’t want to play second fiddle
I want to be the first in line
Not piggy in the middle

I never got a second chance
I thought perhaps I might
But it seems that “I want never gets”
I guess the saying‘s right

©Marian Barker

Sleep

Sleep is the chariot
That transports me to places
I have never been
Sleep is the window
That lets me glimpse at things
I’ve never seen

Sleep is my escape
From all life’s turmoil
And the daily grind
Sleep is a door
Through which I step
And free my mind

Sleep is the pathway
That leads me every night
To dreams anew
Sleep is my friend
For when I’m asleep
I dream of you

©Marian Barker

When My Ship Comes In

Can I have this
Can we go there
Can I have ribbons
To wear in my hair

So many things
I’d ask of my dad
He stayed very calm
He didn’t get mad

He didn’t say yes
He didn’t say no
I remember the words
He used long ago

The answer that came
Through times thick and thin
We’ll have all that we want
“When my ship comes in”

The ship took forever
It arrived one grey day
The ship came and went
And it took my dad away

I’ve learned to be happy
And content with my lot
And be glad everyday
For all that I’ve got

I don’t look for the ship
With “destiny” on its bow
I enjoy what I have
And live life here and now

©Marian Barker

......Never ever!!!! Well not just yet!

Saturday Night In

Comfortable old slippers
Waiting by the door
Easy to slip into
Like so many times before

Nothing very special
Doesn’t cause a stir
But such an easy option
And always waiting there

What’s the point of changing?
The years are fleeting by
Just wear those comfy slippers
Until the day you die

Too late for running barefoot
Too late for being wild
Too late for acting crazy
Just like a little child

So wear your cosy slippers
And sit beside the fire
And watch those burning embers
Forget about desire

©Marian Barker

My Thingamajig

I bought myself a thingamajig
Now you know what I mean
They come in red and yellow
In blue and black and green

It’s a really clever gadget
And a labour saving device
A thingamajig’s very useful
A thingamajig is nice

I bought it new on eBay
A steal at seven pound
It really was a bargain
The cheapest price around

It works for years on batteries
You know those ‘extra life’
My friend was so impressed
He bought one for his wife

“A thingamajig is foolproof
One really can’t go wrong”
That’s what the advert said
But how do I switch it on?

©Marian Barker

The Blogness Monster

Oh yes it exists
It lurks somewhere beneath
Waiting to snap
With big yellow teeth

And just when you feel
It’s quite safe to blog
It’s there at your heels
Like a troublesome dog

You can kick all you want
That’ll just make it stay
Don’t join in its games
And it might go away

Don’t be dragged to its level
That’s no place to be
Stand firm and keep blogging
Set the blog monster free

©Marian Barker

After Saturday's invitation I just had to re-post this one

Ode on a Turkish Delight

Thou still unwrapped bar of confection
Thou tempting morsel teasing still
Oh chocolate coated ruby jewel
I need to take of you my fill
I yearn to have you to myself
I cannot bear to share
You’re mine all mine
Greedy? - yes but I don’t care
Thy purple wrapper catches light
I lust for you Turkish Delight

©Marian Barker

Remembering

Poppies growing in foreign soil
Reminds us of all those soldiers brave
Who went to war but came not back
But lay forever in some distant grave

©Marian Barker