February…

It’s February now and there’s so much to do
Pancakes and love hearts
And slow cooking stew.
Those who did dry January
Counting the days.
Are having whisky for breakfast
And lunch in a haze.
Valentines cards pop up in the shops.
Easter eggs appear
Wrapped in foil in the box.
The weather feels better,
The home straight to Spring.
Buds in the garden,
When the flowers begin.
Christmas seems distant,
The first month so long.
But you’ve done really well,
Your resolutions stay strong.
Blue skies are close now,
It’s going to get warmer.
So brush out the leaves
From your best sun trap corner.
Sit tight and be patient
Dream of the sun.
You’ll be complaining about the heatwave,
When the Summer’s begun.

Nothing To Lose…

This year I’m going to stop thinking I’m rubbish
Because actually I’m not.
I’m absolutely fabulous
But somewhere down the line
I think I forgot
That the best friend I have
Should in fact be myself
I can’t expect to be last
Or sadly left on the shelf.
The only competition to beat
Is my last personal best.
Being better than others
Is no fair way to test.
I will do what my mind
Sometimes tells me I shouldn’t.
I will take unknown paths
Which previously I wouldn’t.
Life is short, so find courage
Think hard and then choose
Grab it and live it
You’ve nothing to lose.

The Old Market…

The hustle and the bustle.
Of the Saturday market place.
It has a kind of charm that
Online shopping can’t replace.

Seeing living breathing people
In real time and in the flesh
Making conversations
Out where the air is fresh.

Stopping for hot chocolate
In the square with vintage chairs.
Listening to the chatter
As the traders sell their wares.

Bags and socks and fabrics.
Crafts and toys and cakes.
Shoes and fruits and vegetables
In all sizes and all shapes.

At Christmas time it’s magical
And smells of spiced mulled wine.
Fairy lights and carols
Children queued up in a line
To see Santa in his grotto
Where they’ll say that they’ve been nice.
Then back to shopping stalls again
To sample more delights.

Then home again with aching feet,
Cold noses and red faces.
Bags of humbugs for the grownups
And for the children strawberry laces.

Next day the market has all gone
It’s a normal empty street.
Life goes on as normal
Until it’s back again next week.

Beautiful artwork from @tamsyn_gregory

Carry…

Sometimes we need to be carried.
Sometimes we all need a hand.
Swallow your pride
You don’t have to hide
These grey days are always unplanned.

Sometimes we need to help others
Sometimes we need to ease pain.
Give them some hope
Throw them that rope
Show them life can be fruitful again.

We should all look out for each other
Unconditionally, whenever we need.
I’m here for you
You’re here for me too.
Together we have to succeed.

Artist @pietgrobler.illustrator

Dream…

I love to go to sleep at night
In my comfy bed.
I close my eyes to activate
The adventures in my head.

Sometimes it’s going back in time
To all the places I have been.
Often it’s pretty random
When my mind begins to dream.

I chat to people I once knew
Who have already gone.
We spend the night reminiscing
Before I wake and life goes on.

Sometimes I’m doing breast stroke
But I’m flying through the clouds.
I’m performing like Beyonce
Adored by screaming crowds.

I’m running like an athlete
I’m beating Usain Bolt.
I’m writing a literary masterpiece
Like the ones that Shakespeare wrote.

I’m falling and it scares me
I’m dating Donald Trump
But it’s OK this is the time
I make myself wake up.

It’s morning now, a brand new day
Yawn, stretch, then toast and tea.
I’m off to face the real world
And the adventures it has for me.

Gorgeous artwork by @emilouartanddesign

Home Alone…

We all have days just chilling
In sloppy jumpers, fluffy socks,
We hide behind the sofa
When the postman rings or knocks.
We don’t brush our hair or moisturise,
We don’t bother with foundation.
The lipstick stays inside the bag,
There’s no make up application.
We light the fire, we get a book,
The cosiest crochet blanket.
Kettle on and biscuits out,
Cat snoring in her basket.
These home alone days must be grabbed,
And cherished, loved and planned.
It’s our guilty pleasure, ladies,
Most men don’t understand.
Recharge those tired batteries,
Give your skin a rest.
Snuggle down and read and snooze
Until your brain has been refreshed.
Order take away delivery
Then settle with your book
It’s not often that they all go out
And you don’t have to cook.
You can’t under estimate these special days
Don’t miss them, don’t you dare!!
Snatch them up and wring them out,
The occurrence is so rare.

Artist : @bdelpesco

Wrinkles…

I have a double chin and I never used to have it
And my hands look like my Grandmas,
When did that happen? Damn it.

My back aches sometimes and my feet,
But I’m not giving in.
My body will keep moving
When the Voltarol kicks in.

If I didn’t pluck the chin hairs,
I think I’d have a beard.
I’m not exactly entirely sure
When my top lip disappeared.

I wake up nightly at three am
And get a cup of tea
Then up again at roughly four
For my roughly millionth wee.

I left school just five minutes ago
Full of hopes and dreams and sass
But times flown by and pretty soon
I’ll be using my first bus pass.

But do you know what I’m loving life
Even though I’m fatter.
My heart is full and my head is wise
And the wrinkles just don’t matter.

The most beautiful art from @lisaaisato

Party Years…

You’re in your twenties going out drinking with your friends.
Sharing all the hangovers, thinking friendship never ends.
Then one by one your journeys change
Some choose family, some careers
And suddenly you find yourself out of touch
From those youthful party years.
Be very sure you had those bonds
Even though in a tipsy haze
You strengthened each others girl power
In those wild tight mini skirt days.
And even though you live in different worlds now
Those memories are respected
Our friendships made us what we are
We will always be connected.

Artwork by the brilliant Beryl Cook 

Sing and Dance…

You don’t need to have rhythm to dance.
You don’t need to be perfect to sing.
If you feel the need to do it.
Don’t worry about these things.

Dance like a ballerina light as the wind
Spin and float like your shoulders are winged
Sing like it’s opera, chant like a monk
Twerk like you have the best junk in your trunk
The platform is yours, don’t sit it out.
The professional skills aren’t what it’s about.
It’s the freedom the joy, the feel good pretending
That you’re on stage at the O2
With thousands attending.
We all need to sing and we all need to dance
Do it right now whilst you still have the chance.

Love this artwork from @desbrophy

Let Them Go …

You know those people,
The ones that shine.
Happy vibes glowing,
Making you feel fine.
Surround yourself with them.

We all deserve to feel brilliant.
To bring out our very best.
And those beautiful souls are out there.
You’ll have no time to feel depressed.

Those who nag you and criticise,
You should let them go.
There’s no place for them in your life.
The seed is planted and now you grow.

Learn and laugh and absorb the joy
Keep the right people near.
Then be that warm light for others,
Another feel good pioneer.

Happy artwork from @ingelook.rus