Still Time

Today has a different feel to it.
It’s warm enough to open the doors
 and I watch the sun
play a game with spring
though I think winter
is just on a coffee break.
Are the green shoots being fooled
or am I?
They poke through the soil and grass
and talk about life starting over.
Maybe  it’s not too late for me;
maybe there is still time.

A Dog’s Bed is His Castle

This is my bed!

I saw you pay, I heard you say,

This is Jack’s bed,

as clear as day.

Are they a bit dim,

the two in there now

‘cos when I approach them

they just say miaow.

And that’s just not good enough,

it’s below the bar

when you’ve been on a long walk

almost too far

and all your bones ache

and your muscles too

and you’ve got lots of

picking at bits to do,

things that have stuck like twigs

and the odd stick

and all you need is

to give them a good lick.

But a dog needs his bed

to attend to all this,

it’s no good just looking

and letting them hiss.

So please stop saying,

Aw, don’t they look sweet,

Get them out of my bed

you could bribe with a treat.

It’s degrading for a dog

lying here on the floor

on a damp dirty mat

just by the door.

I need my bed and I need it now

so please get them out

and I don’t care how.

I could give you a tip though

to help you along,

just grab the hoover

and switch it on.


Grit Flow

courage, resolution, strength of character


Sharing my thoughts and perspective

The Fat Damsel

Poems To Survive In


Life in a flash - a weekly writing blog

Some Good Things

Musings of an explorer...

Poet's Corner

Poems, poets, poetry, writing, poetry challenges


Just a little poetry...

Traces of the Soul

Whispering insights of this, that, then and there

Gramma Krackers

Words of the Wise Krackers


Poets Pub

Leaf And Twig

Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.

Awakened Words

Poetry and Other Ramblings


Writings and Witterings


We want to make a change for those affected by Multiple Sclerosis, follow our exciting story right here...