tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40451912523254659722024-03-08T04:00:15.809-08:00Poetry for AllA collection of poems I have written to amuse, stimulate and even inspire you.
Hope you will enjoy them.
Best Wishes Johnjohn tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-71205591624768919862010-08-06T06:13:00.000-07:002010-08-06T06:17:09.347-07:00Sweet Thoughts of You!<div align="center"><br />Sweet thoughts of you -that filter through.<br />Fill my heart with joy!<br />And help me do the things I do,<br />Today and every day!<br /><br />I have not lost the love we knew,<br />For you are everywhere.<br />Sharing my life - just the same,<br />Exactly like before!<br /><br />And as I watch our little girl<br />Playing happily in the sand.<br />I smile and await the happy day;<br />When once more, I hold your hand…..<br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Copyright © John Tucker All Rights Reserved</span> </div>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-87276719381174631472010-07-15T17:59:00.000-07:002010-07-15T18:46:46.907-07:00The Countryside<div align="center"><strong>The countryside will always be,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>More dear, than city life, to me.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>The bleats of playful lambs in spring,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Blend with the song of birds that sing.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Morning sun reflects, in mist and dew,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>A sparkling haze, too bright to view.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Yellow meadows, filled with celandines,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Buttercups and dandelions.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>In bluebell woods, shy fallow deer,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>In woodland glades, sometimes appear.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>By day, the badger is unseen;</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Curled up at home, asleep, serene.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Along the hedgerow, rabbits play;</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Hop about - munch grass all day.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Their long ears alert to any sound;</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Aware of everything around!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Cows grazing in a field nearby,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>An aged donkey heaves a sigh.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Pigeons cooing, lovebirds loving,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>A barking dog, a farmer sowing.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>Nearby a streams, clear, tinkling waters stray.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Through fields of golden corn and hay.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>And - as balmy breezes shiver,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Rustling leaves are all aquiver!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>And swaying on a blade of corn,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>A baby fieldmouse, not long born;</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Nibbles at the ears of wheat,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Hanging on by tail and feet.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>******</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>With space to breathe</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>- tranquility -</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>The concrete jungles not for me!</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright john tucker</span></div>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-20276310259698305362008-09-10T04:33:00.000-07:002008-09-10T04:41:24.826-07:00The VisitYou flipped your lid<br />- at the things I did.<br />When I first met your Mum for tea.<br />It was such cruel fate<br />When some jam I ate<br />Ended up on her new settee.<br /><br />But was it really my fault?<br />That her cat got caught<br />-in the flap when I slammed the door.<br />Or that the budgie flew out of the window<br />When I knocked its cage to the floor.<br /><br />It was courting disaster<br />As I roared with laughter<br />When her false teeth fell out on her plate<br />I stifled a grin<br />-as she put them back in.<br />I could tell she was getting irate.<br /><br />As I got up to leave<br />I knocked her cup with my sleeve<br />And tea splashed down her best dress.<br />The cat gave a wail<br />- when I trod on its tail.<br />I knew she wasn't impressed.<br /><br />My girl slipped me a note<br />That she hastily wrote.<br />Insisting that we should go.<br />Still...........<br />Next week could be fun<br />We're off on a run<br />- down to Kent to meet her Aunt Flo.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-56380807379086301662008-09-09T06:00:00.000-07:002008-09-10T03:59:31.214-07:00A Load of RubbishThe dustbin men came this morning<br />With their normal clatter and din.<br />As per usual when they'd gone<br />There was more in the road than was in.<br /><br />I took a look through the window<br />You know it was such a sin<br />There still patiently waiting<br />Stood my poor lonely dustbin.<br /><br />The dustbin men had forgotten him<br />The others were empty and bare.<br />Mine had waited all morning for nothing.<br />It just didn't seem fair.<br /><br />I felt so sorry for him<br />So alone out there in the rain.<br />With rubbish all over and in him<br />It did seem such a shame.<br /><br />At last I could bear it no longer<br />Quickly outside I strode<br />And tipped all the rubbish within him<br />With what they'd left in the road.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-87656330408967819142008-09-09T05:54:00.000-07:002008-09-10T04:01:11.455-07:00Half - of - OneThroughout the years.<br />Through Love and Tears.<br />Through Sun and Stormy weather !<br />Our love has grown<br />- is growing still<br />- and will endure forever !<br />After all this time<br />The two of us<br />Have now become as one !<br />And when you're not with me my Love<br />I'm only ' Half - of - One '<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-50958827376265708352008-09-09T05:37:00.000-07:002008-09-10T04:02:14.040-07:00BirthAn eerie quiet filled the night<br />- everywhere.<br />Trees stood statuesque<br />- but for the odd breath of air.<br />Toward the east the yellow glow<br />- of yet another dawn.<br />It seemed to me as though the world<br />- was waiting to be born.<br />The houses in the distance<br />- starkly outlined on a hill.<br />Emphasised the silence<br />- of the early morning chill.<br />The moment was so brief<br />The birth painlessly swift.<br />The transformation night to day<br />- was but a fleeting kiss.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-89483172267265982362008-09-09T05:29:00.000-07:002008-09-10T04:08:46.737-07:00My FriendI'm lucky to have a friend like you<br />Whose kind and thoughtful ways<br />Helped me through the bad times<br />- as you were there for me always.<br />Your constant encouragement<br />Those few kind words of praise.<br />Enabled me to overcome<br />The very worst of days.<br />So if you should ever need me<br />- or I can help in any way.<br />You only have to ask my friend<br />You only have to say!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-85998961385374909762008-09-08T16:24:00.000-07:002008-09-10T04:11:06.332-07:00Perfect HarmonyAn apple grows upon a tree.<br />A grape upon a vine.<br /><br />They live in perfect harmony<br />- as does your heart with mine !<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-67681620950555132542008-09-08T09:08:00.000-07:002008-09-10T04:26:37.744-07:00Good AdviceWhat will my few words say to you ?<br /><br />Will they affect the things you do ?<br /><br /><br />Will you remember what i've said<br /><br />- or act in other ways instead.<br /><br /><br />Will you heed my good advice<br /><br />- or put my common sense on ice!<br /><br />Maybe you'll smile<br /><br />- and softly say.<br /><br />Thank you for your help today.<br /><br />Then leave<br /><br />- and go your own sweet way.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4045191252325465972.post-56918131092510123522008-09-07T18:27:00.000-07:002010-07-14T14:57:27.473-07:00ReminiscingIn life so grim around me.<br /><br />My mind turns back a page.<br /><br />To memories far behind me.<br /><br />Deep in mists of age.<br /><br /><br /><br />So far a mind d'oth wander.<br /><br />Through tunnels e'er so old.<br /><br />To stay a while and ponder.<br /><br />On cherished days retold.<br /><br /><br /><br />For - now I'm getting older.<br /><br />Much of my life now spent.<br /><br />No more youthful vigour.<br /><br />My body twisted - bent!<br /><br /><br /><br />Time spent reminiscing<br /><br /><div>Even for a little while.<br /><br />Brings light into the shadows,<br /><br />And leaves a wistful smile.....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Copyright John Tucker 2008</span></div>john tuckerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01877927017261881244noreply@blogger.com0