Best Jumper Poems

Musty antiquity 
within.
Spice inside
a cauldron 
of ripe reason. 
Five months 
unshelved 
brewing boiling 
now the suave coolness,
animals don’t know
how to simmer their lovebroth
like this.

Only the...

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The horse is a fascinating creature that serves us so well


Having had a life long relationship with horses
I am full of admiration for their endless...

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Another Christmas day is finally here
The very thought fills me with such fear
I have to try and control my old Aunty Mable
Once she hits the...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, I’d forgotten the sprouts
So I sent out a plea to the local boy scouts
I’d remembered the crackers, the turkey and...

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On the horizon our sleepy sun now slowly sinks
Painting the skyline in swirls of lilacs, oranges and pinks

The suns smile has faded and night draws...

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They are going to put up the prices
But say we will hardly notice the cost
They plan to increase the standing charges 
But spread them out...

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I was visited by brothers Zog and Ziggy
Who landed from planet Plumfiggy
They were attracted by my Christmas lights
Both joined in when we had snowball fights

Zog...

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Second hand smoke can kill you
But so can second hand love
Like a jumper on top of a building
'Til someone gives him a shove

You compare me...

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The smatter and patter of May showers,
Falls on the remnants of April flowers;
Rivulets of design the soft rain weaves,
Running freely among March's fallen leaves.

Autumn is...

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Blackberry bushes barricade the background
of your immature stature.
Braided chestnut hair rests gently 
on weakly shoulders
as your hazel eyes beam a child's rippling wonder.
Bee-glazed berry juice...

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This is a poem request on my Instagram page (Daisy Meadows) where I show my first book published. Little Daisy Poetry by Daisy Meadows. 

WINTER...

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If our words were carved into our skin,
Like a legacy on a tombstone.
Do you think that people would embrace these words?
Or do you think that...

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She rises, my little girl, a small crown
Of blooms, purple jumper, and white blouse. Down
Town, she holds a yellow, blue
Flag on broom stick and walks...

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Friendship in a Covid world. (C) Arthur Abrahamson January 2021 

My Facebook friends photo stares back at me from the blue tinted screen

A 13 -year-old...

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Disability, Illness and Fundamentalism

My brother died of Cystic Fibrosis, 
When I was twelve and he fourteen, 
It took away his ambitions, 
To study at Oxford...

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