If Only
When I was a dot on my mummy’s knee
I wish I had listened to what she told me
She was so wise, I was just not
She knew much more than I’ve ever forgot
I was her baby, she was my mum
I wish I could change half the things I've done
I rewarded her daily by driving her mad
Causing her heartache and making her sad
Blaming her always that life wasn’t fair
Loudly declaring she didn’t care
Yet no matter how heated life had become
She still stood beside me ‘cos she was my mum
The day she took flight and this life did depart
It left such a dreadful hole in my heart
Don’t do what I did, don’t make my mistakes
Stay close to your mothers for goodness sake.
Heather Buxton 2015
Categories:
buxton, mother, mother daughter, mothers
Form: Rhyme
Almost New Year
Tic Toc, the countdown’s started,
Another year’s nigh done.
Break out the poppers, the salt and the coal,
In with the new and out with the old,
As parties rage on across the land,
Resulutions emerge from boy and man.
Mistakes forgiven, mishaps forgot,
Alliances forges with every shot.
The old care not, the young don’t know,
The lovers see through Rosie glow,
Blinded by hope and fooled by fear
We welcome in a brand new year.
Drink up ye hearties, make merry ye men,
Your future begins with the chimes of Big Ben
Heather Buxton
Categories:
buxton, new year,
Form: Rhyme
Hash-Tag Pupeteer
#totesamaze,
The comment left upon the page
#losttheplot
The response this comment got
#chatawhile
You have such a lovely smile
#cuttheswag
Your arrogance is such a drag
#instamood
Why have such an attitude
#instacool
Do you think I’m such a fool
#bigitup
You as hench as that close up?
#bootylicious
Come and see, don’t be suspicious
#hadmysay,
Now perhaps you’ll go away.
#disrespected
Your behaviour needs corrected
#notmyfriend
Rude boys like you should never trend.
#reconcile
Perhaps we two could jam a while
#onyourbike
Look and learn you’ve got no likes, but
#withasmile
You’re busted Mr. Paedophile
Heather Buxton
Categories:
buxton, children, computer, corruption, internet,
Form: Rhyme
Wilamena’s Wish
Crouching in the corner is a very dirty place,
I’ve dust all in my hair and an awfully grubby face.
I haven’t done you any harm please let me on my way,
I’ll go past very quickly, don’t stamp on me today
Your stature is enormous, yet I’m so very small,
I fail to understand why you’re scared of me at all.
I’d like to stroll and stretch my legs and socialize with friends,
Discuss the weather, politics or the latest fashion trends.
Take time with my ablutions, dry beneath the sun,
Sip Pimms out in the open, oh wouldn’t it be fun
Not to have to rush around to scurry and to flea,
It would be very, very grand if you weren’t scared of me.
My appearance is distasteful it’s not the one I’d choose,
I’d be graceful, oh so elegant with eyes of baby blue.
But instead I’m big and ugly with way too many legs,
Living life in crevices, eating flies and spinning webs.
Don’t misunderstand me I’m proud of who I am,
I just wish I could find a way to coexist with man.
Heather Buxton December 9th 2014
Blank Verse
Categories:
buxton, animal, character, children,
Form: Rhyme
A Christmas Snow
Twinkle Christmas snowflake bright
Icy star so pure and white
Glistening in the winter sun
This season’s antics have begun
Twinkle Christmas snowflake pure
Glistening frosting so demure
In silence falls upon this land
Causing chaos where you can
Twinkle Christmas snowflake light
Flurrying down from out of sight
Creating with your gentle touch
A Christmas scene we love so much.
Heather Buxton 2014
Categories:
buxton, christmas, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Don’t Pressure Me
Get off my case and get out of my face
I’m doing my best, just give me some space
Stop the complaining you’re winding me up
I’ve listened to you but now heard enough
I don’t live in your world, I live in mine
And here you get nothing if you just whine
I want to help you I honestly do
But you’re making it hard, you're being so rude.
One day you will learn that manners are free
It’s not rocket science, you don’t need a degree
So leave me alone while I try to succeed
If you don’t, there’s the door mind your head as you leave.
Heather Buxton 2014
Categories:
buxton, angst, appreciation, how i
Form: Rhyme
Hope for Tomorrow
Daddy, why are you wearing a poppy?
What is it trying to say?
Why does this act of remembering
Happen on only one day?
Mummy, why are you buying a poppy?
And why does it have to be red?
why just the blood not the body
Is all we recall of the dead?
Granny, why do all of the poppies,
Worn by the thousands today,
Fall out of favour tomorrow,
Then just get thrown away?
Grandad, why does the heart of the poppy
Look like a black lump of coal?
All those soldiers that died for our freedom
Surely they had hearts made of gold.
Daddy can I wear a poppy
But I want mine to be white
I want to hope for the future
That next time we might get it right!
Heather Buxton 2014
Categories:
buxton, hope, memorial day, remember,
Form: Rhyme
Name: Heather Buxton Verse Category – rhyme
Contest – Design Your Tableau Date of Poem: 17th October, 2014
Tableau of Life
Possesions apart
Joy can fill your heart
Real treasures we see
Are totally free
Just look, you’ll agree.
Behold them with glee.
Quote“Happiness doesn’t lie in the objects we gather around us. To find it, all we need to do is open our eyes.”
Categories:
buxton, life,
Form: Rhyme
Ha-llo-ween
In the dead of the night witches fly
On their broomsticks across silken skies
There they practice their art without fear
On this one frightful night of the year.
Trick or treat is the cry of the young
As they hover round each hearth and home
Unaware of the dangers they’d meet
As they knock on the doors down their street
Dressed as zombies or demons or ghosts
Grisly faces look totally gross
With ‘terror’ they scream as they play
On the eve of that sinister day
With their cauldrons of sweets they return
Safely home without cause for concern
As on All Hallows eve when that clock strikes thirteen
The undead then reclaim Halloween.
Heather Buxton 2014
Categories:
buxton, halloween,
Form: Rhyme