Incomplete Jigsaw

You wake up in the morning
With a dream still in your head,
And you’re nowhere near to sorting it all out.
As the daylight comes at dawning
Up you get and leave your bed,
All’s confusion, giving you so much misdoubt.

Trying to sift through what is left
Within your dazed sub-conscious mind,
Things aren’t fitting, it’s an incomplete jigsaw.
Makes you feel somewhat bereft
When nothing concrete seems defined,
And quick flashes are too difficult to explore.

Yet a feeling stays around you,
Of some other, different sphere,
One where all your inhibitions had taken flight.
But when reality breaks through,
And you’re back with your veneer,
Then the dream is just a phantom of the night.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Runners Sing

The sledge sped across the hardening snow,
huskies in unison, strongly speeding
Bitter cold swirling winds, spitefully blow,
but no living thing gives any heeding.

Pounding along, sharp claws gripping the trail,
with tremendous fleetness they travel fast.
Like a freight train zooming off down the rail,
each fighting the freezing blizzard's full blast.

How powerful these dogs, what a stunning feat,
to haul a toboggan over such land.
With coats of thick fur that keep out harsh sleet,
ordered to fly at a humans command.

The runners sing as they kiss the smooth ice,
gliding so free, sending up stinging sprays.
Hurtling ever onwards, gone in a trice,
a sight astounding on bleak Winter days.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Smile Once More

Brush away the tears within your eyes,
Sweep out all despair and smile once more.
Let the years leave you with feelings wise,
Keeping all you've gleaned, safely in store.

Use this knowledge profoundly when you can,
Waste it not, your days have fruitful been.
Value all you've learnt since your life began,
And find happiness in everything you've seen.

Brush away the tears within your eyes,
Let sunshine freely enter and take their place.
And as the weeping seeps away and dries,
A happier time of life, you will embrace.

For there is always hopefulness in the soul,
Such brightness hidden there behind the cloud.
Making our melancholy spirits whole,
When smiling once more, we feel truly endowed.

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

First Past The Post - The Grand National

Let’s bet on a horse
to finish the course.
Let’s win an amount,
to boost our account.
The jockeys are light,
and sunshine is bright,
The bookmakers shout,
All trying to tout.
Sleek fillies parade,
Fortunes to be made.

The stalls are all filled.
The thrills start to build.
They’re off down the straight,
not knowing their fate.
A few go ahead,
but most fall instead.
Excitement now mounts,
It’s winning that counts.
Just one lap to go.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

A Fascinating State

I’d love to be an archaeologist,
and dig up a real good find.
A skeleton or two would frankly do,
each one of a human kind.

Some pottery, and tiles of mosaic,
jewellery that women wore,
back through stages, in far distant ages.
Even a dinosaur’s jaw.

There were Romans, Saxons, and Vikings,
who all roamed over our land.
With their pleasures, they must leave some treasures,
to be uncovered by hand.

Hours of gentle light digging and scraping,
at soil to reveal a prize.
A coin, some flax, buckle of bronze, flint axe,
can make one’s excitement rise.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Keep A Rhythm

Push out the boat and let us row downriver,
Under bridges and around each curving bend.
Dipping the oars as cleanly as we’re able,
And pulling strongly, to reach our journey’s end.

The currents are quite powerful as we travel,
And concentration has to be intense,
But we will keep a rhythm in the doing,
And on completion, thrills will be immense.

Push out the boat and let us row upriver,
Gliding through the water like a dream.
Such a sight, is this vessel when in motion,
As we together, make our way upstream.

In control, there can be nothing nicer,
Great fulfilment with each stroke that’s plied.
A Sunday afternoon of such sheer pleasure,
When skimming o’er the water, starry-eyed.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Bench

I saw her and felt very sad
There she was, thinly clad,
Sitting on a bench on a railway station,
Motionless, there was no animation,
No showing of any observation,
Her aura was one of devastation,
Although things were happening all around her,
Nothing seemed to make her move or even stir,
Actually no movement of any kind,
She was acting, totally blind,
No spark of recognition,
Or of making a decision,
Staring blankly into space,
As if lost without a trace.
I wondered what was making her this way,
All I could do for her, was to silently pray,
And watch the tears go sliding down her face,
Oblivious of the place, that was her location,
Which was, sitting on a bench on a railway station.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

For Freedom

Remember them, for they were once like you,
With hopes, emotions, days of grey and blue.
Accepting combat, trying to win through,
To fight again, for freedom.

Remember them, for they were young and green,
With so much life ahead, as yet unseen.
They knew not what they faced, but all were keen,
To fight again, for freedom.

Remember them, each fought to give us peace,
That each fierce conflict in this world, would cease.
And then when all was done, they’d find release,
From fighting foes, for freedom.

Remember them, who’ve joined the heroes roll,
Their names inscribed now, on a parchment scroll.
Thousands did not survive the war’s hellhole,
To fight again, for freedom.

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

Chelsea Flower Show

Come and see the flowers in bloom,
Heavenly scents to fill a room,
Elaborate blossoms, in every hue,
Looking up, the sun to view,
Summer's here, and what a show,
Endless varieties for you to grow,
All kinds of plants for sun and shade,
Ferns and foliage, beautifully displayed,
Lavish garden designs, which are seen by the Queen,
On the BBC Channels you can view the whole scene,
Watching the gardeners, their fingers crossed,
Each one hoping, to get a certificate embossed,
Royal Horticultural Society, what a thrill,
Such excitement, hoping that all their skill,
Happens to get noticed by the Judges, who are,
Over the moon, and think they're a star,
Whatever the outcome, they all are, by far!

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!

The Somme - 1916

Proud I was, to join up and fight for my Country.
The khaki uniform, the regimental badge.

Then I saw Charlie. He bled to death, poor sod,
no one to help him,
he was just cannon fodder.

Are we winning Sarge?

Stuck in this filthy trench, socks saturated, serge wet,
soul soaked in despair.

What're we fighting for Sarge?

I'd write home, but they'd most likely never receive it,
and even a letter would be plastered with mud
before it even got as far as the envelope.

Ammo's low Sarge!

[...] Read more

poem by Ernestine Northover
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!