Up, Up and Away…. by mauveone.

My balloon is blue and romantic,

Drifting like a fairy. Bright and airy.

Decorated with Forget Me Nots.


My balloon has light strings,

its basket is blue

No people in its basket,

But full of pretty, dainty

Forget Me Nots

Going for a ride

To keep this precious cargo

Safe and making sure it does not

Fly too far away. It’s strong

Blue Anchor.

Holds it in place.

NOTE: Inspiration for this poem a

is a vintage Postcard (1908 approx.)

By Misch & Co. “Floraltown”.

Designed in England.

Printed in Germany.



Transient Joys.

Transient Joys,      by mauveone.

The relief and pride on a mothers

Face when she holds her baby

For the first time.


The happy gurgle from that baby

When they discover they have toes

For the first time.


Those first few hesitant steps

Wobbling across the carpet

To daddy for the first time.


The first day at nursery or school

You know no one and nothing

Maybe leaving mummy

For the first time.


School days pass in a whirr

Lessons, homework, friends

New things, new places

The its work or University

For the first time.


Life gets more exciting,

Boy friends, girl friends

Loosening the bonds of home

Gap years, holidays, travel

For the first time.


Meeting that special person,

Love blossoming, moving in together

Marriage, that wonderful exciting

First day, sharing for the first time.


So, the circle of life progresses,

Pregnancy, thoughts of parenthood

All those thoughts, hopes and plans

Shared for the first time.

Thought for today – for a Poet.

Thought for today – for a Poet.

LIVE like a poet

SPEAK like a poet

LOVE like a poet

THINK like a poet

DREAM like a poet

ACT like a poet.

Will it make you into a poet? You can only try it and see!

You do need to actually DO SOMETHING as well…….


The Bluebell by Emily Bronte.

The Bluebell – Emily Brontë

The Bluebell is the sweetest flower

That waves in summer air:

Its blossoms have the mightiest power

To soothe my spirit’s care.

There is a spell in purple heath

Too wildly, sadly dear;

The violet has a fragrant breath,

But fragrance will not cheer,

The trees are bare, the sun is cold,

And seldom, seldom seen;

The heavens have lost their zone of gold,

And earth her robe of green.

And ice upon the glancing stream

Has cast its sombre shade;

And distant hills and valleys seem

In frozen mist arrayed.

The Bluebell cannot charm me now,

The heath has lost its bloom;

The violets in the glen below,

They yield no sweet perfume.

But, though I mourn the sweet Bluebell,

‘Tis better far away;

I know how fast my tears would swell

To see it smile today.

For, oh! when chill the sunbeams fall

Adown that dreary sky,

And gild yon dank and darkened wall

With transient brilliancy;

How do I weep, how do I pine

For the time of flowers to come,

And turn me from that fading shine,

To mourn the fields of home!


Ancient Tree by Thomas R. Ruffin.

Ancient tree

sit there beneath winter heartbreak

and be burdened by the contravention of man

tree of immeasurable wisdom

limbs be weighted and deadened

decay will set from outward in

as time is not kind

all things end

old trees becomes then fallen

upon forest floors they rot

into the earth

without decent notice

and then, in some time, they are forgotten

ancient trees

much like men

yet from men escape souls

and in spiracle waft they go

… the souls of men

but trees

absent such souls

have earthly bindings

so upon cold forest ground

they rot

ancient trees.


30 of 30 poems. “The Best is yet to Be”.

30th 0f 30. “The best is yet to be”.

We have come to the end of April,

We can look forward to some warmer,

Lighter days in the month of May…….


We have had, the “Beast from the East”,

We have had unexpected winds and snow,

We have had unexpected sunshine,

Which brought out early flowering bulbs.


We have seen the gaiety in the garden,

We have riots of colours, green grass.

We have seen Blues, Mauves and Red.

We have seen birds beginning to

Build nests. Street lights, light later!

Yes, May is bringing us hope!!


NOTE: I have used a quote from

Robert Browning as my title.

29th of 30 poems. Openings on the 29th April.

It was shock, horror and “shall we go?”

29th April 1953, the Queen opened

her doors to the public at

Buckingham Palace.

She did not wear an apron

or serve tea and cakes!!

The opening was a huge



29th April 1958, the musical “My

Fair Lady”, opened in London at

Drury Lane Theatre, we were

Introduced to Professor Higgins who

Educated Eliza about “The Rain in

Spain”. The opening was a huge