Little things mean a lot

Big

Bigger

Biggest

Small

Smaller

Smallest

One hundred metres

Two hundred metres

Four hundred metres

Eight  hundred metres

Marathon

Hungry

Hungrier

Hungriest

Silly

Sillier

Silliest

Espresso

latte

Hot  chocolate  with  a  flake, marshmallows and cream

Moody, who me?

I'm in a dark mood today.

I'm trying to keep my anger at bay.

Feelings are bubbling up inside that cannot be set free.

And it's not going to be made better by a cup Rosy lee.

I feel as if a cloud is hanging over my head and it won't go away.

It's keeping the nice me at bay.

I'm trying to snap out of it, but it's not working.

It really is disconcerting.

I'm going to have to eat some sweets or cake.

Or a ninety-nine with a giant flake.

Because this banana and these grapes have not done the trick.

In fact, this fruit is really getting on my wick.

I can taste that strawberry Swiss roll as I speak.

Because I'm foolish and extremely weak.

So weak, that I'm going to search the cupboard for everything that contains sugar.

I'm going to eat something that is ten times bigger.

Then my mood will not be in vain.

Because I'll stuff my face with goodies until I'm writhing around in pain.

That way, I'll have something to be moody for,

and a good reason for being a bore.

Sue's Modern Sonnet

Sonnet or no sonnet that is the plea

Will I be able to copy the Bard?

 We will just have to wait and see won't we.

Mine won't go down in history, it's hard.

I am trying my best, it's such a test.

Yet I will carry on, although I'm vexed.

I'm wavering, but just trying I'm blessed.

Sadly, this is such a demanding text.

Nearly there but not sure if it is right.

Alas, concentration seems to be it.

All right, I'm now up for this massive fight.

There you go, I've actually done it.

I leave it to you now to ascertain

if all this tricky work has been in vain.

A walk in the sunshine

What a great day we had today,

while walking calmly around the bay.

We sat in a castle steeped with history.
One of Henry's finest forts, and it was calm; not at all blustery.

We imagined the French and Spanish fleet, waiting out to sea.
That was before we had a cup of tea.

But that was in the sixteenth century, in a time of  war.
Now it is a tranquil shore.

We sat on a bench beside the stone wall, a reminder of what was.
Of the sailors, fighting for a cause.

The glistening sun beat down on us, so we retreated to a bench in the shade.
Where we let the memories of the past fade.

Then we walked up to the battlements and looked out across the sea.
Modern day surfaced and we were glad to be free.

Emotions

I'm feeling like:

A comfortable chair,

with a little wear and tear.

A satisfied customer who finds joy in cakes

and who really likes those Jam Bakes.

A calm comfort blanket, 

where I hide under when I eat my chocolate.

A keen runner, willing to go that extra mile,

with an enthralling smile.

An accepting person who is happy with their lot,

even though sometimes I lose the plot.

But most of the time I feel: 

puzzled

fuddled

baffled

muddled

troubled

puddled

 ( But we won't talk about that!)

The sayings poem

I've had my cake and eaten it,

and I've loved every bit.

I've also sailed close to the wind.

Although I have not sinned.

I can produce a great shopping list.

But as for handing over the money, they'll just get scotch mist.

I'm not sure about charity begins at home, surely that can't be true?

Because ten pound notes in my house are few.

As for feathering my nest.

It's my hubby who knows best.

And the white elephant in the room, I'm sure it's got free,

because it's certainly not standing next to me.

The penny has dropped is a good one, but I'm sad to say,

it probably relates to me and I'm not sure that's okay. 

My least favourite one of all, is do as you would be done by,

because they're all doing it to me and I'm the good guy.

But my favourite one of all, is walls have ears.

In that case, you better stop jumping on the bed and drinking those beers.

Shopping list

Potato

Tomato

Coke

Egg Yolk

Steak 

Cake

Beans

Greens

Bread

Cheese spread

Ice

Rice

Cheese

Peas.

And Chocolate too

It's all right, I'm going to share.

You can have some too.

Go away!

You looking at me!

Are you here to set me free?

I like it here, so buzz off and let me be! 

Plums

Plums are really juicy and sweet.

They are another fruit that is good to eat.

But what about that gigantic stone.

It's worse than a fish bone.

I really don't know why it has to be so large.

It's bigger than a barge.

In fact, that pip could choke you if you were unaware.

So buyer beware!

Raspberries

Those raspberries are so small and cute.

They really are a wonderful fruit.

They are so small and furry.

They are nearly as cool as a Curly Wurly.

Remember them, when you bit into them, the chocolate always cracked and fell onto the floor.

Oh dear, I digress, that is so poor.

Let's get back to those furry bubbly berries.
They are just as good as a bowl of cherries.

For when you put those raspberries up to your lips.
They don't affect your hips.

It's like putting soft little bubbles up to your mouth; they are like  kisses, soft and kind.
They really are a great find.


And they look so cute, as they sit in the punnet, waiting for someone to take them home.
Especially when we cover them with that aerosol creamy foam.

Oh yes!
Raspberries are simply the best.
Better than all the rest.

I feel a song coming on.

What a difference a day makes

My mood has lifted and I'm feeling great.

Not at all irritable or irate.

My mood swings are amazing and although I thought I was nearly over the change, perhaps I'm not!

Can't sleep, hot flushes, fuzzy mind, I've still got the lot.

At first, I put my flushes down to the fact that we have hot weather.

But I keep going red, as if I have high blood pressure.

The moods seem to come in swings and roundabouts.

Sometimes I want to kiss my hubby and then at other times, I want to give him a well earned clout!

He must think he has a mistress, when I keep going from one mood to another.

I really am a lot of bother.

Still, I keep him on his toes.

Because he never knows if I am euphoric or have the woes.

Well, he's still married to me, I suppose he can keep up with the fuss.

Although sometimes, I should imagine, he'd love to get a number 1 bus.

Or even a plane some days.

Because honestly I wonder why he stays.

Not really, I know he loves me and I love him to bits.

Even though sometimes I must get on his wits.

Yesterday, I was happy to be me, but today, I'm just me!

I nearly didn't do my poetry blog today.

Don't know why? I just don't want to play.

I'm feeling a little fragile and a perhaps a little low.

I'm hoping my passion for poetry will help me grow.

I think I'm a little tired, perhaps an early night.

I really can't be bothered to write.

For the moment, I seemed to have lost some of my fight.

For the first time since forever, I don't feel quite right.

I'm also missing my baby boy, perhaps that could be it.

Because honestly, I feel like .......

It's good to be me

Feeling affected

Feeling unique

Feeling hardy

Feeling loved 

Feeling in the pink

Feeling apprhensive

Feeling optimistic

Feeling proud

But |I'm not feeling BLUE

I've a range of emotions going around in my head,

but enough said.

Because none of them are bad or sad.

Honestly, I'm feeling kinda glad.

However, I'm wondering if my protestations are hiding something  within that I do not want to face.

Because sometimes, I don't feel part of the human race.

No that's not true! 

It's only in the morning when I feel blue.

Because when I get up, I don't feel part of this world.

When my hair is all mangled and twirled.

 I don't come alive until I've had three cups of tea.

But hey! that's just me.

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In fact, I think the day should start at half past three.

Just to accommodate me. 

The Tennis Menace

Watching a tennis player who is on your side,

is frustrating when his shots are going wide.

Every shot he takes seems so important and when he misses,

 I'm in pieces.

Truthfully, I'd prefer to know the outcome and watch it later,

because all the swearing I do, requires a translator.

My heart keeps jumping into my mouth when it is close.

They really are brilliant these tennis pros.

But I'm on edge all the time,

when sometimes there is a mountain to climb.

Yet here I am, watching a match today.

And can I stop watching it....NO WAY!

Not just any old bag

My Cath kidston bag had it's debut today.

There was no foul play.

If you don't count the times it was pushed up against the wall,

by a passer by who was far too tall.

Or the times it was kicked by a passenger in the front of the car.

Or the time I had to dislodge it from between the chair leg and the table with a crowbar.

It's not a safe world out there for inanimate objects for sure,

and to put it through that again, will just be immature.

No! I'm not going to take the chance of it being hurt again.

What if it fell down a drain?

I know, I know, that's going a bit far.

But I don't want it to scar.

I didn't want to use the popper either in case it broke.

If I'm not careful, all this worrying will cause a stroke.

So just for a while I'm going to put it back on the top shelf,

and keep its beauty all to myself.

Even though the woman at the interview remarked on how brilliant it was.

I'm not going to give anybody just cause.

I don't want anyone to be put in harms way,

if my temper happened to stray.

No, I'm not prepared to take that chance.

But if you want to see its beauty.... you only have to ask. 

Well! it was interview day today.

I concentrated and did not stray. (much)

Apart from once when I made a little error.

Nothing too bad, but something that may give me the tremors.

Apart from that one thing, the interview went really well.

Myself, I did not undersell.

But I'm not going to jump and cheer,

for I don't think I've got it, I fear.

They said that they would let me know tomorrow morning or Wednesday at the latest.

Sadly, I think I know my stasis.

We all know that if you haven't heard anything on the day,

they don't want you to come out to play.

But really, what harm has it done?

I'm still having fun.

It just means searching the net for jobs that have already gone.

And the job hunting just dragging on and on.

But all is not lost, I managed to apply for another two today.

But with a lack of experience, they'll just cast me away.

I've always got the agency next week, they seem really keen.

Oh dear! I feel the need to go to a cash machine.

That's what I do when I feel a little low,

I let all my cash go.........

into the hands of retailers and

and tailors.

But today, after the interview, I only spent a pound,

because that's all I had left after paying for a round.

Oh dear!  I've got those interview jitters

I have an interview tomorrow and although I'm trying to keep the jitters at bay.

Those pesky little things will not go away.

I've tried to play computer games and even did some colouring.

But still..... I'm suffering.

I don't know why I feel this way, as I have other options, so this is just strange.

As for emotions, I have a wide range.

But I've done a little homework about the place.

So when they ask me a question, I won't be staring into space.

I'm going to be myself, I think that is best,
and I'm going to try my hardest not to be stressed.

I'm wondering if it's the weather?

Changing my mood and making me all a quiver.

Because, one minute it's warm, then cold, then hot, which is rather like the way I'm feeling.

I'm so coiled up, if I'm not careful, I'll be walking on the ceiling.

..........................

But will happen if I am not successful?
Will it honestly be that monumental?

Will I starve if I don't get this job?

No, I've still got a few bob.

Will I die if I don't get it?

No, I'll probably still be fit. (ish)

Will it be my last interview ever?

I hope not, I'm quite clever.

..............................

But after much deliberation, I've thought of a bonus if I don't get it.

I'll hide my disappointment by getting some new kit.

And believe me, I'll milk my sorrow for everything I've got.

I've a little money in the pot.

 I will be hunting for new clothes until I drop.

I'll be going into every shop.

If that doesn't placate me, then nothing will.
Unless I give alcohol a twirl.

Only joking, that's just not me.
Now I've got to stop panicking, and just wait and see.

..............................

Childhood Sunday

I remember those Sundays like it was yesterday.

It was the night before school, and an end to play.

It was a time to dread going back to school on Monday.

We so wanted Sunday to stay.

It was when we had our weekly bath and went to bed early.

When mum was trying to keep calm, in all the Hurley burly.

And I must not forget that fantastic roast,

as well as tea time beans on toast.

It was early to bed that night,

and we had to turn of the light.

Which was abhorrent to me.

Because my book I could not see.

But I bought a torch and hid under the blankets, I didn't want to cause dissent.

But it enabled me to read to my heart's content.

I had many a great adventure with those famous five.

They were a massive part of my world and helped me to thrive.

Home is definitely where my heart is.

Oh my! what a difference from last night.

When I felt ready for a fight.

Now I'm feeling almost euphoric.

My rise from down to up is meteoric.

My moods change like the wind.

But it is the weekend.

I've been shopping with my hubby and we had brunch.
Although at 1.30, it is probably classified as lunch.

I feel calm and reassured with the family at home.
Thank god for our lovely chromosomes.

I'm rambling.....rescue me!

Somebody give me some coffee, can't you see.

This is not the real me.

I need some coffee and cake.

If I don't get it soon, the earth's going to shake.

Flame throwers I'm waffling big time.

For me, it's bed time.

So get up the stairs Sue and stop rhyming so much.

Go quick. You're starting to write Double Dutch.

Oh no! I'm still rambling on, and on and on and on.

Once again I'm playing the same old song.

It's all about me me me.

Yes, I knew you'd agree!

But I haven't got the energy to pull my fingers of the key.

Hurry up someone....... rescue me.

Yep. I'm still here, I'm in disguise.

Better go now, it's nearly sunrise.

It's still me.

I'm fetching a cup of tea.

Nope, still haven't  gone!

This is so wrong.  lol

No, still here, I'm eating my cake.

I've also got a chocolate flake.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzz

For the safety of others, I need to go to bed!

I really have to get to bed.

I'm feeling half dead.

I'm so tired I'm ready to spit.

Better get to bed in case I have a fit.

I'm uptight and coiled so tight,

that if were to erupt, it would be an amazing sight.

There would be expletives flying across the bay.

Believe me, somebody would pay.

It's not even the witching hour and this crones all 

uptight.

If I looked in the mirror now, I'm sure I'd have a fright.

Better get to bed before I explode,

else, there will be debris across the road.

I'm blaming that SAD syndrome, it's all the sun's fault.

I'm going to bed now, via the pole vault.

Forlorn

Easily annoyed

Everyones getting on my nerves

Looking shabby chic

In the dumps

Niggly

Gloomy

Bleary eyed

Low spirits

Under the weather

Emotionless