WRITERS BLOCK  ã 2006 

Where to start

How to begin

Sometimes it’s easy

When the pen’s in a spin

But to look at blank paper

With my thoughts off elsewhere

Getting down the first word

Is not easy I swear

The fear and frustration

As I see paper, virgin white

When writers block hits

I become stiff with fright

I know I’ll see

Light at the tunnels far end

A pinprick it will do me

When will this darkness end?

 Then it comes

A thought, an idea

Banished at once

The frustration and fear

I was worried for a while

I had dried up for good

Now my face has a smile

As I knew it would

No more blank paper

And no more virgin white

I’m off now on a caper

I must work throughout the night

My pen’s working overtime

To make up the lost ground

To write down my thoughts

While they’re still fresh in my mind

      

           

Recycled Thoughts - ã 2006

We take glass unless it’s broken

We take paper if it’s not too wooden

We don’t take card, as it’s too hard

Nor paper if it’s glossy

We are not fussy,

We are just choosy

We take tins by the hundred but

We don’t take plastic as that’s too drastic

We like to think we give a service

We like to think that we are green

Our customers may think we are a mess

That our ideas are not what they seem

One thing is for sure

We are all at sea

Our ideas of keeping our planet green

Is way off the mark, we are not what we seem

Perhaps, if we recycled our thoughts

And didn’t just pretend  

Our customers green ambitions

Would be met halfway in the end

A greener planet could then be achieved

If every last one of us could start and believe

That what was put out would be taken away

Whether glass or plastic, tin or card

Magazines or papers it shouldn’t be hard

Virtually everything is recyclable

It just needs effort and the will applied

Then generations to come could live greener lives