Hazel Connelly

Hazel Connelly Poems

Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.
...

The hen night is a girls night out
Time for them all to bond and shout
They say all they have to say
Prior to the wedding day.
...

I was fit and feisty at fifty
It was no big deal
Because that's how half a century
Is supposed to feel.
...

A slumberous sense of seclusion
As sleep is drifting from my eyes,
I look upon the translucent shade of the morning dew
While I, moving slowly do arise.
...

The attic holds such fascination
I climb the ladder in trepidation,
The attic is a time machine
Most things hidden and unseen,
...

Floating all night on waves of clouds
Searching for what life enshrouds
Woke in the morning to the misty dew
Lost in thought of the day anew.
...

I've won a day at the races
For me and my friend Pat Maguire
Posh frocks and new hats
That's what we require.
...

Magical moments of pure sweet passion
Flutters within my hearts devotion
Two hearts beating they know it's just right
The beat grows stronger then fades in the night.
...

The feeling of peace longing for more
Watching reflections move with the flow
The water ripples beneath my toes
And of this place no one knows.
...

I saw an ad in the local paper
A reunion for the class of 64
I thought I wouldn't mind going
I've never been to one before
...

The weeks after Christmas
I searched through the house
for something to fit me
But couldn't find a blouse.
...

It was a grand do at Ella's
The champagne flowed free
Ladies only, no Fellas
Except Joe you see.
...

13.

I was a of a hippy for a while
With chants of make love not war
A flower child wanting to be free
And didn't like the law.
...

The moon was lost behind a cloud
When something weird went by
I tried to see what it was
But it flew so fast and high.
...

Won't get me up there, can't get me to try,
Looking down a ravine, from a mile up in the sky,
What's heady for some, is nothing for another
A bit of bungee jumping, said my big brother.
...

My jeans zip is popping
My body’s gone all crazy
Everyone is noticing
My memories a bit hazy.
...

Humanity's ego, to resort to violence
To settle conflicts, makes no sense,
And yet we still have not learned
The art of peace for which we yearned.
...

Can you see my keys?
I can't remember where they are
I really need to find them
Or I can't get in the car,
...

Granddad were a grand chap
He wore a trilby
And a gabardine mac.
...

From Wigan to Australia I am bound
Emigrating to turn my life around
Twenty years a tradesman I have been
With spells of unemployment in between.
...

Hazel Connelly Biography

I started writing poems around 2005 but only did a handful. When I retired I wrote a few more and will carry on writing poems, I have also wrote a couple of short stories. I have a web site if you would care to look. You can leave comments on my site, your email is private and is deleted after leaving your comment. http: //bears-things.webs.com I have read my poems in Melborne Australia and in Cork Ireland and numerous places in the UK.)

The Best Poem Of Hazel Connelly

Canvas

Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.

The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting, a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart,
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.

Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put down
Bright and vibrant Maple Red and Golden Oak
Living, breathing felt with every brush stroke..

©2011

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Oone Tattered 08 April 2014

I enjoyed reading your poem Canvas, OT

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