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.
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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.
Sexy AT Sixty
I was fit and feisty at fifty It was no big deal Because that's how half a century Is supposed to feel.
An Autumn Day
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.
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.
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.
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.
Two Hearts Beating As One
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 attic holds such fascination I climb the ladder in trepidation, The attic is a time machine Most things hidden and unseen,
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.
Bird in a Cage
How much I feel for the poor things Unable to fly or spread their wings, Each day with the same view Sad and lonely nothing to do.
A Day In My Lıfe
A day in my life I wish you could see Just what it's like To be plain me.
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.
I'm having a bad day Do you know what I mean So I'm gonna sit down, relax Then turn on my screen
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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 ...