London

London

The smell of primrose in my nose,

I glance upon this scene,

The cranes and domes they fill my sight,

This city full of green,

The blue bridge in the middle shows,

The twinkly lights rotate,

As bearskins march right up and down,

Stand neatly at their gate,

Do we head North or is it South?,

Just wait I need to check,

But not for long, a job made swift,

It’s easy thanks to Beck,

The cricket in the evening times,

It’s sixty-eight for four,

So take a bow, it’s time to rest,

And hear the Southbank’s roar,

The bridges breath goes up and down,

The tourists shall flock in,

As glass emerges high above,

The old reflected in,

A rainbow of eleven shades,

The quickest way to see,

This awe inspiring city,

One that gives us so much glee.

Christmas 2014

Christmas 2014

The shop lights are turned off

The streets quieten down

It’s now time for Santa

To visit your town

The movies have started

There’s carols to sing

And then comes the morning

With presents to bring

The nibbles are scattered

The liquid flows too

And hopefully we’ll share

A giggle or two

A stroll in the sunshine

The crisp winter’s air

Remember to tell them

How much that you care

So Christmas is here

And I wish you good cheer

I guess we’ll all do it

The same time next year

Who are you

Who are you?

When we are old and oh so grey,

Hope you’ll look back with me,

To tell me I was a good man,

With me felt good to be,

I hope you will recount the times,

That I stood up for you,

And made you laugh during the times,

When you were feeling blue,

It is my aim before I go,

That you would say to me,

I gave you all you needed to,

Fly high and feel free,

If when we're sat all wrinkled up,

Still holding your hand tight,

You let me know your life was good,

I’ll be proud I did right,

Right now I am just thirty-two,

To me you’re still unknown,

But hope you know I’ll cherish you,

This magic that we own.

Snowkids

Snowkids

They drop into this world

Uniquely as can be

Each one a single work of art

Just look and you shall see

The joy they bring all walks of life

And lighten up the air

Some ones drop out as single ones

Or more, such as a pair

Of course they’re not for everyone

And that is OK too

Cos if you like, you can go make

A snowman that’s in lieu

So know this poem is about

How snowflakes are like kids

They’re both as grand and complex as

The ancient Pyramids.

Explanation

Someone asked me to write a poem about the similarities between snowflakes and kids. Hey I dunno, blame the internet! If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

Falling

Falling

Come close to me,

And feel my heart,

You were the one,

Right from the start,

I look in deep,

Into your eyes,

When I’m with you,

So many highs,

My fingers in,

Your pretty hair,

I hope you know,

How much I care,

I’ve fallen hard,

For you that’s clear,

So proud to say,

You are my dear.

Heatwave

Heatwave 

An Azores high

Or a Spanish plume

The heat moves in

A heat wave does loom

The hot sticky nights

The duvet comes off

The pollen goes up

And starts does a cough

We’ve waited for this

Yay summer is here

Well actually no

Want cool to be near

See I’m goldilocks

Need 20 degrees

Above or below

Too hot or I freeze

But when it is gone

And autumn comes in

I sure will be waiting

‘Til summer begins

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

MH17

MH17

Sitting up high,

And admiring the view,

There aren’t any borders,

Just a beautiful blue,

An inflight movie,

The kids play some games,

The seatbelt sign off,

The pilot exclaims,

So minding your business,

Now seven miles above,

The missile has hit you,

Took from ones you love,

Last moments with just fear,

Not something you deserve,

Your precious life is ending,

It’s something you’ll observe,

And as we know you tumbled,

And sank into this earth,

We’ll make sure to remember you,

And won’t forget your worth,

We’re so sad that you suffered,

And couldn’t say goodbye,

We’ll send you off with pride and grace,

Our hearts you’re still close-by.

Keep the hope

Keep the hope

A lot’s going on in the world right now

That’s leaving us pausing and asking just how

Why we are so cruel and destructive right here

And that thought keeps leaving me shedding a tear

There’s rape and there’s war and there’s hurt and there’s fear

The news rarely leaves us feeling much to cheer

The hope feels just pointless, accept we’re all bad?

Well no I don’t see that, for much to be glad

Cos I see a world where yes there’s some hate

But goodness in droves, just look, we are great

Donations and gifts little things we don’t see

I know that they’re out there, from that I take glee

Remember Love Actually, that quote from Hugh Grant

Love is all around! I think we should chant

So don’t lose the hope, we will make this right

Compassion together will make this world bright.

Kitchen White Goods

Kitchen White Goods

There are some quite odd folk around

Who’ll send me random themes

But let me see what I can write

From fingers words shall stream

A poem about kitchen goods

Those ones are classed as white

I fear my bid to do this well

May end up being shite

For me the freezer is the best

Can store my microchips

Tomato ketchup in my view

The best of all the dips

One thing that tends to bug me lots

That shop known as Selfridges

I just don’t understand at all

Why they do not sell fridges

So wash and dry put clean clothes on

So you don’t smell of sweat

To me becoming normal

Isn’t something that I threat.

Explanation

This is another case of someone challenging me to write a poem. Blame the internet. If you want to suggest any to me, just tweet me @philverney.

The World Cup

The World Cup

Brazil in the year

Two thousand fourteen

It’s touchdown in Rio

For many great teams

There have been so many

Quite glorious saves

Along with a number of 

Mexican waves

The football amazing

So many great goals

And caused by that Suarez

In skin there were holes

And awesome fab players

Like Messi and Neymar

But ones like Tim Howard

Who weren’t on our radar

On Sunday the final

We shall learn who’s best

Well done to Brazil

You’ve sure passed the test