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Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Who is looking at the moon tonight?


Who is looking at the moon tonight?
 

Do you ever wonder

when you look up at the sky
 

Who else is looking at the moon

as the night goes by?
 

Perhaps somewhere in a distant land,

other children like to stand
 

And watch the moon high in the sky

As the night goes by.
 

If only you could hold their hand.

Another child in a distant land.
 

If only you could talk a while.

Perhaps together, laugh or smile.
 

Could the moon be watching you?

Smiling, as the moon can do.
 

Looking down on distant lands

Watching children holding hands.
 

Children of the world unite.

Stand together just one night.
 

Think of others, just like you,

Many children watching too.
 

The world becomes a smaller place

When children of a different race
 

Stand together for a while

Perhaps to talk, or laugh and smile.
 

Watch and wonder, by and by

Who is looking at the sky?

©Brenda Williams

Saturday, 6 January 2018

I am Winter.

With all the snowy winter weather around at the moment, I have just realised that I do not have a winter poem on this blog.  There are some on my website, but here is a different one for those needing to embrace the winter season, but also to realise that Spring is not too far away!   It is written in letter form.


I am Winter,  King of Seasons.
 
Dear Autumn 
                                                    Time to go!
                                               Scram! Vamoose!
                                               It’s time for snow!

            I am Winter, King of seasons.

I bring snow for many reasons.

I decorate the walls and gates
 
                                      With mountain tops of fluffy flakes.


 
I am the White Knight of charm.

I bring stillness, peace and calm.

I freeze ponds to silvered mirrors.

I float icebergs down the rivers.

 
 
                                     I am the Black Prince of darker nights.

I bring the beauty of bright lights.

    I twinkle stars in frosty air.
                                  
                                     I bring the warmth of festivals to share.

 

I am the Ice Lord with ambition.
                                 
                                But when I meet the Spring Magician
                              
                                  Who scatters snowdrops in the lane,

                    My icy grip will slip…..

      I die, defeated once again.

 
 
                                          So, Autumn, take your bow,

                                                    Time you went
 
                                                 It’s my turn  NOW!

 
                                                          Yours,

                                                        Winter.

                                                  King of Seasons.

 
                                              ©Brenda Williams

Tuesday, 5 December 2017


An ideal poem for small children, which will help to encourage their listening skills.
 
 
Listen Very Carefully…..!
 

Listen very carefully….Can you hear a noise?

It’s the chattering of teddy bears and other little toys.
 

They are travelling together to very snowy lands.

There’s a monkey and a panda, and a dragon, holding hands.
 

There’s a rabbit on a scooter, and rocket that can fly

They are travelling on moonbeams, high up in the sky.

 
There’s a robot on a tricycle, and an elephant in a car

They are travelling together, and I think they will go far.

 
Where are they going?  Would you like to know?

Listen very carefully…. while I whisper soft and low,
 
 

They are travelling to Lapland for a very special day

Where little elves will wrap them up and put them on a sleigh.’

 
Listen very carefully….to a sound that makes you tingle.

It’s the stamping of a reindeer’s hoof and little bells that jingle.
 

Soon the toys are travelling, travelling far away

Wrapped  in pretty boxes for a special kind of day.

 
                  Children everywhere are sleeping, in the magic of this night

Dreaming of the morning and waking in the light.

 
                                                               But

 
    Listen very carefully…..

Can you hear a noise?
 

Could that be Father Christmas, delivering the toys?

 
                                                                              © Brenda Williams

Monday, 13 November 2017

Remembrance Day.

Proud to know that the Royal Navy and Royal Marine Barrack's at Plymouth used my poem 'War Horse' at their Remembrance Service
for Horses of the First World War, on Saturday 11th November.


Thursday, 2 November 2017

Only three days to go to that exciting bonfire night.  How well I remember making a guy, helping to build a bonfire, and watching those magical fireworks lighting up a dark sky! 

Here is one poem about bonfires........ but do visit my website:  www.brendawilliamspoet.co.uk for two more bonfire night poems called
'Bang! Crack!' and 'Bonfire Night'.

 

                     Crackle! Splutter! Sizzle!



Crackle

says the bonfire

Glowing very bright

Crackle, crackle crackle

I am lighting up

the night.

 

Splutter

says the garden fire

burning up damp leaves

Splutter, splutter, splutter

I am smoking through

 the trees.

 

Sizzle

 say the sausages

I am on the barbecue

Sizzle, sizzle sizzle

I’ve a sausage here

 for you!


 
© Brenda Williams 2012

 




 

 

 

 

 

 


 

 

 

 

 


Friday, 8 September 2017

This is a lovely golden time of year.  The fields around are harvested, and   giant rolls of hay decorate the landscape.  It is beautiful. 

Here is a poem to give thanks for Autumn days and harvest.


A Harvest Prayer
 

Thank you for the harvest 

When fruit and berries grow. 

Thank you for the ripening corn 

Planted long ago.
 
 

Thank you for the autumn 

And a warm and sunny day. 

Thank you for the harvest 

And crops to store away. 

 

Thank you for the sugar beet  

And fields of new mown hay 

To feed the cows and horses, 

When winter comes to stay.

 
                                                                ©Brenda Williams

 

 

 

Friday, 30 June 2017

Mysterious Moon

I have no excuse for including this poem, except that it is one of my poems which I really love.


Mysterious Moon

 
Each day,

a sleeping beauty

You hide away

and rest.

But now when dusk descends

and birds go silent in their nest,
 

You in your silver chariot,

Rise to ride the inky blackness that is space

and

Kissed by sunlight, show the brilliance of your face.

 

Each night

a lighthouse on the sea,

You light the way

and show

Your fragile secret shadows

on the drowsing earth below.

 

You, with stars in shimmering parade

Flood the world with wonder at the mystery you seem,

as

People tell you secrets and whisper all their dreams.

 

Each month

You tug the tides each way

 until from curving crescent

on the wane

You fill the stage of heaven

as you reach full moon again.

 

You, with your watchful, silent gaze

Have circled earth since it began

You

Are the only other planet who has known the tread of man.

 

                                      ©Brenda Williams