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Thursday, 28 September 2017

National Poetry Day 2017

Hello Readers,

First of all I'd like to say Happy National Poetry Day!








Secondly, please forgive my silence over the past few months, I decided to take a break from writing during my studies and other commitments. But, I'm glad to tell you that I'm now getting back into the swing of things, starting with some new poetry and a rewrite of Lady Raven.

Here are two of my new poems for National Poetry Day, enjoy :-)

The Final Ride

They que for the bus as if they've lost the will to live,
Five minutes that go on, and on, and on, and on, and on,
Faces like broken clocks,
Where smiles used to tell the time,
Furrowed brows made more so by their sunken eyes,
Patiently aching for their time to come,
To these unfortunate souls waiting for the last bus,
Is like waiting for eternity,
Only seconds to go,
Time is dear,
As the last bus pulls near,
Echoes ripple,
As they all cough in sync,
Waking their bodies from an undead rest,
Ready to receive the judge's rule,
After they've queued in line to wait,
The last bus arrives to seal their fate.


The Wiggly Man

There was a man so wiggly,
With bones rather squiggly,
His head was like a gummy bear,
Like wobbly jelly with no hair,
His belly bounced back and forth,
Directing itself unpleasantly north,
His fingers were really squishy,
Compared to the docks he was more fishy,
He wasn't a very popular fellow,
With teeth coloured rusty yellow,
But he would always smile,
Just like a crocodile,
A big grin full of teeth,
With laughter to bequeath,
He loved to spread joy,
Drinking bottles of soy,
Strangers would often point and stare,
But he didn't care,
Because no matter what anyone thought,
Self love he'd been taught,
And love is all you need,
To rid hatred and greed,
His heart was a giant flower,
Blossoming with loves power,
Although they thought him insane,
He knew love would reign,
And until his last day,
He would always say...
'I am love , you are love, love is all there is and ever will be. Love can, and love will, always set you free.'
So rejoice in love today,
Don't hate or discriminate,
Let all the bad wash away,
And allow love to be your fate.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Sunday, 30 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Final Day 30

Hello Readers,

Welcome to the final day of my 30 day NaPoWriMo writing challenge. I would like to give thanks to everyone who has read my blog throughout the past 30 days, and I hope you've all enjoyed the poems I wrote. I will definitely be participating in NaPoWriMo again next year, so if you've enjoyed this years poetry then please come back again next year to read more. And, of course there's always my regular blog posts with news, reviews, more poetry, and book excerpts. I have created a link below for each of the previous 29 poems, if you'd like to read any of them again, and by all means leave me a message with your favourite poem :-) thank you for your continued support.

My final poem is called The Greatest Story Ever Told.


Stories are everywhere we look,
Not just printed inside a book,
They're locked away in history,
With ancient clues to set them free,
They're trapped in each building on the street,
And, inside every person that we meet,
They make the world more interesting,
With the tales they tell and change they bring,
They inspire us to reunite,
Helping us have clear sight,
They live within our mind,
And every archeological find,
Some are taken to their grave,
Others written page by page,
We each have a story of our own,
Threaded into our soul it's sewn,
Existing in every word and rhyme,
Shimmering like jewels bright and bold,
Living on transcending time,
And yours is the greatest ever told.

Day 1 Just Believe

Day 2 A Shot of Optimism

Day 3 The Snail Who Wore a Skirt

Day 4 There Goes Time

Day 5 Another Year

Day 6 The Blackbird

Day 7 The Wordsmith

Day 8 Knaresborough

Day 9 A Nameless Grave

Day 10 A Fear of Death

Day 11 Magic

Day 12 Blenheim Baby

Day 13 Inside a Book

Day 14 My Religion

Day 15 Friendship

Day 16 The Easter Bunny and the Chick

Day 17 Cleopatra

Day 18 See Me (animal rights poem)

Day 19 Love Thy Neighbour (human rights poem)

Day 20 Fate

Day 21 Sid the Spider

Day 22 Living For The Night

Day 23 Cleansing Ritual

Day 24 The Magic of Nature

Day 25 The Game

Day 26 We Are Love

Day 27 Your Philosophy

Day 28 The Origin of Corruption

Day 29 Determination = Success

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake. 

Saturday, 29 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 29

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 29 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Today's poem is called Determination = Success.



We all have two choices in life,
Try and fail,
Or fail to try,
If you try and succeed,
You'll feel like you've touched the sky,
Your soul will know,
If you fail to try,
Whether it's the truth or a lie,
Those who fail come back stronger,
Fueled with determination and hunger,
But those who fail to try at all,
Holding onto a fear of failure,
Afriad of the fall,
The ones who pretend not to care,
Who never think they can get there,
Give it a go and see how far you get,
Or you might look back with regret,
There is nothing to fear,
But fear in itself,
So clear it out of yourself,
Grab those dreams and don't let go,
And, see how far you can go,
Without fear as an obstacle,
Constantly nagging at you,
Because determination is all you need,
In anything you can succeed.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Friday, 28 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 28

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 28 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Today's poem is called The Origin of Corruption. 



Some say that money corrupts the soul,
But is that really true?
What if it's not the money,
And the corruption is in you?
What if a million or more was bestowed?
Would you use it all for good?
Or would it just go to waste?
Would it slowly poison your blood?
Being spent in selfish haste,
Does it all depend on the virtues?
For what the person would choose,
And if it really did corrupt their soul,
Could there be a win without the lose,
If you had a single choice,
Of being poor and happy,
Or rich and corrupt,
Which would you choose?
But, what if that money was used for good?
Would you still be a target of corruption?
Is it human nature at the core?
Or does it require something more?
Can the positive really exist,
Without the negative,
When both yin and yang are active,
As far as good and bad are concerned,
Can't money corrupt even when earned?
Does a big win really damn the soul,
Or is it part of human nature as a whole?
Money doesn't corrupt,
Unless corruption is embraced,
The true corruption,
Lies within the human race.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.


Thursday, 27 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 27

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 27 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Today's poem is called Your Philosophy.


If courage was up for debate,
What virtues would you relate?
Which premises would you state?
To lead to a conclusive fate,
Does courage require knowledge?
How would to you reach that stage?
Or, can a foolish action be brave?
With no time for thought and a life to save,
Should we think before we act?
If not, does being foolish become a fact?
Or, does courage require something more?
Knowledge is good we know for sure,
But, for courage is it required?
Or, can foolish acts be admired?
Valid arguments hold the key,
To finding your philosophy.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.



NaPoWriMo poem 26

Hello Readers,

Welcome to my belated 26th poem of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Poem 26 is called We Are Love. 







As a child I would play,
Pretending I would never grow up,
Idle to the world each day,
Continually sipping the aging cup,
Before I knew it I was a teen,
Figuring out my life's direction,
Then all of a sudden I was sixteen,
Soon to be independent without protection,
I fooled around, then fell in love,
And, I was no longer alone,
Giving myself the final shove,
With a home of my own,
We both worked to pay the rent,
Aimlessly living from day to day,
Then we married and I got pregnant,
Giving another piece of my heart away,
Now, with a child of my own,
It felt strange to be a mother,
Realising I had fully grown,
Then I gave birth to another,
Soon my children were at high school,
Growing up way too fast,
Hanging with their friends, acting cool,
As I reminisced in times past,
It wasn't long and they were wed,
And, suddenly I was old,
Forgetting what I had said,
And, memories were like gold,
Now I stare death in the face,
As my spirit gently drifts,
Moving on from this place,
And its wonderful gifts,
Precious moments stored inside me,
There's one thing I'll take above,
As my spirit soars free,
A vessel of light and love.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.


Tuesday, 25 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 25

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 25 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called The Game. 


Life is just a milestone,
In a game of death,
A moving chess piece,
Until each final breath,
In an inevitable game,
Where everyone's the same,
Contending until you're done,
A game that cannot be won,
Living life is the only way,
To escape death's grasp,
Even if only for a day,
Until it's your last.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Monday, 24 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 24

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 24 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called The Magic of Nature. 


True magic lies all around,
Above, beyond and below the ground,
It's captured in the blossom falling from the trees,
Carried softly by the glides of a gentle breeze,
It's in every splash from a waterfall,
And its crystal droplets falling tall,
It's seen in the bloom of every rose,
And crops being reaped after they're sown,
It's trapped within a blade of grass,
And the sand when lightening turns it to glass,
It's painted in the tones of the sky,
And the burning stars way up high,
It's within every rustle from a tree,
And every wave trapped in the sea,
The magic of nature is everywhere,
You just have to look to find it there.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Sunday, 23 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 23

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 23 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Cleansing Ritual. 



I relax deeper within,
As the bubbles kiss my skin,
Opal-clusters of pleasure,
In a state of meditative leisure,
Careful not to fall asleep,
The water hottest at my feet,
A luxurious essence with fragrance,
Relieving muscles that were tense,
Flames flicker all around me,
As I sink deeper into ecstacy,
Hydrated skin soft and divine,
As my mind, body and spirit realign,
Wrinkling skin after a while,
Transformed with a satisfied smile,
I lift my legs and they begin to float,
Like a wooden rowing boat,
I go under for a final soak,
Before pulling on a towel cloak,
All negativity flushed down the drain,
Fully energised and clean again.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Saturday, 22 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 22

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 22 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Living For The Night. 


Too much fun to last one night,
I wish it could go on for more than a day,
Never changing to daylight,
Like time in the land of the fae,
Barely recognisable and zombiefied,
In this night I wish to stay,
Eyes peeled back, yet energetic inside,
Living for the night and not the day,
Somehow still full of life,
Alcohol sugars bring a rush,
My throat feels as if cut by a knife,
Falling silent to a hush,
Not caring, lost in the night before,
My brain's dissolved into mush,
Exhausted, collapsing onto the floor,
Forcing myself into resistance,
The curtains unveil a bright streak,
Back to my daylight existence,
Awaiting the nightlife of next week.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Friday, 21 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 21

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 21 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Sid the Spider.


Today I witnessed a creepy sight,
When a spider crept out from dim light,
He spoke and said his name was Sid,
As I tried to trap him with a lid,
He was bizarre and quite scary,
With lumps on his back, slightly hairy,
I stared and begged him to go,
He dangled down and said 'No,'
To my surprise he turned white,
Very much NOT to my delight,
I searched for him high and low,
Trying to find where he would go,
But his webs were everywhere,
I even found some in my hair,
I was itchy and screamed really loud,
He must have been disturbed by the sound,
As the next minute he was on my bed,
Scuttling around towards my head,
I leapt and he chased me around the house,
As if playing a game of cat and mouse,
His pale stick legs and body grew,
Turning from white, to black and blue,
He came close with a sharp bite,
And I knew I'd lost the fight,
I awoke with a scream,
Thank God it was just a dream.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Thursday, 20 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 20

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 20 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Fate. 


My eyes carefully scan the room,
Like a baby trying to break the womb,
Full of excitement as I shuffle the pile,
She spreads the cards and I smile,
On the edge of my chair awaiting the news,
Will I win or will I lose,
What does my future hold?
Will I remember what I've been told?
What if it's all bad?
Will I leave feeling sad?
I shuffle forward because I can't wait,
For the reader to reveal my fate.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Wednesday, 19 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 19

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 19 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Love Thy Neighbour. 




They say we are a diverse nation,
Yet some still discriminate sexual orientation,
Attempting to settle an outdated score,
Just like many have before,
Do we all have equality?
To be who we want to be,
For those who live to hate,
Live to love,
It's not too late,
Discrimination by the colour of skin,
Tell me why?
When we're all kin,
A world without colour,
Would be far duller,
Disrespecting cultures,
And social vultures,
Knawing,
Tearing people apart,
Do you not have a heart?
We are all different,
And shouldn't be bullied,
For being diverse,
Each a unique child,
Of this universe,
Forget all those,
Who oppose,
And rise above,
Spread diversity,
Equality,
And above all love,
We're human,
We all have a right,
To live,
And love,
Instead of fight,
Love thy neighbour,
Whoever they be,
And be the change,
You wish to see.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Tuesday, 18 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 18

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 18 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called See Me. 






Are we not the same as you?
Do we not think,
And feel,
And breathe?
Do we not want to see our lives through?
Instead of being forced to take our leave,
Are we not as important as your race?
Why should we be bred just to die?
Are we just here for you're taste?
Whatever did we do wrong?
What's your reason why?
You catch us,
Snatch us,
And beat us,
When we can do and be so much,
You shoot us,
Stun us
And eat us,
When we only seek a gentle touch,
Bloody and huddled for the butchers,
Petrified squeals,
Going out of our mind,
Taking us from our cages and our hutches,
Would you do that to your own kind?
We want to be your friend,
Not your enemy,
Given shelter,
And care,
As your family,
We seek love,
Not hate,
I wish you'd see,
If only,
You could recognise,
The real me.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.


Monday, 17 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 17

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 17 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Cleopatra.



Luxurious Queen of the Nile,
Hated by Rome, considered vile,
A powerful mother to a nation,
Deserving of a dedication,
Cast out by her younger brother,
Rolled in carpet for another,
Seeking an alliance with Caesar alone,
To put her back on the Egyptian throne,
A political and personal alliance won,
Followed by the birth of a claimed son,
But Rome conspired against them both,
Plotting to kill with a bloodthirsty oath,
Mighty Caesar fell at the hand of Rome,
Forcing Cleopatra to go home,
Then she impressed Anthony with a golden ship,
And a taste of Egyptian pleasures in a sip,
He argued with Octavian for his rights,
And spent time in Egypt in idle delights,
He gained control of Cleopatra's fleet,
To force Octavian to fall at his feet,
Cleopatra's obsessive lover,
But, there'd never be another,
As the war was lost and Anthony died,
Cleopatra took her life still by his side.

Thanks for reading, and if you enjoyed today's poem please scroll down to read the other sixteen I've written so far.

Louise Lake.

Sunday, 16 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 16

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 16 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called The Easter Bunny and the Chick. 

There's an Easter story that's never been told,
From the days of the old,
Of the Easter Bunny misplacing his goods,
Somewhere deep in the woods,
When he found them they'd been beaten,
And, all of the yolks had been eaten,
He knew there was no time to lay more,
And, deliver them door to door,
But, then he met a chick named Mia,
Who had a very good idea,
Instead of real eggs they'd deliver chocolate,
When the moulds were done they were all set,
Changing the gift tradition but not the date,
Then no Easter Egg would ever be late,
Now you know the true story yourself,
Next time you see Easter Eggs on the shelf.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Saturday, 15 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 15

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 15 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Friendship. 


A shoulder to cry on when you're down,
A smile to help reverse a frown,
Support when you need it the most,
A cup of tea from a helpful host,
A councillor in times of despair,
A loyal loving presence always there,
Reminiscing and laughing along,
A lifesaver when something's wrong,
A motivator when in need,
Respecting differences when disagreed,
Flexible and forgiving when life gets in the way,
Conversations from day to day,
And even if years have passed,
It's still the same as the last,
Old photographs that make you cringe,
Of fun nights out on the binge,
True friendship can never be gone,
As it lives inside us, forever strong.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Friday, 14 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 14

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 14 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called My Religion. 


My moto used to be religion sucks,
Invented by controlling crooks,
With a passion for writing books,
And no row for their ducks,
I didn't believe in anything,
Except for what they call sin,
Then an experience brought enlightenment,
Near death protection heaven sent,
I felt a white light holding me,
An angelic being I couldn't see,
And, ever since that very day,
I have my own religious way,
I used to be an atheist,
Now I'm learning all I've missed,
And of spirituality I believe,
When I ask I will receive,
I believe all soul's live on,
Even when our shells are gone,
Of religions I don't follow any,
As there are far too many,
I know that I'm not alone,
My religion is my own.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 13

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 13 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Inside a Book. 



Two words - reality sucks,
I'd rather live inside books,
Fantastical creatures and magic lands,
Entirely spontaneous with no plans,
I could be a princess or a knight,
To my imaginative delight,
I could be a savior or a villain,
Whatever would most entertain,
I'd create new realms with a magic touch,
Nothing would ever be too much,
I'd carry the greatest mighty sword,
I'd be the lady of a great lord,
All my enemies would be slain,
With my inhuman intelligent brain,
I'd save the people from themselves,
And, free all of the imprisoned elves,
It would be fun to live inside a book,
And, then reality might not suck.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Wednesday, 12 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 12

Hello Readers,

Welcome to day 12 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge.

Todays poem is called Blenheim Baby. 



I can't wait to get a pampered pooch,
A blenheim baby named Scooch,
He'll be playful and affectionate,
And, he'll even like going to the vet,
He'll snuggle up on my lap,
Pulling faces with each yap,
He'll be an adaptable companion,
Patient, and fearless, and fun,
He'll be able to run rather fast,
A kings favourite in the past,
He'll look up at me with sad eyes,
When I go,  saying my goodbyes,
I'll stroke his long eared curls,
He'll run the park and chase the girls,
Before he breaks for a rest,
With his feathered tail full of zest,
And, I'll always want to spend my time,
With Scooch the pooch, my baby blenheim.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Tuesday, 11 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 11

Hello Readers,

Welcome to poem 11 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge. I apologise for the slight delay on this one, as I completely forgot to post it yesterday.

This poem is called Magic. 


There's magic everywhere we go,
Way up high and down below,
It's in the twinkle of every eye,
The brightest stars within the sky,
It's in a treasured photograph,
Captured inside each and every laugh,
It's in a flower as it grows,
And, a river as it flows,
Tied to the bonds of a friend,
And, a broken heart on the mend,
It brings growth to the tallest trees,
And, is carried by a gentle breeze,
It's in the strength of every ruler,
And the craft of every jeweller,
It's in the heart of a man and his wife,
And that magic is called life.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake. 

Monday, 10 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 10

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 10 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called A Fear of Death.





Why is death something we fear?
An emotional loss of all we hold dear,
Never succeeding in the plans we hold,
Or of all the stories we leave untold,
Does it evaporate with a religious belief,
Our spirit is immortal, is that a relief?
Will angels come to take us away?
Will we get the choice to stay?
Will it all feel like a dream?
Can the afterlife be seen?
Is there a heaven and a hell?
Will it be painless, forever well?
Will we be reborn again?
Or are we just here to entertain?
Does a higher power exist?
Are we on a waiting list?
So many questions will or why,
But, we won’t know until we die. 

Thanks for reading.
Louise Lake. 

Sunday, 9 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 9

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 9 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called A Nameless Grave. 


Whose is this grave by my side,
An undated nameless stone,
I'd like to know how they died,
Before decomposing to bone,
And, did they live a full life?
One of wondrous charm,
Is it a child, a man, or his wife?
How did they befall this harm?
In truth, this person might have been bad,
That's why the grave was never given a mark,
That would be rather sad,
As the headstone fades into the dark,
But, I like to think this person was good,
Maybe, they had no family,
Buried six feet deep in the mud,
Or, maybe they went down in history,
Becoming lost along the way,
As death appeared to set them free,
I guess there's nothing left to say,
As forever nameless this grave will be.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Saturday, 8 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 8

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 8 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called Knaresborough. 


The mother of Prophecies watches all,
Waiting for the bridge to fall,
Her cave overlooks the lake,
Make a wish for your sake,
Boats a plenty to row,
Too many steps to go,
Museum, castle and a garden,
Relaxed in a a state of zen,
Lots of shops new and old,
And stories left untold,
Lady Luck and Zoltar predict,
Cafes serving eggs benedict,
Swearing ravens, owls and other birds,
For this place there are no words,
On sunny days nothing compares,
When I leave my heart tears,
A serene patch of preservation,
The perfect place for a vacation,
And, one day I believe,
I'll go there and never leave.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Friday, 7 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 7

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 7 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called The Wordsmith.



I live to spread joy from poetry,
As the words flow freely from me,
I like to brighten someone's day,
With inventive wordplay,
Spreading sunshine far and wide,
From emotions usually confined,
Because a single friendly smile,
Is worth going that extra mile,
So here's to each and everyone,
Who lights my life like the sun,
Filled with the inspiration I need,
To plant the poetic seed,
That pushes me off the cliff,
Into a legend from the myth,
Developing the writers gift,
Earning the title of wordsmith.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Thursday, 6 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 6

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 6 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called The Blackbird.




There you go skipping along,
Singing that cheerful blackbird song,
You're full of life and energy,
A black winged bird flying free,
A golden beak and beady eyes,
How I hate our goodbyes,
Scuttling through bushes on the prance,
Those worms don't even stand a chance,
You begin to run and then pause,
My feathered friend you have no flaws,
And I want you to know,
Wherever you are, I will go.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Wednesday, 5 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 5

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 5 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called Another Year.





Another year has passed again,
How I've aged so much in a day,
Fine lines that I want to refrain,
I wish they'd all just go away,
What happened to my soft skin,
My thin frame and young eyes,
Whenever did I begin,
To conceal my age with white lies,
When did those crow’s feet begin to appear,
And, since when did they call me mam,
Too haggard to approach for a beer,
I'm no longer a baby lamb,
I wish I could age gracefully,
But I haven't got a clue,
Legs of silk turned woolly,
Fixing wrinkles with superglue,
Why can't I be young forever,
I would often ask,
Without skin as tough as leather,
Or even wearing a mask,
How to slow the process down,
Is a question indeed,
Reverse the lines from my frown,
Relying on glasses to read,
But, I guess there's certain benefits to getting old,
Bingo, oap specials, free buses, and retirement,
Knowledge and wisdom, worth their weight in gold,
My get up and go just got up and went,
But, I guess I'm lucky to age that way,
Life is for living and should be fun,
As I celebrate my twenty eighth birthday,
I'll remember my journey has just begun.


Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Tuesday, 4 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 4

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 4 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called There Goes Time.




There goes time marching down the lane,
In constant action, never the same,
Sometimes, he slows his pace,
Yet he's too busy to remain.

Impatient as he passes by,
With no explanation why,
Injecting fear when time's run out,
But he will never lie.

He's measured by the lines of his face,
As seconds pass by in the race,
Leading minutes and hours into a chase,
A constant battle, not a moment to waste.

He ages yet remains forever young,
After the birth of every new born son,
An immortal presence unchanged,
He's not a slave to anyone.

He'll still be here when we're all gone,
His heartbeat ticking clear and strong,
A force that could never be stolen,
As he walks on, and on, and on.

Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.

Monday, 3 April 2017

NaPoWriMo Day 3

Hello Readers,

Welcome to Day 3 of my NaPoWriMo writing challenge, where I will be writing and posting a new poem everyday for the whole of April!

Todays poem is called The Snail Who Wore a Skirt.





Once there was a male snail,
He liked to wear a skirt,
His name was Simon Dale,
He enjoyed sliding in the dirt.

One day he came head on with a Slug,
A manly sort that didn’t understand,
He was known as Slime-ball Doug,
Who’d warned Simon off his land.

Simon stood unknowing what to say,
Doug was fiercely staring him down,
And, Simon didn’t want to stay,
Now, surrounded by half the town.

'This shell-boy thinks this is normal,'
Doug said, pointing at the skirt,
'Leave him be,' said a worm named Cal,
Simon hung his head ashamed and hurt.

'The Scots wear skirts,' a voice spoke from the crowd,
'But he's no scot is he?' another voice pointed out,
'That's called a bloody kilt,' another said out loud,
Simon glanced down at his skirt full of fear and doubt.

Publicly shunned by all the creepy crawlies,
Simon was cast out from the town,
They'd often stop to point and tease,
With more than one bewildered frown.

Then, Simon left his homeland for a small patch of dirt,
Until, his home town cast a siren on high alert,
Sliding back to save the creepies from a high wind that blew,
He well and truly slimed them up as they stuck to the dirt,
Saving all that was there, except for a few,
Then went down in history the snail and his skirt.


Thanks for reading,
Louise Lake.