Hairy Hug

My wife and I met over the internet
But not quite in the way that you'd think
On a pen-pal website
We emailed one night
And were friends just as quick as a blink.

By message we dated but we were separated
Across the North Sea's cold expanse
Living in different lands
We couldn't even hold hands
What chance could there be of romance?

But determined we were, I flew over to her
Neither could ignore the tug
And forgetting our stresses
With my beard, and her tresses
We enveloped in a warm hairy hug.

Terror

What scares me most
What gives me fright
And sometimes keeps
Me awake at night

Makes my hands tremble
My heart beat fast
Unable to move in fear
Stuck fast

Is the terror of failing
Letting loved ones down
Leaving them disappointed
Wearing a frown

That I'm not good enough
And never could be
That one day
The world will see

The truth that really
I'm worth nothing at all
And in dread I wait
For that long long fall

Waiting

The app said five minutes
When we started waiting
But now it's saying seven more to go
The kids are asking questions
'Where is our bus Daddy?'
And I have to say 'I really don't know'

And now they're getting restless
They're not so good at waiting
Searching for sticks among the trees
But that's boring now
And the bus is back to five minutes
While they're shouting like a swarm of angry bees

More people have arrived at the stop
And we're all standing waiting
While the kids play tag in and out the crowd
It's been a quarter of an hour
Since we first arrived
And I'm getting nervous about that cloud

Almost here now
But some have given up on waiting
I'm holding the kids hands so they don't run
Here it is at last
Packed and standing room only
But it's only ten minutes until the next one

Back to School

It's those three fateful words
Back to School
Gone are the holidays
Back to living by the rule
Of timetabled lessons
Just a twenty minute play
In for registration
And that's twice a day

All those French verbs
Which you can never understand
Quadratic equations
That you're meant to expand
And all that you long for
Are those six weeks again
Watching TV; Sleeping late
A rest for your brain

Calm

A walk through the woods
A sense of striding free
The birds are singing; The smell of grass
Is when my calm comes to me

Lost in an exciting book
Cup of coffee on my knee
A jumper on while it's cold outside
Is when my calm comes to me

The kids finally asleep
They've tidied their toy debris
And I can take a break from being Daddy
Is when my calm comes to me


Kick in the Creatives Poetember Challenge

Spike

When your beautiful car is getting covered in poo
Simply because a bird needs the loo
What springs to mind - to give it a clean?
No, not that, you're far too mean

Instead you look up and see that tree
And rather than how beautiful nature can be
You think, how horrible. Crikey! Yikes!
I must get it covered in sharp metal spikes!

This is the world of the powerful rich
Who do what they want when they have the itch
They disregard nature and disrespect it as well
Don't you just wish they would all go to hell?

https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2017/dec/19/bird-spikes-in-bristol-trees-to-protect-cars-cause-dismay

Number Three

While the Royal's are lauded and paid for
When they have an extra child
Life gets harder for the poor
While the Royal's are lauded and paid for
No benefits for a third child no more
Unless you can prove you were defiled
While the Royal's are lauded and paid for
When they have an extra child