Bragging time!!!! Two years in the making!

The end is upon us

And now my friends

Because you've so become 

The end is upon us.

Thank you for your comments

Your likes, your smiles,

And your unstinting support,

We have travelled far together 

But the end we have reached.

Three hundred and sixty five poems

Over a little more than a year and half

What a trip this was!

What a diary this turned out to be!

The best, the worst and the rest

What freedom this has brought me!

This is the final poem 

On Passing Flutterings,

 All happiness is tinged with sadness

And so am I, 

Good bye and au revoir!  

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

J'ai mis ma culotte à l'envers

Comme le bon roi Dagobert

J'ai mis ma culotte à l'envers

Toute la journée je me suis plainte

D'être boudinée par derrière 

D'avoir pris du poids

Et manque de chance pour moi

Je n'avais pas de Saint Éloi.

Comme le bon roi Dagobert

J'ai mis ma culotte à l'envers

Toute la journée je me suis plainte

De l'idiotie des pantalons sans poches

Ma caboche a mis plus de cinq heures

Pour résoudre cette énigme car moi

Je n'avais pas de saint Éloi.

Comme le bon roi Dagobert

J'ai mis ma culotte à l'envers

Mais où était donc Saint Éloi?

  

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Spring is coming

The sky's blue is deeper,

The sun is shinier, days are longer.

Spring is coming

The grass lost its grey shade 

To display an emerald tinge, in contrast

To the offering of blooming wattles.

Spring is coming

The river fed by the winter rains

Is running freely and clear.

Spring is coming

Magpies are warbling, 

Chasing each other, fighting 

For that prime positioned nest.

Spring is coming

The first plum tree is blossoming

Sure sign that spring is coming

Despite the snow forecast

For a cold tomorrow.

Nature is trumpeting its arrival

High and clear this year,

Spring is coming, 

Are we ready for it?

Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Heart talk

Like me this Gumtree is ancient

And has seen a few many springs,

Its heart is there on display

For every one to see.

It is not perfect,

Neither is love,

Only youth strives

To attain this ideal.

It has had a few knocks

Here and there,

So has mine

And so has yours, I bet.

From its core

Sprouts a new regrowth

For one cannot destroy love.

As long as the tree will stand

Love will endure.

 Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Winter wind

So many masks you may take 

You showed yourself under many disguises

All dramatic and disturbing

But caressing, sensual and warm

You were not today.

Buffeting wind shaking

The tall trees under an apathetic moon,

Forceful wind bending shrubs and reeds along the river,

Roaring wind drowning the words of my voice,

Pushy wind forcing me in one direction,

Gusty wind slapping me around the ears,

Rattling wind of windows and doors,

Mercurial wind fooling with the birds in flight,

Playful wind eloping with my scarf.

Wind, how tiring you are

When desire takes you

To rant about everything in your way!

 Lucette C. Bailliet ©

Keep it simple

Keep it simple

Is my motto

When writing poetry.

Keep it simple

So its immediacy

Flows like a gurgling creek

Into a raging torrent

On its way to the ocean.

Keep it simple 

So its vibrancy

Resonates like the rustling

Of the wind in the Gumtrees

Or the high shredding cry

Of the tempest on a winter night.

Keep it simple 

So like the soft light of dawn

Colours the day to come.

Keep it simple

So its appeal is universal

And sways every one.

Keep it simple

I say.

Lucette C. Bailliet ©