Tag Archives: Poetry

A Limerick or Two

Hi everyone, welcome back to this weeks blog. I have done a couple of limericks today, as I found them to be very funny, and the best medicine for any situation is laughter.

The first one you read is a tongue twister, just for a laugh, see if you can say it very fast.

A tutor who tooted the flute,
Tried to teach two young fluters to toot.
Said the two to the tutor,
‘is it harder to toot, or
To tutor two fluters to toot?’

by Hugh Morrison

When the funny man’s copy is due,
And jokes seem remarkably few,
He will jump to his chair,
Take a pull at his hair,
Then grind out a limerick or two.

by Hugh Morrison

Have a great week and I’ll see you back here next week.

Katharine Tynan: No Man’s Land

Hi everyone, todays post is a little different than just the normal poem. I am doing a little bio of Katharine Tynan as today is her birthday, she was born one hundred and sixty one years ago today.


Irish writer Katharine Tynan was born 23 January 1859 in Clondalkin, Dublin, to Andrew Cullen Tynan (a farmer) and Elizabeth (O’Reilly) Tynan she was one of twelve children, who was an exceptionally gifted poet and novelist. It was her father that was the main source of influence in her life, as he had encouraged her education, and to pursue her passion for reading and writing, and it was during her childhood that Katharine had started her quest of writing poetry.

Her first poem that got published was A Dream in 1878. This was to be her first piece, in a very long line of extraordinary pieces of work, that was to be published through her entire life. By the time 1931 came around, she would of wrote over one hundred novels, over a dozen books of poetry, a collection of twelve short stories, a variety of articles for the newspaper along with several volumes of autobiographies.

By the time she was in her mid twenties, Katharine had become a well-known public figure in Dublin’s literary circles. W. B. Yeats greatly admired Katharine’s work, and through the literary circles they forged a very close friendship, and in 1888 together they collaborated on poems and Ballads of Young Ireland. Yeats first major poem was based on Irish Mythology, The Wanderings of Oisin, and he puts it down to her influences.

Katharine married an English Barrister and novelist called Henry Hinkson in 1893. The couple moved from Ireland to set up home in West London and then went on to have three children two boys and one girl. She carried on writing until she died in 1931.

No Man’s Land

Not to an angel but a friend
He turned at the day’s bitter end.
It was so comforting to feel
Some one was near, to see him kneel
By the deep shell-hole’s edge: to know
He was not left to the fierce foe.

This soldier who had eased his head
And staunched the flow where it had bled,
Who made a pillow of his breast
Where the poor tossing head might rest,
Wore a young face he used to know
Yesterday, some time, long ago.

The night’s cold it was bitter enough,
But who shall keep the fierce Day off?
And must he lie, be burnt and baked
In the hot sands, with lips unslaked? —
Will no one give him dews and rain?
Lord, send the frozen night again!

But here’s the one who comforted!
No angel, but a boy instead,
Slender and young, above him leans:
The sands are changed to tender greens;
He hears the wind in the sycamore
Sing a low song by his mother’s door.

Such tender touches to his wound,
Such loving arms to clasp him round,
Until they find him the third day!
The stretcher-bearers heard him say,
Don’t leave me, Denis! I am here.’
Denis? But Denis died last year!

He will maintain that Denis was
Beside him in his bitter case,
Denis more beautiful and gay
Than in the dear, remembered day:
God sent no angel, but a friend
To save him at the bitter end.

Thank you for taking the time to read this weeks blog post. See you all next week.

A New Year

Hello everyone I hope you all had a good Christmas and New Year. I am so excited to be back with you guys again, not to say that I didn’t enjoy spending time with my family because I did, I loved every moment that I spent with them but I also love some me time, like writing poetry or my book and doing my blog gives me complete fulfilment. This weeks blog is a poem that I thought was very fitting for this time of year. I hope you enjoy.

As the sun sets in,
A new year begins,
A bright new day,
That’s come our way.

You can now arrange,
For a big exchange,
As a new you,
Is about to change.

The challenges ahead,
Might fill you with dread,
You need not fear,
Of this coming year.

It’s time for a new beginning,
That will leave your head spinning,
So get rid of your stress,
As it’s just a mess.

It will hold you back,
And that is a fact,
Try something new,
That is just for you.

In advance,
Take a chance,
As a new year,
Is now here.

Thank you for visiting my blog today, I hope you have a great week, and I will see you all back here next week.

Dear Father Christmas

Hi everyone, I bet you are all excited about tomorrow, I know I am. I’m doing this blog post early, this week so I get to spend all the festivities with my family, which is what Christmas is all about, spending it with your loved ones. I am taking a couple of weeks off and I will be back in the new year. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. I will resume back here on January 9th 2020. I will now leave you with this lovely poem by C Marritt

Dear Father Christmas,
I write to you today,
This is my Christmas list for you,
From very far away.
I hope I don’t confuse you,
As I’m not asking for clothes or toys.
And I know you’re very busy,
My request is oh so simple,
And elves cannot fulfil this quest,
All I ask is for a visit to my family,
And put their minds at rest.
Just to sit inside your sleigh,
So my wings don’t start to tire,
A lift to my family’s home,
Is all that I require.
So while they are sleeping,
My angel kiss I’d like to leave,
So they can dream happy memories,
On this year’s Christmas Eve.
I await your reply Dear Santa,
I know your sleigh comes this high,
For I listen for your jingles,
In the magical starlit sky.

By C. Marritt

Thank you for taking the time to read my blog, and I will see you all in 2020.