Angela Wybrow - Poems
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Poetry Series Angela Wybrow - poems - Publication Date: 2015 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Angela Wybrow() I now live in Hampshire, UK. I have been writing poetry on and off for many years and really enjoy it. I love writing about a variety of topics and am hoping that there's something for everyone. My first collection of work, entitled 'Through My Eyes' is now available, published by United Press at the price of £3.99 plus P&P. If you would like a copy, please contact me via my Facebook page (Angela Wybrow - Writer) . I have a Facebook page dedicated to my poetry - so please 'Like' me on Facebook! www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 (un) Evensong I just spied a drunk man up by our church; Along the pavement, he unsteadily lurched. It was early evening (about half past six) : Of alcohol, he’d no doubt had a sizeable fix. A battered blue bicycle, he wheeled by his side – That battered blue bicycle, I prayed he’d not ride. Upon a wooden bench, he sat himself down, Then, from out of his mouth, came a terrible sound. I guessed that the sound was supposed to be a song, But the words were all garbled and the tune all wrong. His musical accompaniment was his bicycle bell – What song he sang, I was quite unable to tell. I doubted he’d be on The X-Factor anytime soon, As he sat on his bench beneath a crescent-shaped moon. On the opposite side of the road, I very sensibly stayed, But a smile graced my lips as I went on my way. Angela Wybrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 A 'Brand New' You Stood, browsing, in a bookshop, I heard someone call my name; I recognised the person, but, somehow, she didn’t seem the same. Apart from the fact that, she had changed the colour of her hair, It was almost like looking at a whole new person, standing there. She told me that, for our old company, she worked no longer. Her spirit seemed enthused; her soul appeared much stronger. Around her, glowed a much brighter and more positive aura; Obviously, a change of scenery has done an awful lot for her. I saw new maturity and wisdom in her pretty, youthful face. I think, within her life’s journey, she’s now in a better place. I almost couldn’t believe it was the same girl, stood before my eyes; That she had changed so much, in such a short time, I felt surprised. She seemed happier, healthier; her face was all aglow; Very different from the young girl, who I used to know. I can’t quite remember exactly when I saw her last, But I’d say that, about twelve months have passed. I think, once you are finally free from a depressive atmosphere, You feel far more relaxed, and your heavy heart, fills with cheer. It’s almost as if her whole personality, had been wrapped in tape, But from those oppressive restraints, she has managed to escape. Angela Wybrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 A Dog's Diet Against my will, I've been put on a diet, But it is a fact which I'd rather keep quiet; The more that people remain unaware, Their food with me, they will happily share. About this news, I am less than impressed: In fact, it's left me feeling pretty depressed. My situation has shaken me right to my core: Against these diets, there should be a law! I just love eating food; I adore all sorts; Food is a subject never far from my thoughts. I'm now given one biscuit - I used to have two, And now I only have half of a doggie rice chew. I keep being told that I need to get thinner; That I can't have a treat, as I've just had my dinner. On packets, I've spied the term ‘weight controlled': A term which makes my blood run quite cold. Next to the table, I patiently wait, Hoping for some food from the plate. But it's not as forthcoming as it was before: For me, this diet is becoming a really big bore. The vet has assessed the weight I've put on, And the extra pounds, she clearly wants gone. With the vet, I will soon have a date, To discover if I have lost any weight. With my weight, I am far from obsessed, And I really do wish they'd give this diet a rest. Surely this diet won't go on for ever? At this rate, I'll end up as light as a feather! Smaller portions are being put in my bowl, And this will continue until I've reached the goal. I suppose it could be good to reach the goal, As then I can return to my portions of old! www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 Angela Wybrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 A Golden Moon (Olympic Poem) Tonight, over Great Britain, there's a golden moon, As, over our Olympic athletes, we proudly swoon. Between them all, they won plenty of medals, Particularly those, whose power needs pedals. We saw faces streaming with tears of pride; We saw faces beaming with smiles, so wide. Our Team GB athletes are the toast of our nation, And they have helped to inspire a new generation. All of our athletes, competing on home turf, Showcased their skills and showed their worth. They performed with great energy and with zest; Many proving that they are the World's very best. Each of them gave it their all, and they did us proud; They were cheered on their way by an eager crowd. They showed us that now was their moment to shine, And up the medals table, our team quickly climbed. They all felt a great sense of pride within their heart, And they all felt honoured to have played their part. Many personal bests and new world records were set. The Olympic Games of 2012, we will never forget. Angela Wybrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 A Headful Of Thoughts I'm lying here, wide awake Trying hard to get some sleep; But my brain is totally buzzing, So it's useless counting sheep! My mind is manically racing, Thinking of words and ideas; I think of the sad poem that I just wrote, And my eyes suddenly fill up with tears. I need to get some sleep, As I'm actually pretty tired; But my brain is so alive: Like, it's been electrically wired! Many times, I've had new thoughts, And jumped out of my cosy bed, To quickly grab a pen and paper, And jot them down before they leave my head. Is this a common problem, Which all writers share? Do they, too, wake up the next day Feeling a little worse for wear? Angela Wybrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Magical Moment It is over twenty-five years ago, Since this lady performed a live show: Way back then, she was one of four, Topping the charts with hit songs galore. She watches in the wings, waiting her turn: Within her heart, she feels a little concern. Waiting onstage is her partner in crime: There’s no turning back: now is the time. As the intro is played, the crowd go wild, And from her co-star, she receives a smile; His welcoming gesture, gentlemanly and gracious, Beckons her forwards onto the stage so spacious. Wearing long boots and a black lacy dress, She makes her entrance – now for her test; She walks onstage to thousands of cheers: Her face says ‘I can’t believe that I’m here.’ The spotlight follows her every move - Her nerves, her co-star hopes he can soothe. She takes a bow, then, with outstretched hand, She takes a moment to acknowledge the band. He sings, ‘Can’t believe it’s really you.’ Neither can believe that it’s really true. She smiles at him, as she sings a line in reply, And suddenly a spark ignites within her eyes. His silent language keeps urging her on, And, very soon, her nerves are all gone; She then, very visibly, begins to relax, And her old star quality comes flooding back. Despite the fact that it has been an age, She is soon feeling confident upon the stage. The two singers are so amazing together - The magic of this moment will last forever. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 At the end of the song, they thank everyone; Both of the singers have had so much fun. Having made her comeback singing a duet, For more live performances, she is now set. Angela Wybrow www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A Nation Celebrates Boats take to the Thames to honour the Queen: The most craft, at any one time, the river has seen. On to the trains, thousands of people cram. On the roads, there are massive traffic jams. People pack in to pubs to consume a few beers: There is much merriment, and calls of ‘cheers! ' People are attending parties in their streets: Long tables are laden with tasty treats to eat. In towns, shops windows are patriotically dressed. Across the nation, people put on their Sunday best. Everywhere that you look is brightly festooned With flags, bunting, streamers, and party balloons.