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Jacqueline Williams Poems
Mr Robin Comes For Tea
When Mr Robin Redbreast comes to call on me I like to open windows wide and ask him in for tea. We both could share a fairy cake, or buns all topped with ice Banoffee Pie or Tiramisu, yes both would be quite nice.
Gerbil For Dinner
I invited Greg Gerbil for dinner, he's such a good friend to me he taught me to cook, like a sinner I put on two pounds, can you see?
Drawn up by an invisible thread, new life springs up towards the sun. Escape from ground and leaves now dead, from rotten decay of life past done.
Calling forth Thunder, Lightning and Raging Rain Gloved hands, like ink dipped limbs extend. No man alive her power could ever constrain Or suspend… sound or light or waters, portend.
Drinking slowly through a straw I accidentally saw my coffee table - breaking out in spots. While the spots were turning blue
Gently down white snow drifts once again Crystals that float so light Bob Robin searches food in vain It will be a cold cold night.
The Woman In Red Lace
The Gentleman invited (he thought) a refined Lady to dine. On roast leg of lamb and an excellent French wine. Glazed carrots and peas added colour to digest, he awaited with ease the arrival of his guest.
The Spiderweb Gate
Come into my magic garden safe behind an old brick wall. Lawned pathways will invite you, can you hear them as they call?
The Glory Of The Thrush
The Thrush is there for all to see Her beauty to behold She hops on twig and branch and tree Her feet must be so cold.
I like to choose an armchair and curl up with a book Either fiction, fact or romance, I like to take a look. To wallow in the thriller, what a glorious place to be And get to grips with Ages Past in history B.C.
Complaining, Complaining, Complaining that's Stan He most certainly was an unusual man. Every chance he would get, on his soapbox he stood That soapbox well used, painted green, made of wood.
My Dark Asylum
Mystic metal, writhing, twisting, touch ice cold Forms foreboding, barring entry, guarding paths threshold. Dreadful shivers, fear provoking motion frozen still Must move forward, ring for entry, forced by will.
A Land Of Dreams
Step off into a land of dreams of mind and beauty but nothing real where life is full of fairy schemes so warm and soft a thought - ideal.
Comments about Jacqueline Williams
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Mr Robin Comes For Tea
When Mr Robin Redbreast comes to call on me
I like to open windows wide and ask him in for tea.
We both could share a fairy cake, or buns all topped with ice
Banoffee Pie or Tiramisu, yes both would be quite nice.
A nice cool drink please he would say, this food it is so sweet
Orange juice or chocolate shake would wash it down a treat.
Oh - No, no, no dear Robin says, this menu makes me squirm
I'd much prefer some water with a nice fat juicy worm!