Hazel Connelly

Freshman - 635 Points (28th September 1949 / Lancashire)

Hazel Connelly Poems

41. Tuesday Is Yoga 10/24/2015
42. 1960 Slang 1/7/2016
43. War Of Words (Acrostic) 10/23/2012
44. Mellow Autumn 10/23/2012
45. Memories 11/5/2012
46. A Disagreement (Acrostic) 11/25/2012
47. Infatuation 11/29/2012
48. The Bath 2/19/2013
49. A Bow 1/9/2016
50. Ghost 3 3/30/2016
51. Ghost 1 3/31/2016
52. Ghost 2 3/31/2016
53. An Air 4/1/2016
54. Rose Maloney 5/17/2016
55. The Somme 6/28/2016
56. A Gunners Day 7/6/2016
57. Stout 7/6/2016
58. Nineteen Sixteen 7/6/2016
59. Stripes 7/20/2016
60. Days 9/26/2012
61. Not In Love (Acrostic) 10/7/2012
62. The Old Bookshop 9/6/2016
63. Granddad 11/29/2013
64. Compassion 4/3/2012
65. Forgetful 2/12/2012
66. Bungee Jump 3/3/2012
67. Hormones 11/29/2013
68. Halloween Evening 10/7/2012
69. Hippy 11/29/2013
70. Ella's Do 8/3/2016
71. After Christmas 1/7/2016
72. Class Of 64 9/6/2012
73. Little Stream 11/11/2011
74. Bird In A Cage 5/10/2012
75. Two Hearts Beating As One 11/6/2011
76. An Autumn Day 11/11/2011
77. The Races 9/10/2012
78. The Attic 11/11/2011
79. Awakening 4/13/2012
80. Sexy At Sixty 11/5/2011
Best Poem of Hazel Connelly

Canvas

Before my eyes brilliant colour, perfection
Dancing gracefully in every direction,
The world of trees, the art of nature
Are simple reasons for a painter.

The power mother nature can release
Could make a painting, a masterpiece
A gallery of natures finest hues,
Enough to stir the most reluctant muse.

Should mother nature tutor me in art
My tree would show a living beating heart,
And should I save one single living tree
My canvas would inspire the world to see.

Red, orange, yellow, green and brown
Colours of beauty my brush would put ...

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Walking

Walking on a cold frosty morn
Gloves and scarf on me adorn.

Walking in the crisp fresh snow
Making my nose all aglow.

Walking up in the hills
Waterproofs on, to keep out the chills.

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