Life in degrees is a personal poetry and occasional short story blog .
Life is seen in many different ways or degrees and with the help of poetry, stories, music and art we may view it from many perspectives.
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Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Ice Cream Days

Ice Cream Days 

It's an ice cream day 
Yummy, Yummy 
Hip! hip! hooray!
Blue skies and sun rays ,
Yummy, Yummy
It's an ice cream day !

The sun is shining and the sky is blue, 
Not a lot one can do, 
But lick and indulge in creamy coldness,
Pistachio, Chocolate or flavours with boldness. 
Eat it quick before it drips, 
Feel it oozing between your lips, 
Feel the iciness slide all the way down, 
It will keep you smiling and banish all frowns !

Enjoy an ice cream day 
Yummy, Yummy,
Hip! Hip! Hooray !
Be a kid for your ice cream day, 
Soak up the sun and skies of blue 
You know it's what you want to do !

Yummy, Yummy,
Hip! Hip! Hooray !
We've waited so long for our 
Ice Cream day !

Street art by Banksy, Image credits: matski_98 via boredpanda

Wednesday, 18 July 2012

Raining Cats and Dogs

Raining Cats And Dogs 

The limitless, rhythmic, rain 
Upon the window 
Splish, splashing, mesmerizing 
Me into daydreams
In it's hypnotic incessant, 
 Obese clouds idly wandering around 
Holding July hostage, 
Calling a halt to the glitter of sun 
Upon my dreams. 

A white cat staring out the window on a rainy day.

Wordle: Today's Weather
Please write a poem, a prose, or
 a short story using a minimum 5 or more words 
from the wordle shown above!

Submitted to Bluebell Books Short Story Slam where the Wordle above was the prompt 

Sunday, 15 July 2012

The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game 

She waited for you 
She watched the clock 
Slowly ticking, tick, tock 
She held hope in her heart 
This was her new start, 
The man of her dreams 
Or so you seemed 
She waited for you 
She thought one 
might become two 
Gin was her solace 
Alone in the darkness 
She waited for you 
Tear stained face 
At the thought of your embrace 
She had her dreams 
Of her ideal scene 
Her and you 
Just you two 
She waited !

Submitted to Magpie Tales  where the picture was used for a prompt 

Let The Love Grow

Let The Love Grow 

As Man and Wife
You'll build the foundations of your love,
Each kissed placed
Should be your building bricks,  
Warm emotions will radiate, create 
Love of the unknown, 
A wealth of understanding to be nurtured
To be grown.

Your foundations will solidify through your years,  
The laughs, the smiles,
Sometimes the tears, 
Together you will merge, entwine,
Solo outside, but inside combined,
New Memories will be made 
To create your new joint history,
Your future together an intriguing mystery!

But love is organic 
It will flourish and grow, 
Love will regenerate, create even more,
The fresh roots of love will bind
In time,  
Emotions will reach fresh heights, intensify,
Mature !

You must cherish your foundations and roots ,
So your love remains fresh,
New growth will reveal new shoots 
So your two souls can combine to live ,
Spring should remain constant in your hearts, 
Always new ground to uncover, 
New gifts to be found,

Love is your gift ! 

My Daughter asked me to write something for her forthcoming marriage this is the amalgamation of several previous writings combined with my love and hopes for her and her future husband   

Sunday, 8 July 2012

Transplant Week

Running Out Of Time 

Tick, tock, tick, tock, 
Time is running out 
Its a race against the clock 
Tick, tock, tick, tock, 
Blood is been filtered, 
Dialysis still leaves me feeling crock, 
Tick...... tock 
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
Lungs scream for air, 
Scarred, ruined, unable to repair. 
Tick......... tock 
Tick,  tock, tick tock,
Heart is slowly beating, 
Until its final stop, 
Tick.............. ........Tock 
Tick ,tock ,tick, tock,
People can be saved ,
The situation is grave, 
Tick... tock 

Tick ,tock, tick, tock
Time is running out, 
Its a race against the clock, 
Tick, tock ,tick,tock 

Tick, tock, tick, tock ,
Tick ,tock
   STOP !

A Chance At Life 

I sat with tubes of red coming in and out of veins 
A ritual to endure, if in life I was to remain,
A life of weakness and lethargy,
Conversing with others almost like a zombie.
Thanking god for advances in technology 
Forget-me-not - Myosotis sylvatica
He lay only alive because of machines, 
Bloods and tissues positively  matched and screened.
One family mourns, cries and grieves,
One family smiles relieved at the reprieve. 
Thanking god for advances in technology
Forget-me-not - Myosotis sylvatica
The donor may be gone from earthly plains 
Thou he and his brave family have allowed me to remain
For both families he is in our hearts 
He has let my life happily restart
Thank god for his  ideology 
Forget-me-not - Myosotis sylvatica
Thank You !

Another Rainy Day

Another Rainy Day 

Another dismal, sleepy, stirring
To melancholy drops cascading,
Through the depressing morning curtain call,
The beating of my heart matching the rhythmic beat
Of those relentless drops,
Hope in my heart diminished,
By negative ions bombarding the atmosphere,
Rain be banished ! 
Allow the rays through, 
A glimpse, a hope to survive, 
Let my heart feel light. 
Lift my spirits, 
Energise, let me feel a rebirth,
The seasons are out of kilter 
My being feels splintered 
Out of sorts! 
Let The sun shine !!!!!

Street Art By Banksy

Written and submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics for the prompt of weather 

Friday, 6 July 2012

My Mountain

My Mountain 

He's always been like a mountain to me, 
Always there tall and strong, 
Forgiving me no matter what went wrong 
In his shadow was my haven, 
Even when naughty and misbehavin, 
In his arms he kept me 
Safe and sheltered from worldly harm. 

He's always been a mountain to me 
Allowed me to be me, be free, 
He's heard the moans of my strife
All through his life ,
I'm still in awe 
Though he knows me no more, 
Loving him is a joy not a chore 
The man mountain that is constant in my mind 
Remains with me still, 
Though now its harder to climb 
He'll always be my mountain, 

Submitted to Bluebell Book Short Story Slam where the picture was the prompt 

Freedom State

Freedom State 

Is freedom just a state of mind? 
A loss of things once defined, 
Is freedom unique to each being?
Of growing up, childhood fleeing, 
Freedom is to breathe and be alive, 
Not needing machines just to survive, 
Freedom is to move and take control,
Of our environs, our personal fish bowls,
Freedom is a state of mind! 
Not caused by war, or government defined!  
Freedom to think, love and feel 
Should be the core of the freedom wheel!

Submitted to Kellie Elmore Free Write Friday where the prompt was independence and freedom 

Kiss Me Kiss Me

                                                          Kiss Me Kiss Me 

Kiss me, kiss me
Not on the nose,
I want a kiss but not one of those !

Kiss me, kiss me
Street Art By Banksy .Photo taken by Simon Booth
Once Located in Brighton UK
Show me you care,                                      
I want a kiss, one we can share !

Kiss me, kiss me
Not on my cheek!
I want a kiss, not a peck to look chic!

Kiss me, kiss me,
With sensual lust,
Those are the kisses, that are a must!

Kiss me, kiss me
Till are senses are skewed,
Love is ours, what's to lose ?

Kiss me!! kiss me !!!