Only You

Most of the successful people you meet

Won’t have let grass grow beneath their feet.

But it’s not all about making money,

More of creating your world that’s sunny

And makes you smile across your ways,

And grin back at whatever days

Don’t sit well or rest with others,

For the fact is we’re not all brothers.

So get up and get your ideas on

For tomorrow they could all be gone,

And disappeared down the slippery slope

Leaving you frustrated without hope

That you can ever move yourself,

To gain prosperity and wealth.

But do not worry too much on this

For money is not the only bliss.

Now cast around this world of ours

Where a negative thought always devours,

But if you have your health and brain

There is little that can restrain

You from doing what you will,

Ensuring happiness soon must fulfil

Your heart and all you do,

For there’s no point in being blue.

So to just finish and be very exact

It all comes down to a simple fact.

And in this there’s no need for debate

That you can a success create.

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Yes, well agree or not, but I will push on and enlarge on the Wedding Fair where mischievously I had my photo taken with the lovely Amanda, one of three attractive ladies modelling wedding dresses, and yes, some people did jump to conclusions, but cows will be seen flying first, although said lady “got one” of my books, loved it, and did and is, pushing it. 

Please Forgive My Warts

Please forgive the warts that disfigure me

For they’ve been accumulated over time,

That wasn’t always too nice or good

As I journeyed from my prime.

For some experiences were quite cruel

And left splinters and open sores,

That festered despite any courage

As I fought those life-time wars.

So however hard you try to smile

When you churn and burn inside,

The adventurers on life’s roads

Have nowhere safe to hide.

So although you can’t see my warts

I can assure you that they’re there,

But for those who won’t see the scars

There is relief they don’t need to care,

Or pretend that they just can’t see

The countless troubles of mankind.

For when it comes to helping out,

Many pretend they’re blind.

But for me I find it very hard

To ignore or pass by distress,

Which probably added to my warts

Though again, you might not guess.

For we are always asking each other

If we’re alright, but don’t really give a jot,

And the reply nobody wants to hear

Is someone saying, no they’re not!

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From my 6^th book “Poet Reveals All” (yes, the towel one) comes a sort of metaphoric suggestion I think, but please feel free to disagree, so replies  “on a postcard” or perhaps in “Comments” section? Anyway you must make sure you get one or will be left out, for everyone needs “one” surely? To that end comes my next poem “Circus” maybe describing life now more than when I wrote it around 2018/19 and in 9^th book of mine, “Life Presented in Verse”…

Circus

I’m not a lover of the Big Top

With the contrived acts in the ring,

For I much prefer the circus of life

And the entertainment that will bring.

Which of course is what I write on

From observations of animal tamers,

Trapeze artists and those clowns

Just like many real world gamers.

Then there has to be a ring master

In charge of Big Top antics too,

Just like big shots in our lives

Wanting to boss about me and you.

But by far of greatest interest

To sardonic views of your world,

Are people and strange behaviours

Not knowing they are unfurled.

Because the funniest of clowns

Are people wanting to be revered,

Though it doesn’t quite come off

When from respect they steered.

And so many other circus like acts

Performed by buffoons in life,

Trying to show off, or juggle things

Which only leads to their strife.

Some people wanting to control

As an animal tamer of the house,

Which all falls sadly flat for them

For they’re mostly like a mouse,

That creeps quietly about and hides

So it doesn’t get found or seen,

Because for them any bravado act

Isn’t exactly what they mean.

There are also those other folks

Doing their somersaults for us,

But after exertions and endeavours

Nothing shows for all their fuss.

So perhaps just accept that a circus

Is best left to the performers way,

Because how ever hard some try

They will still be clowns each day.

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The mention of clowns has reminded me that its Joke Time..

1, Two aerials on a roof, met, fell in love and married.  The ceremony was terrible but the reception was fantastic!

2, A man went to the doctor with a raspberry stuck up his bottom, so the doctor gave him some cream for it…

3, A group of cannibals were eating a clown, when one said to the others this tastes really funny.

N B, lol please note my “tying in” of clowns and jokes, lol if you get them?

One kind compliment I had from the very nice and lovely Nessy recently, when she bought another of my books, was “I’ve been reading our residents (at a Care Home I went before Curse Covid) your poems, but how the flipping heck am I meant to be you !!!??” Ha, ha, ha, well I’m sure it was a compliment, thanks Nessy, but I do seriously miss my Care and Residential Home gigs, as do Ted and Beth and their friends…🐻🐻

Right I will crack on before you are full, so a great bit more promotion for me with another mention of me by the wonderful Lynn Parsons of Magic FM last Tuesday 18^th Jan, saying about me and my ten published books again, thanks Lynn. 

I am also on the sublime Sylvie Blackmore Show (Hi Sylvie) again on 13th February next, as its the day before Valentines Day, and I will be reading a romance poem live at 15.40 so be there “or be square” and miss out on lol getting one again. 

Ok, ok, okay, before the ending romance poem that all you romantics, would be’s, lovers, “wanna be’s” or parcels, luuuuuurrvve so much, here is a future treat for you! Suggested by that “Ol'” romantic James Harvey of my website and publishing fame, it is a “Blog of romance and love” for Valentine’s Day next time and YES will include a Ted & Beth love poem, or two? among other delights, BUT of course I WILL have my own slant on it so take those ribbons from your hair, put on some scent, (and be romantically sent too, lol sorry couldn’t resist), lower the lights and get your mood ready, OR hahahahhahahaa please yourself, but you have been notified you lucky lot….

From my very first book….

Headlight

I have observed you much of late

You may have felt my looking stare,

Perhaps you knew the reason why

Or merely how you seemed to care.

For whilst others queued to build my load

You saw I walked a lonely road,

And rejection can taste an acid pill

That even survivors blood will spill.

So when light invades consuming dark

Flames can rise from the smallest spark!

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So, as ever a big thanks to you all as,

 The Journey Continues in STIRRING mode…

Love, Light and Smiles, from myself and Ted & Beth and friends,

Laurie xx

All ten of my books :–

Poetic Views of Life

More Poetic Views of Life

Reviews of Life in Verse

Life Scene in Verse

Life Presented In Verse,

Poet Reveals All (in your world).

Poet Reflects Your World

Poetic Seeds to Fruition

Our World in Verse

Laurie’s Bundle of Poetic Humour

These all ensure my donation to the excellent charity I support, promote and donate to, that being Help for Heroes.

My first 3 books are only priced £4.99 each, with my 4^th and 5^th bigger books at £6.99. My new 9^th, 8^th, 7th and sixth books, all bigger are still £9.99, while my “Best Of” 10^th book is only £7.99, and are for sale on Amazon, book stores or preferably from me ………….. lw1800@hotmail.co.uk Or 07967 355236

I can now also write a “Personal Poem” for you, your family, any event or your business too…….

I also have a Facebook page “The Psychy Poet Laurie Wilkinson”, and a website:- www.lauriewilkinson.com = Please sign/join up absolutely free.