Author: Richard R. Linden

  • 11th Hour

    A poppy now blooms where they fell,

    Its scarlet a soft, wordless knell.

    We remember and pray,

    Each Armistice Day,

    That peace may continue to dwell.

  • Soggy Socks

    I stepped in a puddle, then froze,

    As water seeped in through my toes.

    My socks held a pool,

    I felt such a fool,

    Because now I squelch where I goes.

  • My Defiant Strawberry Plant

    While roses have called it a year,

    My strawberry’s full of good cheer.

    Its fruit, bright and red,

    Defying winter’s tread,

    A rebel that laughs at the drear.

  • Selection Box

    I opened a box with delight,

    Though Christmas was nowhere in sight.

    It’s only November,

    But I can’t remember

    a rule that says waiting is right.

  • Cold

    The thermostat clicked and turned on:

    the chill in the hallway was gone.

    Though the bills made me groan,

    I can’t chill to the bone!

    So comfort will have to live on.

  • Bleedin’ Radiators

    I bled all the radiators clean,

    (An annual ritual scene).

    A geyser of brown,

    Spurted up and around:

    Now my carpet’s not quite as pristine.

  • Fireworks

    A rocket shot up through with light,

    Exploding in colours so bright.

    The crowd gave a cheer,

    As sparks danced near,

    To celebrate Guy Fawkes Night

  • Catherine Wheel

    A Catherine Wheel spun with such flair,

    It hissed as it whirled through the air.

    It fizzled and popped,

    Then suddenly stopped:

    And smoked like it just didn’t care.

  • Stamp

    I’ve a hobby that’s somewhat exotic,

    Amassing a collection that’s quixotic:

    Each stamp that I lick,

    In my book I do stick,

    It’s a pleasure that’s philatelic!

  • Season Change

    November drifts in with a sigh,

    While leaves do their dance and then die.

    The bonfires gleam,

    Like sparks in a dream,

    As winter gives autumn a try.