Manic energy, so many ideas, so many goals.
Starting one, then another, then getting lost.
Procrastinating, don’t know how to finish.
Getting depressed, losing motivation, scared!

My own brain is my biggests obstacle.
Can’t keep focused, side tracked, thoughts flitter.
Too many things, then energy drains, down in the dumps.
Never ending cycle, the desire to create, but the mind of a butterfly.



We’re Oddly Even

We’re oddly even,
we are divisible by two,
but not by more,
so it’s just me and you.

You and I make a whole,
I think you are the one!
We must be positive,
and be in for the long run.

I think you’re prime.
I must be two (too).
We are superperfect
give us our due.

Oddly even (singly even) numbers are numbers divisible by 2 but not 4.
Whole numbers are members of the set of positive integers including zero.
Prime numbers are only divisible by 1 and itself.
2 is the first oddly even number, the first prime number and the first superperfect number!

War and Peace

I missed it somehow,
I don’t get it at all!
Am I dense or uneducated?
I feel let down and bewildered.
What is all the fuss about?

I ploughed though this book,
all four volumes…
and epilogues too!
But I missed something somewhere,
Did you?

I couldn’t gel with the characters,
not one of the 600 stood out.
Not one made me love them.
But now I can sound clever,
I have read it! Have you?

Why is it a must read?
Please tell me, please do?
Next time I will read the history,
The truth, non fiction, will  suit!
No more Tolstoy for me, good luck if you do!

Lest we forget – Journey from Poland

Poland betrayed, army disbanded and lost.
Enslaved in Russia, snow, death, misery and dispair.
Anders, his army – the Polish Army reborn.
Long suffering march across Russia to freedom,
then escape to the Middle East, repair, restore, rejoice.

Anders Army joins the British 8th,
to Italy to fight for others.
To Italy for the wine, the women, the warmth….
to find nothing but mud, mud, mud!
But who will fight for Poland.

Monte Cassino, the name says it all.
Stuck in a tank, smelly and cramped.
The noise, the fear, the death,
and nothing but mud, mud, mud!
So many lost!

To Rome, to Rome, march on to Rome.
More fighting, more loss, more sorrow.
Finally victory, but where do we go.
Italy has been freed,
but Poland has been lost.

So many soldiers with nowhere to go.
To Naples for ship berths to some other land.
For my Grandfather UK became his new home,
a wife, two daughters and a new life.
But never to Poland again.

“For our freedom and yours
we soldiers of Poland
our soul to God
our life to the soil of Italy
our hearts to Poland”
– written on the Polish memorial on point 593
which overlooks Monte Cassino Abbey.


100 poppies


Why do you put me down so?
Why do you make fun of me?
Why do you tease me so?
Why do I feel so bad?

Why do you treat me like a child?
Why do you try to control me?
Why do you always correct me?
Why do I feel so bad?

Why are you always right?
And I am always wrong?
Why am I always to blame?
Why do I feel so bad?

Why do I feel emotional used?
And emotional abused?
Why can’t our relationship to be normal?
Why do I feel so bad?

Lost under the sea

Today I was lost,
deep under the sea.
All alone with the fish,
I felt rather free.

Like a bird on the wind,
I soared on the oceans flow.
The only noise my bubbles,
and fish eating, don’t you know.