World Poetry Day

It cam to my attention that today (21st March) is World Poetry Day and in honour of such a day, I decided to share a couple of poems. It is very rare that I ever share my writing because I don't really write poetry in a critically respectable way, I write it with emotion. But in the spirit of putting myself out there (the whole idea of this blog) I kinda though well why the chuffing heck not? So here I go...

My mask:

On the outside

I am a fierce warrior

A force with which to be reckoned

When it comes to the crunch 

My mask is my sword and shield and

Allows my strength to be beckoned

But underneath I am a frightened chid

A pushover, like the scarecrow amidst the storm

When faced with a fight 

My only defence is my ability to hide

And run from my fears, whatever their form

God's Own Country:

Eyup! By gum and bloody hell

These are the sounds where the Yorkshire folk dwell

Proud are we, emblazoned with the white rose

Flat caps and wellies are our kind of clothes

There's a lot about which we could boast

For we are the home of the Sunday roast

You may thank us for Thorntons, Bassett's and Rowntree's

As well as for rhubarb and Wensleydale cheese

Nowhere else to folk talk so humbly

So welcome, all to God's own country

Thank you for visiting my blog and have a great day! And be kind!