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A poem for every day in January

Updated on March 27, 2015

My poems for a year continue

Here are my poems for January. These poems may not all be seasonal, although the weather affects us all. I write on various topics. If you have come here at the beginning of the month there will be only a few poems available, as I add them one at a time on a daily basis. Nine months of poetry precede this page and you are welcome to read any of these which you will see featured below. I intend to complete the series at the beginning of April 2011.

Step forward

January 1st, 2011

The gate hangs open into a new year,

Step forward with confidence.

It is another chance

To do things right.

Perhaps a little hesitance is wise.

Better to move circumspectly

And not to blunder on

Like some large moose.

No, be a gazelle.

Friendly chatter

January 2nd, 2011

When with like-minded folk you meet,

The atmosphere's great, the talk is sweet.

You understand each others' thought.

Nothing leaves you feeling fraught.

To be with friends

To reminisce,

What joy is this,

What wholesome bliss


January 3rd, 2011

We all look forward to holidays,

But what joy there is in routine.

You know where you are then I say

Know where you're going, where you've been.

It's great to laze about

On a comfy settee,

But getting stuck into your usual routine

Is a good way to be.

So do not decry that the holiday is over.

Life awaits you in the routine

You'll feel you're in clover.

Hopes and fears

January 4th, 2011

We plod along

And face another day.

Already the nights pull out,

The days begin to lengthen.

The hope of Spring,not far away,

Tempts us to brighten up.

Winter may still have many cold winds

And icy temperatures to chill us,

But ever hopeful we will stride out

With joy in our hearts.


January 5th, 2011

Digging deep into the past.

Finding bone and pot at last.

Shovelling through the mud to find

What was there, first thought in mind.

Excavating in the ground,

"Shall we try that small, green mound?"

When the fever gets your brain

You will never stop again.

The obsession pulls you on

To dig deep till hope is gone.

Oh what tales you'll tell at night

By the campfire's cheerful light.

The Party

January 6th, 2011

The party for the seniors

Is taking place tonight.

I'll be the youngest, I expect.

But that will be alright.

There will be fun and laughter

And games and treats I think.

After, when it's over

Someone else will have hands in the sink.

There will be talk of yesteryear,

Perhaps before I was born.

Of times back in the war,

Before I had my morn.

At last all will return home

To each separate flat,

Full of party food,

Feeling quite fat.

It's good to share our memories

Of times gone by,

To have a little laughter

And even a little sigh.

Alone or sharing

January 7th, 2011

Watch the telly

Fill your belly,

With good things to eat.

Slouch upon the settee,

Dreaming of confetti.

Is that all you aspire to?

Raise yourself,

Shake yourself,

Aim for higher things.

Help somebody,

Share your life.

See what joy it brings.

Spending time with people

Has a mutual blessing.

We are social beings.

I really am not messing.

Sharing will bring joy,

Try this happy ploy.


January 8th, 2011

Shall we play at creeping?

Shall we play at peeping?

Travel round the garden,

Hide behind a bush?

Shall we play at hiding?

Shall we all be chiding?

Travel up the hill

Give a little push?

Shall we still be playing

When the hounds are baying?

Chasing the fox

Now all is hush.

Friends of blessing

January 9th, 2011

How beautiful

To share beliefs

With those

Who are likeminded.

And yet I chose to be with those

Who leave me

Quite confounded.

I want to share what I have with them.

They do not see what I mean,

And yet though the others

Are easier for me to be with,

I feel I am called to be with the ones

Blind to much that I believe.

The railway at Borghat

January 10th, 2011

The engineers of days gone by

Stood for a photo,

To be remembered as the men

who built the railway

From Mumbai to Madras.

They overcame tremendous difficulties

Among them Alice Treadwell.

An indomitable women project manager.

And still the trains run to and fro.

And still the sheets are washed.

This line employs so many.

Through India's torrid clime still the trains pass.

Winter waiting

January 11th, 2011

The light shines down

On the twinkling brook,

A sunny day in winter,

Respite as we look.

A fluttering bird

Bumbles through the hedge.

Another hunts for food

In the sedge.

All life is dimmed

At this time of year,

But burns within

Ready to re-appear.

Fascinating fascinator

January 12th, 2011

Today was wet and grey.

I did not mind.

I went to town

To see what I could find.

I searched the hats

And fascinators

Until I found

Sooner or later

Just the right one.

It was beige and beautiful

With feathers tall

And draped across one eye.

I'll be the belle of the ball.

Well no that will be

The bride's prerogative,

But I will be next in line

Before all other combatives.

This wondrous millinery

That draws out my praise

In singing verse

Must indeed be worth a gaze.

Mood swings

January 13th,2011

It is a funny thing

How a mood can swing.

One moment passive

The next aggressive.

What will come next?

Shall I be sunny

Have a beaming smile?

Or will I be down in the dumps

With face as long as a mile?

Do you change like this?

With many coloured mood?

Or is your nature constant

Rock steady glued?

The view

January 14th, 2011

Today I went to Tiverton

A little market town.

I went to the council offices

And looked them up and down.

I went to see a drawing

Of flats planned by my home.

To see if I objected

Or would let them come.

Other people too need homes

What if I lose my view?

I can always go outside

And share it too.


January 15th, 2011

The family came for lunch today,

Fish and chips we shared.

We had some happy banter

And showed how much we cared.

It's good to be together

When once we were apart

To share our lives together

And love with a good heart.

Once our paths were sundered

But now we share with joy

Happy times together

For each girl and boy.

Another Sunday

January 16th, 2011

Another Sunday spent with friends.

Some time in church

With me at the helm

On my pulpit perch.

What makes me think

I have the right

To tell others what God is saying?

What gives me the insight?

I am not there to tell others

What to do,

But listen to the words myself,

See what is new.

The preacher preaches to herself

No less.

The words not just for the congregation,

Which I stress.


January 17th, 2011

Our friend was eighty

We had a bit of a do

A jolly party

When morning bowls was through.

His name is Bob

He is a good sort

So we went to the pub

and drank some port.

We had a buffet

With chicken and quiche

Sandwiches too

On a big dish.

We sang Happy Birthday

And loudly did cheer

And wondered how many more of us

Eighty years would near.

Bob is hale and hearty

And great to know,

Wish more could be well

At his age, just so.

Funny old weather

January 18th, 2011

A morning bright and fresh and clear,

With birdsong falling on my ear.

Sunshine cheering up the day.

Can this be January?

Such wondrous change

Our land can know,

One moment sun

The next we have snow.

And rain can pour and pour for days

And leave us feeling sad and maze.

By the weather we are most affected.

Without the sun we feel neglected.

But give us sun

And we are cheered.

Too much rain

We just feel weird.

Winter sun

January 19th, 2011

The January sun is pleasing,

My depression easing.

Oh may it last a while.

When winter rain is plunging

I feel I'm in a dungeon

Of gloom and despair.

But when the sun is shining

My mind is dining

On a feast of love.

The golden orb above

Fills our lives with love.

We rejoice most gladly.

Walk and talk

January 20th, 2011

In our village we have a club

Called walk and talk

Where we talk and walk.

Today the sun shone

And the air was clear

We walked uphill

In our walking gear.

There was ice to avoid

On the surface of the road.

It was good to reach the fields

As I tell in this ode.

The grass was green and spongy,

The view beautious to behold.

We tramped joyfully onward

Till we reached another road.

We talked together

And mingled,

As on we tramped

Came to a muddy yard

Our spirits still undamped.

I slipped and nearly fell

I would have been a sorry sight,

With cow dung on my clothes

But all turned out alright.

We tramped on up the road

Till the pub came into sight.

We had coffee and more chat

Then returned home full of fight.

A wonderful day

January 21st,2011

A wonderful day

Full of gentle tears and laughter,

Of wedding dresses

Prepared for a daughter.

Of roaming in town

A purchase to find

Wool and needles

And what's on my mind.

Driving the country lanes

To get to my tutor.

Learning new things

On my computer.

Then out in the evening

To dinner at seven,

With friends from bowling

In this county of Devon.

What a whirlwind day

With activity packed.

I must go to bed now

Because I feel whacked.

Evening rest

January 22nd, 2011

The cold crisp air

Supports a sunset fine.

The colours blend

Along the western line.

Another day is ebbing

To its close.

I am ready for

My evening repose.

The work of day

Is done

I lay me down

As does the sun.

Sunday rest

January 23rd, 2011

The day is dull

The cars pass by,

As I watch

From my flat on high.

It's Sunday

And my world is at peace.

I'll take a nap

Beneath a fleece.

I'll go to church

To praise the Lord

And sing like all

With one accord.

I'll gather strength

For the week to come.

The thought of the week

Will not make me glum.

While many must work

And get very tired,

I'm in the happy position of

Being retired.

Birthday girl

January 24th, 2011

It's my birthday today.

I've just been to play

A game or two of bowls.

I gave my friends chocolates

Because they're mates

And shared by day

With a birthday boy.

Soon I will go

Not just for show,

For tea and cakes

With another friend

Who my presents makes.

She gave me an apron

In green and brown

To encourage me

To do more housework

Before the day's gone.

Hope springs eternal

January 25th, 2011

A new day breaks

My spirit awakes

To go forth on ventures new.

With feelings high

I breathe a sigh

For all that might have been.

But forward I go

To meet the foes

Of doubt and despair.

I'll walk a new path

And keep from wrath

As upward I go.

There is always room for hope.

Never a need to mope

As the new day begins.

Time to come

January 26th, 2011

When days are grey

And I am glum.

I like to think of summer fun.

Of sun and sea

And days of glee.

Building castles

In the sand.

When those days come

Won't it be grand?

It helps to while away the time

When days are really less than fine.

But turn again

the seasons will

And fill us with a joyous thrill.

Till then we'll bide our time and read

Till comes the time to sow the seed,

To see our gardens wake and spill

With glorious colour by the rill.

Washing dishes

January 27th, 2011

At the end of the day

When those dirty dishes lay,

There in the sink,

Does your heart sink too?

I've never learnt to feel appreciated

For my efforts at the sink.

But now I'm learning to think of it

As the happiest time of the day.

I think how pleased I will be when I have a row

Of shining saucepans don't you know?

All waiting for me to use again.

It's the cyclical nature of life that gets me down

Everything turning around and around.

I want to arrive

But instead I must travel

On a treadmill of dirty dishes.

When will I have served my time

And be set free forever.

Meeting an old friend

January 28th, 2011

An old friend calls on the phone,

Out of the blue.

You decide to meet

That's what you do.

You get to the meeting place first

And pace about thinking the worst.

But then they arrive with a ready smile.

You hug and go in to drink camomile.

The conversation is easy,

You stop feeling queazy

And enjoy the talk of the past.

You're sad when it's time to part, at last.

T.V. murders

January 29th, 2011

Dreaming spires

And singing choirs

And murders one by one.

This is Lewis's Oxford.

He's got them on the run.

If murders happened there

As often as they declare,

The populace would be in a state of fear

And not feel safe to drink their beer.


January 30th, 2011

The snowdrops are out

Dangling their pure heads.

With green edging to the white

What a welcome sight.

They cheer us

And make us think of spring.

Oh how the the bell of our heart

Does ring.

Then soon will come the crocus

Both purple and golden.

What a sight to beholden.

Don't judge

January 31st, 2011

Walk a mile in my shoes

She said.

I did and was a mile away

She had not heard my tread.

But now I knew

I had thought it through.

I knew where she was coming from.

For I too had done,

What I thought I should not,

Knew perfection was not easily won.

Hurrah for those folks

Who have withstood fifty years of marriage.

We salute you

We humbler folk

With our list of divorces.

How near did you ever come to it?

How much have you suffered

To get where you are?

How much do you understand us?

Leaves Alive

An extra poem from 2012, Jan 5th

They say the leaves are dead now,

But I see them set free from the twig,

Dancing together merrily,

Collecting in the gutter for a chat.

Leaping like frogs,

Flying like birds.

All summer long they were fettered to the bough.

Now set free to dash headlong

Through the welcoming fields.

They hide a while

Then leap out

In a gleeful, tumbling dance.

Say hello

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    • RandySturridge profile image


      5 years ago

      Pretty cool how you kept up with a poem a day all those months.

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      6 years ago

      I see I was here a year and 2 days ago...returning to bless!

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      7 years ago

      I like this little poem about washing dishes.

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      7 years ago

      That's a huge collection of poetry, well done in sticking to your schedule of writing poetry everyday.

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      7 years ago

      Oh, I do love Friendly chatter. What a tremendous gift of poetry. Thanks for sharing.

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      7 years ago

      What a wonderful and inspiring idea for a lens, Liz. I will have to come back again and read to the end. Thank you!

    • kougar lm profile image

      kougar lm 

      7 years ago

      What a wonderful way to start the year. I look forward to reading all the months I have missed. Thank-you

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      7 years ago

      I am welcoming your new January poems to this world and link this page to my lens. Thumbs up!

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      Mary Beth Granger 

      7 years ago from O'Fallon, Missouri, USA

      Love your poetry lenses. Blessed by a SquidAngel.


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