Author: Katherine

Poetry writer and author

The road not taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I–
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

I once fell in love with a pan

I once feel in love with a pan
It’s a well known phenomenon.
You go into the store
And right by the door
Is a pan with intrinsic elan.

This pan was made out of copper.
Just perfect for cooking our supper.
So I took out my plastic.
  Which is highly elastic!
I’m now quite the Princess of shoppers

Love my cat


I once fell in love with a cat.
He was sitting right on my doormat.
I loved his big eyes,
And the way they told lies,
So I awarded him my aegrotat.

Wow, this cat has got a degree
In folk  dancing and psychotherapy.
He sits on my knee,
While I drink my tea.
And the best part…he charges no fee!

Doctor Pann

 Please answer my question on what you like on my blog.See my latest post.

I once had a doctor called Pann
 I knew he was   a very kind  man.
He was so intuitive,
He never examined us.
But all his diagnoses still scan!

He used to write poems every night.
Despite having rather weak sight.
He won an award,
For  medical bards.
No wonder his eyes looked so bright.

So I thought I’d write poetry too
Though it’s not always easy to do.
I write every day,
It’s both work and play.
 I’d highly recommend writing to you.

I love a man

I once fell in love with a man.
It’s very hard  to explain,but I can.
He was tall,dark and plain,
And he drove a steam train.
But he would keep on calling me Anne.

I believe it was the name of his ex.
She was blonde and wore very small specs,
So I gave him an ultimatum
Covered in gold plating.
After that it was all kissing and sex.

I want to be more narcissistic,I've fallen in love with my self

I want to be more narcissistic,I’ve fallen in love with  my self

Why not read this poem by a GENIUS?
You have nothing to lose but your Clegg,
Why not read a long writ by a GENIUS
Oh please read me do you want me to beg?

Sorry…broken link!

Blossom

 Sailing through the breezy sky,
Apple blossoms flutter by.
Sparrows twitter  in high trees .
I see more butterflies than bees.

I saw a blue moth touch the leaves,
Through which the sun rays interweave.
Creating multi-patterns new,
Across my  green and golden view.