by Peter Bruffell | Dec 8, 2007 | Poetry
My wife told me to change a light bulb, That was hanging in the air But it was dark, I could not see, I had to stand upon a chair. One leg of the chair was shorter, Than it should really be And when I stood upon it, It became very wobbly. “ Hurry up, ” my dear wife...
by Peter Bruffell | Nov 27, 2007 | Poetry
Drifting up and far away Upon a soft caressing hand, Or is it I, in gentle sway, That lifts me from this land. I look below, I see myself Gazing out but not within There, gathered around my earthly wealth, Are my friends and all my kin! Adrift I flout, up high above,...
by Peter Bruffell | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
What is a finger? There are eight of them I see, Two sets of four on each hand Like branches on a tree. What is a finger? We can even make them talk And when we eat our dinner, They hold our knife and fork. What is a finger? With joints of which there’s three, We use...
by Peter Bruffell | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
A light it shines within our hearts, More brightly than a star, It gives us hope of Christian love Sent to us from afar. We make this day to celebrate The birth of Our Fathers Son, He came to Earth as that light With peace and love for everyone. Now Christmas time, it...
by Peter Bruffell | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
What would I give for a simple life? To take things easy and have no strife To meet each day without a worry, To go out shopping with loads of money, To have no cares about surviving, To buy in food without contriving, To just go out and have no heed To get the kids...
