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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
Today 7:45am
Today 7:45am
Turn the tide
When grey depression rolls
creeps unseen
ghosting in behind the cheer
our spirits ebbing, downward slide
how can you turn the tide
When the road is all uphill
sing a solo song
never join the choir's throng
is someone there, to just confide?
how can you turn the tide
The warmth of seeing falling snow
feel the pinch, the first Jack frost
a painted tear melt the greasepaint
in the open trying to hide
how can you turn the tide
The ghost's that never let you rest
to see life pass , be so vexed ...
creeps unseen
ghosting in behind the cheer
our spirits ebbing, downward slide
how can you turn the tide
When the road is all uphill
sing a solo song
never join the choir's throng
is someone there, to just confide?
how can you turn the tide
The warmth of seeing falling snow
feel the pinch, the first Jack frost
a painted tear melt the greasepaint
in the open trying to hide
how can you turn the tide
The ghost's that never let you rest
to see life pass , be so vexed ...
#Christmas
10 reads
1 Comment
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 7:03pm
26th Nov 2020 7:03pm
Ice cream
The mercury was rising fast, so parched
the wilted whitened grass,
my tongue its dry as red sandstone
I seek the cream upon the cone
As the heat is beating down. I gasp
to times when I just let it pass
and mirages of milkmaids pulling udders
overflowing pails of white, to smother
As I dream, the virgin dome with its topping
once I start there's no stopping
the unctuous smooth, flows round the teeth
pleasures chill upon the lips, that greets
And starts endorphins spinning
slurping. savouring...
the wilted whitened grass,
my tongue its dry as red sandstone
I seek the cream upon the cone
As the heat is beating down. I gasp
to times when I just let it pass
and mirages of milkmaids pulling udders
overflowing pails of white, to smother
As I dream, the virgin dome with its topping
once I start there's no stopping
the unctuous smooth, flows round the teeth
pleasures chill upon the lips, that greets
And starts endorphins spinning
slurping. savouring...
#food
13 reads
2 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Nov 2020 8:43am
26th Nov 2020 8:43am
Webmistress
Took the blinding leap of faith
stood firm and and said " I wont be swayed"
to see a vision, believe its grace
to dig for gold with a rusty spade
Walk upon the red hot coals
the chef to fire the appetite, with tasty bowls
set the course
be the spring rise, at its source
A ballroom chandelier, to captivate
the joy as we participate
and as we swirl and dance
to the webmistress, we give our thanks
Not a competition entry
stood firm and and said " I wont be swayed"
to see a vision, believe its grace
to dig for gold with a rusty spade
Walk upon the red hot coals
the chef to fire the appetite, with tasty bowls
set the course
be the spring rise, at its source
A ballroom chandelier, to captivate
the joy as we participate
and as we swirl and dance
to the webmistress, we give our thanks
Not a competition entry
#respect
19 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th Nov 2020 2:01pm
25th Nov 2020 2:01pm
The blink of time
In the dust that streams, the cosmic beams
on what wonders will they land
in 3030 the distance that intrigues
cast our before, a truth or just a sham
When all the ice caps, are no more
fog and mist blot out the sun
we drive our boat and see no shore
the prophets word, that doom will come
But man with instincts to survive
the petrol pumps have long since dried
in fathoms, or in countryside
in capsule's blown by wind and tide
Ride a genetically modified horse with wings
on floating islands tied with springs ...
on what wonders will they land
in 3030 the distance that intrigues
cast our before, a truth or just a sham
When all the ice caps, are no more
fog and mist blot out the sun
we drive our boat and see no shore
the prophets word, that doom will come
But man with instincts to survive
the petrol pumps have long since dried
in fathoms, or in countryside
in capsule's blown by wind and tide
Ride a genetically modified horse with wings
on floating islands tied with springs ...
#dreams
#utopia
15 reads
3 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
20th Nov 2020 8:11pm
20th Nov 2020 8:11pm
Healing Prescription
Healing Prescription
#healing
25 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Nov 2020 8:35am
20th Nov 2020 8:35am
The bridge soon to be crossed
As near the lake, I cast a stone
and stand and watch it bounce
duck's and drakes, squawk in overtones
skimming, its short flight pronounced
settled, leave the self so all alone
short term, that came all unannounced
as life, will have its ups and downs
each ripple ebbing, slowly drown.
In mourning, standing on the bridge
hear the water trickle past
be with it, its dark seeing images
who threw the die? that you were cast
stolen time, that we were pledged
my soul flies, sombre, at half mast
fair...
and stand and watch it bounce
duck's and drakes, squawk in overtones
skimming, its short flight pronounced
settled, leave the self so all alone
short term, that came all unannounced
as life, will have its ups and downs
each ripple ebbing, slowly drown.
In mourning, standing on the bridge
hear the water trickle past
be with it, its dark seeing images
who threw the die? that you were cast
stolen time, that we were pledged
my soul flies, sombre, at half mast
fair...
#love
#grief
#death
#memorial
#LordByron
27 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
18th Nov 2020 9:07am
18th Nov 2020 9:07am
Houdini Syndrome
Wrap the chain and lock it tight
roll the boulder, close the hole
for it's constriction, just seems right
to be a hermit, or a mole
Pinned in lockdown, and confined
in my constraint, I feel so free
incarceration for me, is so sublime
it's solitude a liberty
Ever the introverted optimist
cell walls closing, are such bliss
the gaudy gaggle so not missed
like Harry a convinced recidivist
roll the boulder, close the hole
for it's constriction, just seems right
to be a hermit, or a mole
Pinned in lockdown, and confined
in my constraint, I feel so free
incarceration for me, is so sublime
it's solitude a liberty
Ever the introverted optimist
cell walls closing, are such bliss
the gaudy gaggle so not missed
like Harry a convinced recidivist
#loneliness
19 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
16th Nov 2020 4:05pm
16th Nov 2020 4:05pm
Poo sticks
As we stood and dropped a stick
our vision's cast, were all upstream
the currents swirl, and fickle twist
to hold on, and trap todays moonbeams
The diamond' s glitter in the dark
greener grass, so near, so far
and lay foundations for the arch
to tread the arc towards your heart
In the wash, the eddies writhe
perfection, its reflection skewed
and destinies may be disguised
the evermore, or just the interlude
But in the water as it swept
to be both items in one boat ...
our vision's cast, were all upstream
the currents swirl, and fickle twist
to hold on, and trap todays moonbeams
The diamond' s glitter in the dark
greener grass, so near, so far
and lay foundations for the arch
to tread the arc towards your heart
In the wash, the eddies writhe
perfection, its reflection skewed
and destinies may be disguised
the evermore, or just the interlude
But in the water as it swept
to be both items in one boat ...
#FallingInLove
74 reads
4 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
15th Nov 2020 5:29pm
15th Nov 2020 5:29pm
Banksy ?
Commissioned, by needs so profound
the salt that stings an open wound.
Pathos bringing its own cult
hangs the entire wall all by itself.
The gallery to make you gulp
the pleading eyes that ask for help.
Spray can etch a pentagram
to be a lion not a lamb.
A spell of everything so wrong
holds the futures on a slender string.
To feel and greet just suffering,
the bubble floats, should we just sit?
So tied with no initiative
or pull down tomorrows hopes decal.
The sign that time won't heed our...
the salt that stings an open wound.
Pathos bringing its own cult
hangs the entire wall all by itself.
The gallery to make you gulp
the pleading eyes that ask for help.
Spray can etch a pentagram
to be a lion not a lamb.
A spell of everything so wrong
holds the futures on a slender string.
To feel and greet just suffering,
the bubble floats, should we just sit?
So tied with no initiative
or pull down tomorrows hopes decal.
The sign that time won't heed our...
#hope
20 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
14th Nov 2020 8:52pm
14th Nov 2020 8:52pm
Another bite at the cherry
My old Nissan
its shine, with years , dulled, fading fast
its blotchy skin.
When was it polished last
and catch a glint.
Hanging from the mirror
a car vent that looks just like Tom Jones.
Dream; the apple Adam held,
the need to taste forbidden fruit.
With evil pride his ego swelled
I thought that I was in a hurry
the radio was playing Brian Ferry.
Addicted to love, vain hopes anthem
and one on one, be the sum.
In expectation longer dwell,
like children playing hide and seek
look round the corner take a peep. ...
its shine, with years , dulled, fading fast
its blotchy skin.
When was it polished last
and catch a glint.
Hanging from the mirror
a car vent that looks just like Tom Jones.
Dream; the apple Adam held,
the need to taste forbidden fruit.
With evil pride his ego swelled
I thought that I was in a hurry
the radio was playing Brian Ferry.
Addicted to love, vain hopes anthem
and one on one, be the sum.
In expectation longer dwell,
like children playing hide and seek
look round the corner take a peep. ...
#romantic
#aging
#RitaDove
24 reads
1 Comment
STORY POEM
Published
9th Nov 2020 1:01pm
9th Nov 2020 1:01pm
Music of the night
Beethoven's - Moonlight sonata
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU&feature=youtu.be
The clouds that move in slow procession
remember, never to the earth be tied.
Pensive, waiting for the moon's progression
reflect the glow, whatever side.
As the stars small, glitter. humbly,
in major and in minor all combine,
a chorus in the lunar summary
as each day, at end, begin its prelude.
Settled twilight as the bird set down to roost
a timpani, a feather falling on the coup.
In the dimming,...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4Tr0otuiQuU&feature=youtu.be
The clouds that move in slow procession
remember, never to the earth be tied.
Pensive, waiting for the moon's progression
reflect the glow, whatever side.
As the stars small, glitter. humbly,
in major and in minor all combine,
a chorus in the lunar summary
as each day, at end, begin its prelude.
Settled twilight as the bird set down to roost
a timpani, a feather falling on the coup.
In the dimming,...
#music
35 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
7th Nov 2020 9:37am
7th Nov 2020 9:37am
The Truman show
It foretold what was to come
laid the plans
to predict the new outcomes
drew the blueprints, in tomorrows sand.
Utopia, behold its shining centrefold
As Alexa snoops
all the corporate giants listen
unknowingly, we jump all kinds of hoops
and each align, individuality all forbidden.
Utopia behold its golden totem pole
Each the actor centre stage
when Covid leaves an empty nest
men in grey suits, sent to persuade
the world will have to be reset.
Behold utopia. it's mind to take complete...
laid the plans
to predict the new outcomes
drew the blueprints, in tomorrows sand.
Utopia, behold its shining centrefold
As Alexa snoops
all the corporate giants listen
unknowingly, we jump all kinds of hoops
and each align, individuality all forbidden.
Utopia behold its golden totem pole
Each the actor centre stage
when Covid leaves an empty nest
men in grey suits, sent to persuade
the world will have to be reset.
Behold utopia. it's mind to take complete...
#betrayal
#dreams
#hypocrisy
35 reads
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