All I can do is follow my heart
The one that you fill.
You made me unique.
So I can follow no one else.
I wait for your still small voice.
But I don't hear anything.

I am blind, but I know it,
So there is hope.
I follow my heart
Where it leads, I go.
Yes, I am blind...
But I can feel the light.

Read and leave comments (2)

Flourished, and quintescence,

A ghoul to be,

And we are but the marbles in machines.

I am too the body of yore,

It was a dancing glory,

It was but another day between.

It heard in sight,

And day light being,

The crescent of a moon beam.

I am not shadow,

Nor white,

A dad in the moon beam.

It's just a saying,

The world of rapture,

And in ...

Read and leave comments (2)

While sitting on a couch,

My mind came with a fable

On the clock placed above the table.

White, shiny, silver and style

Depicting every journey of mile.

Side by me was my mom

Sleeping soundly like a baby born.

Then I took a deep dive in pond

Of thoughts, confusion, worries and all.

Baby assumed was a baby ago a while

And certainly would be same for me after ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Sitting, watching as the world goes by,

Life passes in the breath of a sigh.

Casually takes everything in his stride,

Bowled slow, missed stumps, scoring wide.

There’s no rush while others steadfastly run,
Content to view what had already begun.

For those who chase their eventual prize,
See only stillness behind his glazed eyes.

Others measure worth in what they’ve wo...

Read and leave comments (0)

Oh lord please give me 
a little time on these legs 
I need to get to the store 
then climb those stairs 

If I could have just
a little while on this back 
I need to sit for a while 
to give the feet a rest 

I wouldn’t ask too much 
another day with these eyes 
to see her face once more 
before I lose my sight 

then maybe a moment 
with these hands 
I just wanted to touch 
the...

Read and leave comments (2)

That, which could not be me:

That where wasn't safe. 

It's burnt to the core like a Phoenix

dashed into The Volcano

fierce, The Heart of the Earth.

And I'm surrendering to music now. 

Read and leave comments (0)

(If you don't know who this is your life is indeed impverished)

Grimy windows, door jammed shut

Fat man snoring, scratching gut

Empty bottle – he's half cut

Beware though, it's a sham.

His suit is from Exchange and Mart

Fat man wakes up with a start

Snoring broke by his own fart

The Legend – Jackson Lamb.

Trainer of Slow Horses

The legend- Jackson Lamb

Read and leave comments (8)

They are not dumb,
They are numb.
They just believe
The world will never let them grieve.

They are searching for a way
To believe they’re okay.
In quiet moments, they often say,
“Sorry, I can’t go back today.”

They need strength,
Not to hold back their tears,
But to admit their inner length,
And name their fears.

Read and leave comments (1)

Read and leave comments (2)

hope is a bloom bursting

into the noonday sun

a breeze that lingers

and piques the senses

saltwater welling 

behind unblinking eyelids

a moment of silence in memory 

and another page waiting to be revealed

in the chronicles stretching from the cradle

to the place where so many wordless prayers

are offered 

to home and a place where the hear...

Read and leave comments (2)

On metal steps he lost his life

left the keys in his cherished car

falling backwards struck his head

ascending to yellow council skips.

Appearing in the local press

a column and a photograph

a much respected electrician

constantly required, recently retired. 

Nobody could work it out

it just seemed so unfair,

but life and death are mysteries

that hide beh...

Read and leave comments (1)

Screens are the crematoriums of yesterday's news,

we switch them on

we switch them off,

between the static seeking brighter views,

our interest gone

the pyres excused...

We rant and rage for our own need,

we curse at this

we curse at that,

between our fast we sate our greed

we crave all bliss

we waste our seed...

While borders bloat and bellies sh...

Read and leave comments (6)

I cannot remember the last words

I’ve had with people I’ll never see again

(probably best in a few cases, I’m afraid).

Thinking back on this, I wish I had noted some of them

in a treasured journal I’ve often thought about.

At present, I can never know when these words will happen.

So, attempting to write them down would be absurd.

But even if I could, I would hope th...

Read and leave comments (0)

Beer. Chat.
Beer, chat, beer.
Chat, beer, nom, nom, chat. Beer.
Beer.
Beer.
Oh god, I need a cigarette. I remember those.
A night cap.
A long short wobbly walk home.
Whiskey. TV. Beer.
Chair asleep.
Bed.

Read and leave comments (1)

The ethnic cleansing was a beautiful thing

It really was

Those herded into pastures new

Gobbled the green grass gratefully 

Joyous in subservience 

One day, they may be allowed to return 

To play a round of golf

Or sip cocktails on the sands of their forefathers…

In distant lands, a glorious dictator glows

Like the sun

Basking in magnificent megalomania 

Estab...

Read and leave comments (4)

Joy so swiftly’s turned to sadness, now,

what heavy hearts for Liverpool, these days.

Along the Strand I’ve walked with dad,

he loved it there, up Water Street,

pints in pubs, their voices music to our ears,

real wit and wisdom, working folks’ true class:

they’ll never walk alone, those hearts of gold.

Read and leave comments (3)

Read and leave comments (0)

spring ephemerals
popping effortlessly up
just past the surface

to lift our sorrows
and remind us all; goodness
comes around again

it lives in moments
we create in space and time
neighbors, friends, strangers

hold one another
make the goodness stick around
once, twice, forever

Read and leave comments (0)

UNDERWATER WORLD

By the Urban Poet

An underwater house

In an underwater world

With underwater guys

And underwater girls

In a subterranean homesick land

Where mermaids take you by the hand

Their bodies gyrating to water music

With a strong backbeat

you can shake your booty

Some of those maids 

are raunchy fish

But not in it for the money

If you get my drift

Read and leave comments (3)

Shovel it up, shuffle it down

Mix it until it fades

It freezes everything

So best to let it stall.

Stalling the inner city,

Stepping into different gravity

Escaping the choking air,

Polluted with disharmony.

Wash it, ignore it, suppress it—

Then comes the wave.

It floods the senses,

Shatters the lenses.

Read and leave comments (0)

Fred Bunting, TV gardener, retired,

Confessed to the world that he had sired

Three sons and a daughter, handsomely aged,

With Mavis Malarky, alluring, unwaged.

Fred ran a farm shop while still on our screens,

Where Mavis would pop by each day for greens.

They say Fred was smitten the first time they met,

And soon their encounters were steamy and wet.

Friends notic...

Read and leave comments (4)

From The Liver Buildings, up high.

Tears, they drip from Bertie’s eye.

Through the red, foggy haze they fall.

Bertie, our Liver Bird, he saw it all.

Bertie protects our City, as you know.

Now in horror, his tears sadly flow.

Bertie saw the whole incident occur.

Jubilation and cheers, filled the air.

Then the sounds of screams and cries.

Rang out loudly, in the Liverpool ...

Read and leave comments (3)

Okay, okay, I see that you are distressed.
 I see that you are feeling like you want to cry,
  you're frustrated,
 lately you've been feeling
 angry more than usual. It's ok to not know exactly why. 

I feel the boxes
 maybe I can list them:
political targeting of trans people,
 the unreliability of [redacted]'s access to HRT,
 the amount of work needed to ensure she is 
as safe
 as po...

Read and leave comments (2)

For a claustrophobic, a lift ride feels a death ride.

For an agarophobic, a crowded place kills like a cyanide, sucking away lungs’ oxygen.

For a glossophobic, a social conversation is more of a choking spell, while being tongue-tied.

For a scopophobic, it is quite easy to die, just by a burp in a hushed office. Well, the grouped glares can slit throats.

How to die earliest?

Be a su...

Read and leave comments (2)

Climb the staircase of the outside fire escape
The only way to reach Margaret’s salon she ran out of her top floor flat kitchen 
Widows entertained with tea and gossip as cats clambered over their chairs 
taking residence on their laps 
Enjoying the company whilst having their fortnightly blue rinse 
 
Mum went to Margaret 
Her mum went to Margaret
Her mum went to Margaret 
 
Hair as tra...

Read and leave comments (0)

She leans down brushing her hair

Across my cheek

I feel the warmth of her breath

Her brown eyes flash and

A smile breaks over her face

As she asks whether I am alright

I swallow hard and manage a yes

The death of dark days pass

As I realise that she is there

In the moment

I feel life surge through my body

My brain acknowledges the light

And the fight is over

...

Read and leave comments (2)

Dear friends!

Please, read my poem in the comments.

          Regards,

         Larisa

Read and leave comments (1)

I watch in retrospective lens
Piercing through the dense smoke,
Certain dramatic objects evoke
Certain vivid memories of the past.

Bitter made to feel sweet;
Fallen feather or intentionally plucked,
Nobody noticed, no one ever 
Was curious enough to know.

A keen-sighted bird watches a
Wrong touch made to feel right,
Does the sun have an account
Of the happenings of the night?

Blu...

Read and leave comments (1)

The quill of a forgotten moment, 
a signature of time upon the sky, 
languid white clouds drifting by, 
spurs a sharp pain that wouldn't go, 
strikes paper filled with imprints, 
ink staining along a cracked soul.

The hand moves in quiet rebellion, 
scraping against the silence left behind, 
words spilling like embers from a fire 
long thought extinguished but still breathing, 
its w...

Read and leave comments (4)

Image: Deparure day time to say goodbye for another year, Jojo with her grandson Josh, he loves her to bits, really looks after her and teases her relenlessly at times, as we say in Yorkshire "A reyt grand lad". 

08.05.25 – 137) Rise with a feeling of sadness after a month of gladness

Poetry events an’ more, sharin’ my latest score on my 13th Texas poetry tour

Try...

Read and leave comments (0)

I'm on the edge of myself,
where skin is not enough
and desire spreads
like a nameless flame.

On your body - a mirror of absence -
I search for myself:
a burning instant
between now and nevermore.

The flesh longs for verb,
but all is silence
when I touch you with my soul.

I am a lit shadow,
I am a blind word,
wanting you
where you no longer are.

And in the dark of the room
...

Read and leave comments (0)

Home. 

The only home I ever truly had
Lays beneath the skin and bones I was born with
I’ve wasted so much time
Filling bricks and mortar
With memories and bric a brac

I’ve held onto things that no longer served me
Paid money for memorabilia left to gather dust
My hands have scrubbed and screamed
At the things I once held dear

My cupboards bulged with clothes
Never worn
Books neve...

Read and leave comments (6)

Poem 113 of 230:  FOLLOWING THE SUN - SPRING 2000

Having moved, by buses, up the hill from Salford to Bury

    (To be within walk of new work, again),

These stimuli surround, between my abode and the factory,

    As I follow the sun - its wax/its wane:

Walking toward work and the rising sun, a morning chorus

    Rides the crisp breezy air of hill-farmland,

While gravel, o...

Read and leave comments (0)

Summer sky with spitfire.
My wife says it's her dad.
And loud the old engines roar
holding my attention.
Ants shall raise their antennae
wild birds make for a perch.
Our vision extends to a distant speck
hard to say exactly when
its gone.

Hold hands and carry on.

Read and leave comments (0)

Our planet

Our breathing home

Where all life roam.

8.7 million known species

Coexist in unity

Lighting each new day.

But a silent tragic scream rises

From one million souls on the verge

Of becoming numb 

Of vanishing 

Of their stories being lost to time...

A silent extinction.

This cruel unraveling 

Threatens the very balance.

The essential resou...

Read and leave comments (3)

if you lost it, if you broke it, if it went away, was it really love then?

if it  hurt you, made you uncomfortable and confused you, was it really happiness then?

if it was heavy, scary and restless, was it really freedom then?

Yes. I think.

Love, Happi...

Read and leave comments (1)

Deeply into beauty

I dip, I dive, I settle, I rest.

No holding, no expecting, no preference,

just there, I abide, I observe.

My heart beats,

sending out waves of love.

I attach no meaning to this or that,

I simply soar and land--

a bird on a branch,

a melody floating in the gentle air--

of this day, this opening day.

Read and leave comments (1)

My dear fellow writers, 

It's been quite a while since I wrote something and even longer since I posted on this site. It wasn't merely a lack of time that caused this break. My life has been a roller-coaster ride filled with strange occurrences and emotions I never thought I would feel. It was crushing to experience them, but enlightening to know that they can be overcome. However, it's not eas...

Read and leave comments (3)

Wake up world, it is a brand-new day,
Shake those doubts and fears away,
The sun is up, the sky is blue,
And greatness waits inside of you!

Put on your shoes, go chase your dreams,
Life is more magic than it seems,
Don’t just wish, go and make it real,
Fuel your fire, spin the wheel!

Stumble? That is part of the flight,
Fall down seven, stand up eight, right?
Each small step, each da...

Read and leave comments (2)

Writer’s Block

My mind almost blank.

Not many words in the tank.

A reservoir drained,

But it can be explained.

The will is exemplary:

Concentration is temporary.

There are things to be said,

That are stuck in my head.

Views of the world,

Constantly swirled,

Force procrastination:

A deliberate reservation.

Motivation is slight.

Exhaustion, my plight.

Read and leave comments (0)

Love is a harsh reminder of the beauty that remains

It stains , lives in the crimson flower which blossoms in those spring bedsheets.

Fleets of ships and vessels couldn’t carry the weight of my affection 

As soon as we locked eyes , you caught my attention.

With quiet resurrection my feelings ignited 

Plighted by your cool manner, but I knew I could shatter it in an instant.

I kn...

Read and leave comments (0)

Read and leave comments (1)

As years shifted

            you gifted me

                                   your blessing

I could not receive it nor even hear it; still I will try

It’s just --

I had never met anyone ever who passed, aced, every test

                                                                                          albeit one

So wisely young;

               So imperfectl...

Read and leave comments (0)

Jim was brought up on a farm by his dad,

An ambition to move to the city he'd always had.

In the city he got a job as a shoe-shine boy,

His new occupation  brought him much joy.

His dad was sad to see him gone,

But made hay when his son shone.

Read and leave comments (0)

Wherever i look
I see people around
I live in a society
To which i am bound

When i close my eyes
And want to hear a sound
All i can hear
Is a noisy background

I’m surrounded by people
Surrounded by their wills
Surrounded by their fears
And the way they feel

I interacted with the world
With my individuality
I have my way of thinking
A unique personality

I have my way of seei...

Read and leave comments (0)

Green grass cut

Dedicated lawnmower mover

Topless next-door neighbour

Both gradually turning brown.

Read and leave comments (7)

"hair in the wind"

Brown in the sun
of the midday born
Silken strands
of crested corn

sparks light the sky
brilliant welder's flash
jewel in disguise
jouster's winning prize.

Jack was nimble
he was quick
but he's not taking
that candlestick.

All the queen's horses
and all the queen's men
run their own courses
then run them again.

audio file

Read and leave comments (1)

Read and leave comments (1)

I know what people think.

I know what they say behind my back.

I've heard the whispers and the laughter

I've seen the pitying looks they give me and the expressions of

        disgust that cross their sickened faces as I shuffle sadly by.

I know I embarrass them

I know I make them feel ill at ease

I know they'd rather I sneaked away and died in some dark,

        forgot...

Read and leave comments (2)

Perched on a milestone,

Spy considered offers from fylgjur,

haunting woods like fox wraiths.

Night worn as a cloak, tired bones

aching under breeze ruffled feathers,

his conspiracy betrayed by brother silhouettes

circling in tempered moonlight.

Revealed by flecks of white in beads of jet,

he watched ghost clouds drift like lost leaves,

disturbing stars floating ...

Read and leave comments (0)

Good morning Mr Squirrel 
nice to meet you, how do you do?
I left some delicious nutty treats 
there on the ground for you

So very happy you came along 
I just wanted to say
This magical encounter with you 
has really made my day

Read and leave comments (4)

There's rusted playgrounds,

And aged, cut-down olive trees;

War, insane, rages...

Read and leave comments (5)

This paper discusses the impact that Shakespeare forgeries have on our understanding and appreciation of literature which turns history inside out and back to front. Were these forgeries an attempt to construct a narrative on the life of the author which simply did not exist. These forgeries were intended to fill the vacuum created by the absence of evidence or facts about the life of "Shakespeare...

Read and leave comments (1)

Feeding only kindness

Your love fills a silent threshold

Without which I would be

Just another face in the crowd.

Read and leave comments (1)

My dearest light,
You are not yet of this world, but already, you inhabit the quiet between my heartbeats. I write to you now with the tenderness of hope and the weight of all I’ve learned , and unlearned , in this world that awaits you.

Some days, I feel like my soul stretches toward yours through time , a whisper across the veil. When you do arrive, may you know this:
You were never bo...

Read and leave comments (2)

Is time always on our side
Will it always be kind and abide
Our days are a gift of pride
Sit back and enjoy the ride
The seconds they fly on by
The minutes speed away oh my

How long is forever 
Will it last for eternity 
How long is forever
Will it embrace you and me
How long is forever
Will it set my spirit free
How long is forever

You make an instant connection 
Showered with l...

Read and leave comments (2)

As a child I dreamt of attending an elite public school, like Eton,
but my parents sent me to Mulchester Marton,
which was much cheaper.

There, my beautiful drama teacher Delphine Duvall, encouraged me to become an actor.

I listened entranced as she reminisced about her birthplace in Carcassonne,
with its mediaeval streets echoing to the ghosts of armour-clad knights,
but instead of play...

Read and leave comments (0)

I am unconscious 

Floating  in a sea of darkness 

Drifting towards a light

Nearing its ambiance 

I see myself 

absorbing the universe 

Rolling my arms up and out

Giving birth to angel wings

I am returning

It fills me

 I hold center

moving faster than the speed of light

I am exalted

The crime of war is not without punishment 

The ob...

Read and leave comments (0)

Western imperialism knows no bounds,

They mute our pain and silence the sounds.

Stealing Congo's natural minerals as each country takes turns, 

And veto power grants these same nations freedom from any terms.

Children are being forced into daily slave labour, 

Yet, nothing is seen on the mainstream news.

I guess black suffering is only considered major, 

When we...

Read and leave comments (1)

Everyday someone is Killed on your street. . .

No one says or does anything to help . . .

It’s not your street. . .

But everyday someone is killed on a Gaza Street   

A human being  just like you and me

Read and leave comments (6)

At what point did the world beyond my fingertips stop breathing?
I don’t remember when I committed such a crime as killing. I only remember burning the pages to an ink filled book, crying into the flames.
I ended my lifelong passion and allowed the emptiness to consume me.
Since then it has been so dark.
Words are but a mystery to me, no longer do they bleed from
the flesh.
Instead they hide...

Read and leave comments (0)

Semi Colon

There are gaps between us...not chasms, oceans, continents

But gaps nevertheless… small and persistent spaces in togetherness.

Not between paragraphs, chapters, not a full blunt stop even…

But a pause between two inter-connected thoughts

Or a moment of silence, no response.

When first we met it was exclamation marks,

buzzes, thrills, trembling which fills

each ve...

Read and leave comments (2)

Tried stressed out weary of everyone 

My house has bo order 

So am stumbleing and falling 

Trying to stay standing uo right but my eyes are level with the ground, that's right the wearerd me down again 

I wish I could fall into an off licence order a bottle and say aman but I got to be a man even if that means feeling alone so with tears in my eyes , I try to keep go keep it in the day...

Read and leave comments (0)

                                    One Prayer

I’ve only got one heart Lord, make it true.                                                 Give me the strength and the faith to trust in you.

Help me to see, help me to find                                                        a way to walk with you on this road I’m on.

  I’ve only got one mind Lord to think things through           ...

Read and leave comments (0)

In Bangladesh, where rivers softly flow,

A land once rich, now bruised by times of strife.

Unrest and chaos seem to steal the glow,

Of hope that once embraced the nation's life.

Corruption spreads its roots, so deep, so wide,

The youth, in search of dreams, are left dismayed.

While voices rise in protest, none collide,

To heal the wounds, or drive the dark away.

Y...

Read and leave comments (2)

There are so many bubbles,

 big ones small ones and all sorts in between

But the only ones I care about

 are dying in the leaves 

They hit them and pop 

but sometimes one gets through

And after that where do they go,

 they have get popped too

they’ll hit something later down the line 

and get disintegrated

From every other bubble 

they’ll be separated 

But ...

Read and leave comments (0)

She left everything that reminded her she was loved, and took everything that reminded her you were loved. Her life trap is herself. 

I'm okay 

You're not okay

I'm okay

You're okay 

I'm not okay 

You're okay

I'm not okay

You're not okay. 

Is this an emotion? Or simply physical discomfort from an unmet need.

Feelings are not facts. 

Metacognition. 

Thoughts are n...

Read and leave comments (0)

So you’re bitter.

I hear it in the words that you whisper.

Told me to consider, got me in love with the liquor.

Now your words bring a shiver, plus outside we’re in winter.

Said if I stay with you that's a winner and anyone else would just hinder,

The progress we started to picture.

But I'm injured.

I can't love myself at the inner.

We differ.

Le...

Read and leave comments (0)

In the toxic basement locked a querulous dog

tethered to a bench speaks out

Grumbling robots put washing up

liquid in Grandpa’s pipe as the

trains come & the trains go

The space between the stars

I failed my Latin exam in the high dusty hall

the guy next to me kept asking

How soon is now? and What difference does it make?

I watched the trains come, I wat...

Read and leave comments (3)

a house with good bones
is still a corpse
and
my mouth is
just a quiver
full of arrows
ready to conduct
a symphony

Read and leave comments (0)

Victory

Today

He had his head down

Holding his breath

So the snipers couldn’t hear him

Laying flat

In the Burmese dust

With the flies and mosquitos

From the green canopy

Hovering over him

Like Kamikaze

Today

He feasted on

Meagre rations

And drank a warm tepid water

Drawn from a dirty stream

Somewhere

Something exploded

And debris rain...

Read and leave comments (1)

all aboard!

and the table was full

as it sailed out of the harbour

eight cows and a horse

were finishing their course

as the journey grew harder and harder

the table it tipped

and rocked on the waves

nine pigs and five dogs tried to row

the dinner was done

and so was the fun

and twelve sheep shouted “under we go!”

the table it sank

down into the sea

Read and leave comments (0)

We held ourselves close in the stuttering cold
as, from somewhere away over the rooftops
two dogs debated which was the colder,
and a few streets to our right a flare went up,
its parabola of stark, saturated light
redundant in the snowblind, starched evening.

You laughed at nothing, baring
teeth like off-kilter tombstones
to the assembled throng, while
behind us somebody
hacked up a m...

Read and leave comments (2)

Everyone today is on a journey- a journey to find their own identity.

Whether it's a professional expecting a professional growth in terms of salary and position, a homemaker managing a household with care expecting love, care and support from others, an entrepreneur building something from scratch aiming to build an empire, or even a school-going student trying to fit in by struggling hard to ...

Read and leave comments (0)

It's not your fault, don't regret
It was your destiny, written for you by God, 
Not to break you with hurt and pain, 
But, to teach you the reality of humans ingrained. 

Not all who profess their love, hold good intentions, 
Trust isn't something that can be lent to everyone, 
We all have our lessons of life to learn, 
The sooner the better it will be, for each one of us. 

...

Read and leave comments (0)

As you look Death in the face 

You know complete destruction is needed 

To enter that dark and lonely place. 

I feel it now; the veil is coming down 

So, I take Death’s hand, and down the final aisle 

I must go to that dark and lonely place. 

Read and leave comments (0)

desire is a quote of desire
desire is destined a quote
time and space is time and quote
time and space is time quote time
time and space is time quote a quote
a quote is a quote of a vocabulary
vocabulary quote a vocabulary

time and space is a vocabulary of a quote
time and space is a saying of a vocabulary
a saying of a vocabulary is a saying of a quote
a saying is a saying of a desti...

Read and leave comments (0)

At night we sealed the light in, to be safe.

There was music, and the sewing machine whirred.

We played on the rug with a painted wooden car,

Like the one Daddy used to drive, when there was petrol.

Now every night the warden was on his bike,

In the pitch-black streets, checking the dark houses

In case the careless light was spilling out.

The rain on his r...

Read and leave comments (4)

We are the builders of silent revolutions,
Overcoming storms that history forgot to name,
Mending broken worlds with steady hands and louder hearts,
Every dream carried like a flame through the dark,
Never asking permission to be powerful.

Read and leave comments (1)

You wear your sins like royal thread,

a crown of thorns upon your head.

Your hands have built, your hands have torn,

they’ve held me close, they’ve left me worn.

The world cries out, it speaks your name,

etched in echoes carved by flame.

Yet in the dark, where no one sees,

you whisper love like dying leaves.

I hope it rains in hell—

not to quench your fire,

...

Read and leave comments (2)

I ask for a lot some times
and end up crossing a few lines 
I can be hard to understand
In front of you, A riddle I stand

I may play ‘hard to get’
I’m glad you didnt give up yet
I sometimes ghost you all day
So thank you for loving me anyway

~h.

Read and leave comments (0)

The silver fox will I become
Now that I am no longer young?
And so my hair must soon change,
While I hope that it shall not look strange.

It happens to us as we do get old,
As if by magic we become controlled.
I hope that I may still look smart
When those relentless changes start.

So to my brown hair I'll say goodbye,
But I'll not weep and I'll not cry.
And as I can't turn back those...

Read and leave comments (0)

Rolling a barrel of white Cabbage

through dusty halls

these large leafy wads

lack freshness

neatly packed with chemical.

No need for a reaction 

they won't make it to market

bound in garbage bags 

ready for the dump.

Read and leave comments (2)