Playing in the garden
watching films together
as you nestle into my arm
learning each other's language
You trusted me, eventually
became part of my family
I loved to watch you
explore the world we shared
sunbathing on the rug
or endless pats in the living room
Your fur and the quiet purr
of little teeth grinding
What I've been dreading
now, it's happening
You’re still you
Monday 3rd October 2022 9:21 am
~ imPRESSions ~
Monday 3rd October 2022 2:06 am
Also by Frederick Kesner:to be seen |
Autumn crocus has arrived
Purple hues imbued
By dappled light
Forest floors embellished
By the remnants
Of summer nights
And so it is that I
I cannot speak
The seas have raged
The tide has waned
Through it all
My strength remains
With tired soul
And aching heart
Sunday 2nd October 2022 8:47 pm
Taking Gaia by Stealth
There are cowards here,
dare not speak to a tree, or a bird that nests,
their own children – now deformed,
‘it is too much to believe, we are
the empath of a Gaia World for,
no tree has ever spoke to me, or bird and,
children, should be seen, and not heard.’
My world is theirs and yet, they have
Sunday 2nd October 2022 8:24 pm
Also by ZTK Space:Feb 4th - Mike Ladd | Hiding Behind Latin |
I'm on this road...it's weary and long.
I keep hearing the words 'stay strong'
Through watery eyes, I follow signs.
This endless road is so tiring at times.
Night times comes and I'm driving still.
I feel like I am driving against my will.
But I carry on, around each silent bend.
I'm hoping this road is nearly at an end.
It deceives at times and it casts a spell.
Are there miles ahead...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 4:45 pm
It’s unfair to heighten expectations.
It’s too early to make a judgment call.
I am no real expert in physiognomy,
But, as I gaze down at your lovely face,
There is no shadow of a doubt at all,
Intelligence, friendship, beauty and love,
all flow freely through your every vein.
So may you, with happiness, now proceed.
You have all the support you could ever need,
Sunday 2nd October 2022 2:37 pm
All good things
One day ends
But the solace is
In knowing that
Even bad isn't permanent
Sunday 2nd October 2022 1:57 pm
Also by N.B:Peace, love, harmony and me |
Flocks of autumn crows
glean the scattered corn
from newly stubbled fields,
greedily they feed
before the onset
of winter's scarcities.
Wise birds these - -
Resourceful - -
Successful - -
Each maintaining it's own personal space,
aware that together - they are safe,
and that sentinels will rise
to ward off dangers from the skies.
Sunday 2nd October 2022 11:06 am
It’s the rifle-butt nature of all this:
Sit down, shut up, sign here, do as you’re told.
We talk about land grabs, but this is, well,
An extortion, of dignity and heart.
There’s a bash for the scammers in the North,
And jobs for the boys. Lot’s of them, no doubt.
Imagine this: ‘Yes, I’d love to be ruled
By the people who blew this place to bits
And killed or maimed our frie...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 9:54 am
The Rebels have all gone
They live in Seaside Towns,
They’ve done all that could be done
They’re Slippered now and Dressing Gowned
Apart from those who dwell in Pubs
In Whiskey Spills and Resignation,
Once the Spokes of Dizzied Hubs
The Promised rise of Brighter Nation
And who’d begrudge their quiet Defeat?
When even Victories Fade,
To reminisce what’s ...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 8:25 am
Also by Massoud:Firework |
she pushed & pulled her way through the shadows.
with each move forward , she reached for a glimpse of light.
with each move forward , the dark pressed on.
steady reaching , moving.
her chest felt heavy as she realized there was no end for her.
there was no light , only more shadows.
the shadows crept in the background , yet seemed to laugh in her face.
it was as if the...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 6:54 am
The majesty of dogs impresses us –
Their solitary solidarity –
Yet above their grey horizons
There is always the promise, lingering…
These days an ending is assumed
That glorifies the story of our lives:
Making children, seeing things,
Listening to the waves wash the pebbles,
Overhearing our hearts’ desires.
Yesterday the sky darkened at noon
Saturday 1st October 2022 10:32 pm
Also by John E Marks:A splinter from Armenia |
Poem 120 of 230: A GOOD SEASIDE DAY - AUTUMN 2000
Via an art gallery,
Blackpool how it used to be;
Via a famous tower,
The Blackpool of the hour;
Via a maritime Mount,
Fleetwood with its channel out;
And, via a coastline tram,
The autumn-night lit-art jam.
(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com
Saturday 1st October 2022 4:16 pm
You're not under the weathers
Come to me and toss some feathers!
Saturday 1st October 2022 3:28 pm
Also by Kevin Tan:Poetry (no epic failures) |
Basketball is a great and wonderful sport,
And one that must be played inside a court.
As the players move the ball must bounce,
Whilst the other team they'll hope to trounce.
They pass to members of their team,
Of which they'll hope to be the cream.
They'll take their aim and then they'll shoot
To get that ball right through the hoop.
The spectators cheer their team to win,
And when ...
Saturday 1st October 2022 3:00 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Stagnation |
The poem stands accused.
'Threshold', 'omen' and all the rest.
The humble scribe explains.
The poem raises these phantoms
to drop them from a great height. Cursed words
from the province of impish boys and girls
where superstitious souls conjour
The part-time scribe will make it plain.
This amateur scribe works in the warehouse.
Here endless shelves hold the worl...
Saturday 1st October 2022 10:41 am
On Scottish hills
(is like the fattened paunch
of a corpulent man,) it just
Saturday 1st October 2022 9:24 am
Yesterday I woke up in London
we arrived late the night before
We had a good reason to be there
but still a little unsure
On Tuesday morning this week
I received an email out of the blue
It said I had won a competition
which I couldn’t believe was true
I thought it was some sort of scam
so I phoned up to check it out
They told me I had definitely won
and I shouldn’t have any ...
Saturday 1st October 2022 7:15 am
Adumbrate the sine qua non
that inundates with newness
the contentment of the shore,
that fosters the fortitude
to acquiesce to the adventure,
but then gladly follow
the trail of fallen confetti
in reverse, back to solitude,
to recommence the seeker's cycle,
for the finder can only be idle
for so long, before the beacon
of the Quest sprinkles its
Saturday 1st October 2022 2:21 am