Poetry Blogs (Acrostic)
Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour
Heart is put into everything
I try to be a good person
Really love my family
Lets things pile up
Everyday struggles with depression
Yet keep trying
Friday 5th October 2018 4:12 pm
Hope is like
A bird that
Perches in the soul.
Yearning for adventure.
Saturday 6th January 2018 6:36 pm
Dr Johnson's work of art
Inspired some to look up 'fart'
Caused others though to search with ease
Thoughtful terms like 'whiffy breeze'
In those great enlightened days
One could get folk to mend their ways
Now alas, it's plain to see
All too many are stuck, like me
Rambling through a short word stock
Yet still his book thwarts writers block
Sunday 28th May 2017 11:44 am
Peace and dialogue are rejected
Anarchy with chaos breeds and
No-one is safe from the claws of fear
Demons with devilish or "divine" intentions
Excrete their venom, make their motives clear
Milton gave us the word in Paradise Lost, an
Odious capital in the midst of Hell
Nearing beauty in its simple concept, but how to fight it?
I cannot tell, there's
Unease and violence in the maelstrom, ...
Saturday 30th July 2016 6:59 pm
Forever in your eyes
On the darkness of June
Reserved for a love
Ever fleeting so soon
Valuable time,leaving us fast
Exacting us both,into the past
Reserving a night,for heavenly bliss
Into our last night,into our last kiss
Neither one of us knew,nor had a clue
Years are all we had,and would have to do
On forever love,we put up a fight
Usually people with cancer.still have a life
Thursday 21st July 2016 9:20 pm
Scarcely have I thought to act in good time,
Challenging for me to remember things.
All that information lost from my prime,
Trust my memory to glide off on wings!
Those commodities I forgot to buy
Especially at supermarket stores,
Reaching home without them making me sigh
Because I have to go straight back outdoors.
Reality check comes when I appear
At venues having lef...
Monday 4th July 2016 2:35 pm
Lay flat and spun together you’ve always run a town,
each part is party to the next and grown
separately we conflict and seethe from
it and sneer from it, no one is happy in slavery
wouldn’t talking be a step, food too and
work unites us, it’s not them making us toil
we all carry the can and mustn’t
need to chase our own tale to cause blame
Thursday 30th July 2015 3:23 pm