Poetry Blogs (celebration)
Pruned, miniature, shrub, bush or tree
climbing, rambling, wild, growing free
A natural beauty, with a heavenly bouquet
a gift of celebration for that special day
A silent token, that can represent so much
petals like velvet, soft and gentle to touch
Each colour signifies its own special meaning
a show of emotion and how we are feeling
Romantic red, a passionate l...
Wednesday 3rd June 2020 12:04 pm
instances of mesmerizing glimpses vivify and lend clarity into an understanding of soul.
evocation leaves an everlasting mark as two twin flames embark from a space of divine love to create fate
meticulous minds pick a place and time, upon your arrival show a sign that's vital, gravity pulls us in for a kiss as our hearts meet.
my greatest wishes grant admission, a star is born and with t...
Wednesday 15th April 2020 9:05 am
Jingle jangle go the coins in my pocket
As they fall through the hole
Worn by austerity
Jangle jingle go the gems on the necklace
As they hang from the necks
Worn by the royals
Jingo jungle go the voices of the right
As they spew out their racist
War mongering rhetoric
Jingle jangle goes the freshly minted coin
With a royal on the front
Tuesday 14th January 2020 4:09 pm
It was warm but not hot
With a bit of a breeze
He slipped on his loafers
And stepped out with ease
She chose the red flats
And a light airy dress
But sure to impress
They agreed upon eight
At the local estab
He rode the bus
She took a cab
A quick drink and a smoke
Then they headed down
To the carnival
That had just come to to...
Wednesday 1st May 2019 9:17 pm
One night a week I go out for a beer
To visit with friends and seek out good cheer
Its open mike, tho I do not play
I do sing along and cheer away.
There's always the regulars, there's Jeff and there's John
And sometimes Bobby will be around
Newbies are cool and always a treat
But the show that can't ever be beat...
Malcolm! They always save him til the end
With his keyb...
Wednesday 10th April 2019 9:04 pm
A wistful vagueness presides over my aura
The night was clearer than ever
Now wasn’t the time,
Now I was headed to a service sublime
But do I regret these impressions viewed from my window?
This ‘ere song from a vintage past
It crooned of simpler days,
It blasted my hopes into the freezing air
Carried me back to a time that wasn’t there
And I couldn’t help ...
Wednesday 9th August 2017 5:47 am
I stare out at the gathering mist
as on the radio tubular bells are peeling,
an insistent beat of persistent encouragement.
children's voices stripped of guile
Christmas will soon be here .
A red carpet unfolds
while the lurching crowds obey
a ritual newer than recorded time.
Pin spots reveal the message
in the caves of temptation.
Tuesday 15th December 2015 5:23 pm
There was a man I knew,
not too close, not too far,
as a child he was there
to tend to my scars.
A man with a past,
of that I had no doubt,
a man, when provoked,
who knew how to shout.
A happy man
with a smile for all,
he'd always be there to
pick me up when I'd fall.
And though never far away,
we were never very close,
a sign of those times...
Sunday 17th May 2015 11:54 pm
24 days before Christmas Day.
24 days of cold chilly nights.
24 days of laughter, joy, and spirit in the air.
24 days where people are a little bit nicer.
24 days of giving to those in need of help
and to those we love and care.
24 days of playing in the glistening snow.
24 days of Christmas songs sung.
24 days of preparing for celebration.
24 days of counting down
'till Christmas Day.
Wednesday 22nd October 2014 9:50 pm
Before we moved home my wife and I hosted a New Year Party with usually over twenty attending. We introduced the old fashioned entertainment of singing, poetry, story telling. I wrote the following after the last one.
~~NEW YEAR AT JACK AND JACKIE’S PLACE
THE LONG ROOM AWAITED
GLITTERING AND GOLD
TABLE PREPARED TO ENSURE GUESTS WERE SATED
WINE PRESENTED ENSURING THE WHITES WERE COLD
Sunday 12th January 2014 1:11 pm
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on thei...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Sunday 19th September 2010 6:09 pm
Look at this land, which is our land
Look at yellow sand
And at my hand;
Isn’t it grand?
Inhale this land, which is our land
It smells of lavender and spice
And mothers’ milk.
Listen to this land, which is our land:
Tune into the sounds that are around,
Of running water,
And the wind rustling thro...
Saturday 4th September 2010 8:48 pm