Poetry Blogs (day)
was it true,
sleep depends on tears?
to refill the well
that had dried up by day,
or to wet the lids, at least,
by dreaming sad dreams,
with that tearful hope,
had the sleep come by night?
Sunday 26th July 2020 10:40 am
in your essence I sense resplendence
could do no wrong by me, your personably impressioned defendant
your honor is what I strive for
it's why the day turns to night, sun and moon argue back and forth
fight about what's wrong and who's right, tug of war
light bends but doesn't break, shines through the prism, and is perceived in different waves
I met you once but my memory is starting to fade...
Tuesday 18th February 2020 3:38 pm
Surely, I'm not happy
To lose the best friend
It is true, not funny
"GOD" put the final end
Certain hour, of the day
Whatever we are or where
We have to say Goodbye
"GOD" is kind and fair
No one plans to die
No one remains forever
No When , Where or WHY?
Let's pray, no suffer
Monday 15th April 2019 1:26 pm
kerala is peaceful and beautiful
in all cases and places
Keralite people are so cheerful
I can read "welcome" on faces
The Green Carpet of all guests
and pure nature to enjoy
generous people happily smiling
at any time of any day
Life in Kerala based on love
and clear hearts for caring
I love Kerala more than enough
I'll come back sure for sharing
Friday 29th March 2019 3:47 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
Either to swear, or not
The lies are a bad spot
Thanks, but thanks a lot
For your unfaithful effort
Isabella, remember, again
That love has fall in a drain
Not only nothing to gain
But also broke the brain
You believe all what you say
As a role of a daily play
Surely, will see some day
How much of love you deny
Wednesday 13th February 2019 3:31 pm
10th October 2018
The radio speaks, it's daylight, I'm wakened
A momentary pause: consciousness beckoned
Sunlight on the trees says late Autumn Summer
More news on Brexit and the policy's dumber
The bins must be put out for the lorry
I had better get up, it's late and I'm sorry
There's news of a flood and a broke coffee chain
I'll email a poem to friends up the lane...
Thursday 11th October 2018 1:53 pm
He is the light to my day and I am the peace to his night.
Without him the cold would set in and the dark all around
but without me the rest does not come and the world wont go round.
We rise and fall like the bounce of a ball but never do we stand still.
And in the dark he rests his light, while mine beats to the sill.
His light is yellow, orange, and white,
But never ...
Friday 15th June 2018 2:26 am
My Sunset Haiku  as a Sunset Englyn 
A green flash from the setting sun - and night
Now sea and sky are one
Dusk from the gold orb is spun
Thus this mystic day is done
Where sea and sky meet
a green flash from the set sun
Lighting distant shores
The Welsh englyn unodl union is a straight one-rhymed englyn consi...
Tuesday 22nd May 2018 10:20 am
The following was written by
my niece Cynthia Smothers Carter
and is used with her permission.
But I have come to the conclusion that
it has always rained on Memorial day
and I have figured out why.
The rain is the tears of all our fallen
Soldiers past, present and future.
Thank You for Your service and the
ultimate sacrifice You have m...
Monday 25th May 2015 11:03 pm
When does it end?
The dog died
the same day as the fridgethe day the kettle element blew the power
shorting out the electrics at 98% of a program
I’d been downloading for several hours
Error followed error
error followed me
thinking it was free
Calls from this number are chargeable
told me to press 2
Friday 31st January 2014 11:41 am
Tired of Sunday’s parades,
the rebel child slept;
He hated Monday,
Slept right through,
Slept through that too.
The rebel child would not wake,
On Wednesday nor on Saturday.
But he awoke on Sunday morn,
Wishing he had not been born.
He muted himself, for he would n...
Thursday 5th January 2012 11:13 am
Down Heathen Street I set my course
And onward past the inn;
My breast contained a happy heart,
My face a happy grin.
Gregory Lane came soon enough
And at a farmyard gate
A mongrel pup barked "hurry up",
Protecting his estate.
A pheasant blustered from the brush
And rose high in the air,
And in its rush a startled thrush
Made up a flustere...
Sunday 11th December 2011 8:53 pm
Sunrise creeping, daylight peeping,
All is silent, all are sleeping.
Alarm clocks whirring, stables stirring,
Dogs start scratching, cats lie purring,
Voices rising (some surmising),
Smell of coffee - appetising.
Harness jingling, senses tingling,
Sweat and horse-breath intermingling.
Race day thrilling, people milling,
Horses happy, k...
Friday 4th November 2011 5:37 pm