Poetry Blogs (masks)
I’m a poet
but nobody knows
there is a depth in me
that rarely shows
the man that you can see
is only a fraction of the whole me
under the surface
a place so vast
I couldn’t describe it
even if you’d ask
words are just not up to the task
so, I hide behind my mask
I would like to know you
but it’s hard for me to see through
Sunday 24th January 2021 8:26 pm
half-dead they do linger
machines tinkle and purr
medics swathed in plastic
distressed humans a-stir
beneath ICU wards and
amid odd cavities galore
smaller fauna breathes
distant the muffled roar
who considers the mice?
they live in hospital too
a big enough challenge
without this virus stew
if you listened carefully
on dozing wards at night...
Sunday 24th January 2021 1:06 pm
social distancing scorned
masks impede his beard
visor scares the reindeer
spooking as he steered
medics shave his whiskers
off with red festive attire
reindeer pining for Santa
cough softly at their byre
tube down Santa's chimney
no more season's greetings
in a coma Christmas begets
few hale or hearty meetings
drones take Santa's place
Friday 25th December 2020 10:31 am
History will wash its hands of 2020
Wuhan bats and disposable masks,
Just another year in human annals
Fodder for future historians' tasks
Who'd have thought it a year ago?
A holocaust of innocent old dears
Lockdowns and social distancing
I always felt it would end in Tiers
Hand gel and hissing ventilators
Dodgy oxygen levels all the rage,
Saturday 21st November 2020 11:21 am
Nothing could stop what we did
Alchemy dictates its conclusion,
Tangled in an urgent chemistry
Physically desperate for fusion
What became of that poor girl?
Hiding those scars on her wrist
Bruises like plates on her back
Her lips in pain when we kissed
A freshers' conference is wild
Or used to be in olden times
Before masks and distancing
And other anti-...
Tuesday 22nd September 2020 11:06 am
Unknown eyes watching
Religious tolerance found wanting
Stops the spread
Of disease and death
Tuesday 23rd June 2020 2:03 pm
Giant girders bent and burnt and
Crushed fire engines daunt the
Halls of the museum at Albany N.Y. the
Monumental fossils of
9/11 but what will be the
Bones of war with small fry that
Flew poker-faced into the side of our souls?
After the cover-ups and cock-ups and shifty politics and
Constructive euthanasia and
Plastic heroes what
Glorious moraine can grinding folly ...
Friday 29th May 2020 12:25 pm
Do we wear a mask or a facade?
Do we disguise who we really are?
Do we laugh or joke or wear a smile?
Though inside we suffer all that while?
Should we say that we are always fine?
Or tell what is really on our mind?
Are we afraid of being judged?
Or that we shall be misunderstood?
Should we keep our troubles to ourselves?
And have no one around to offer help?...
Saturday 11th January 2020 8:04 pm
I see you there; hiding
Behind layers of an icy stare,
Lurking in the shadows of a wicked wit,
Peeking from behind your "I don't give a shit".
I see you there;
Alone and bare.
In the world
Will ever care.
But I see you
And, I do.
Friday 11th July 2014 12:13 pm