Poetry Blogs (use)
Lick your fingers
Every last bit
Take the hardest hit
And let me watch
On the spot
Twist yourself in knots
I want the final drop
Collapse and shed
Until the last sparkle
Of my Queens head
Until the last glimmer
Of her glitter
You belong to me
I own your soul
That is how
Friday 18th September 2020 9:44 am
Happiness, in hands for you.
If you decided, not to be sad.
As a cup of water, to drink.
To clean your thoughts, to be glad.
Sadness, does not need to broach.
It always knocks, worried heart.
But Happiness, with a golden coach.
Asks, to ride happiness cart.
The Brain is yours, “to make use”.
Positively, think of your own.
Feel your value, never abuse....
Monday 18th February 2019 2:02 pm
All alone in the world
full of disgrace, and disgust.
I never knew anything,
all my thoughts turned to dust.
The black and the gold,
this must have been my heart,
turning to dark mold.
Crusty and dry,
my high was fading,
and my eyes cried to a certain soul.
They all abandoned me,
and left me for dead.
As for what they forgot,
Friday 2nd March 2018 5:28 pm
We, the developed world, we rape
the rain forests for wood for middleclass homes,
we drill for oil in the Arctic wilderness for our own selfish greed.
We trawl the sees and take the fish for our fat bellies,
uncaring and naïve…
A dozen species are killed off every day, extinct
before their time and now no more but recent history.
Sunday 9th October 2011 4:03 pm