Poetry Blogs (2019, children)
M.C. Newberry on THE CONTINUING STORY OF THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER (8 minutes ago)
I walk with my little son
He would follow me to the edges of the galaxy
Just to tell me his story of his love for reality.
He waits for my return
Then tells me he misses me
With a smile, a cuddle and kiss that reminds me he’s here in this world.
He gives me tasks to do
While playing in the evening
Then I read him a story
Way past bedtime.
We walk in the morning
While he points out...
Monday 2nd December 2019 11:29 am
drawn but not defeated by routine.
So much colour,
so much future in one place
cannot be discreet.
Quarts trapped in pint-pots!
Spirits simply too big
to fit still-growing bodies.
So much lifeforce
temper tantrums -
excess leaking from
Later, on the tram
Friday 20th September 2019 3:35 pm
imagine 6 kids
walking hand in hand
two by two
We sing out loud
'Step on a crack,
break your mother's back'.
We joy fully avoid
still hand in hand
the pavement cracks.
Ma turns and says
'You all shut up'
and we do.
Wednesday 14th August 2019 4:21 pm
These two poems I think pair up well together. The first written to celebrate the birth of our first grandchild five years ago, the second written last year after a visit and time spent with him and his two brothers.
Now welcome into this world little one.
You know no-one, nothing yet,
Yet from Him who knows all you come.
Your father, your mother als...
Friday 24th May 2019 1:53 pm
You ask if I believe in God...
How can I not?
To deny my Father
means I leave my existence
to some 30 year old predator
who impregnated a girl half his age
and left her to raise their child
in the wilderness, among wolves
that feed on loneliness and despair.
Without my Father, I would never know
that after suffering comes deliverance,
pain leads to compassion,
forgiveness breaks b...
Sunday 19th May 2019 7:16 pm
Clubs, ace to king, prepare for a day of wicketness.
Yoga (downward dog) helps. Limbering ointment
promises more flex, less ache. If cards crease, it's
Off with their heads!
Diamonds are dispatched to capture
hedgehogs. They trek into the woods with hedgehog
horns and nets. Problem is, hedgehogs who've played
croquet past years are not invited for rematch.
Thursday 4th April 2019 8:23 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