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Elegy For Days Lost
Elegy For Days Lost
Another day has come and passed
Left pain and sadness in its wake
The seconds, minutes, hours amassed
The sun will give the moon will take
The distant friends the loved ones lost
Amid the times of dread disease
Each family will count the cost
And curse the name of days like these
And yet the sky was clearest blue
I wrote a poem, sang a so...
Sunday 24th May 2020 1:34 pm
The Summer Tree
....
The Summer Tree.
You missed your niece decorating the Summer Tree
with strings of butterflies and flowers we bought
in Kelsall at the festival.
… then here she encircled small white stones
around dark flat slate and pointing at a
photograph softly asked, “who’s he ?” …
You missed your nephew skipping through
the hall and dripping choc ice onto a shoe
whilst bala...
Wednesday 5th June 2019 9:47 am
Elegy For A Ghost
Elegy For A Ghost
Some say ghosts are chilling things
Ethereal and fleeting
But they’re not
They are the empty chair
The pint not bought in a round
The hiss at the end of a telephone line
The deleting of a mobile number
They are the sad spaces
That once held you
On the terraces
At the bar
In the conversation
Ghosts are sad things
They h...
Thursday 18th April 2019 1:58 pm
Elegy to a plum tree
Preamble: it took the death of a friend to push me into at last trying free verse, and quite frankly it makes me nervous.
Decades proud
You were of this land long before the moving bone-bags appeared
claiming paper-thin possession.
Still, generous to a fault, you shared the profits of your growth.
I wonder how many generations you trained
in the art of pick-your-own?
Lips on g...
Sunday 7th April 2019 9:28 pm
Testimony: An elegiac poetry account on Battle of Karbala
By: Mirza Sharafat Hussain Beigh
1
My sight caught few papers scattered
On the shelf, sunk in time.
I wiped dust cautiously from papers,
So words could remain intact.
Yet, soul energetic and each word
Sustaining therein, though condoling.
And a number of couplets
Each on paper finding reciter.
I pushed the window to let air in
And perched on old window frame‟s sill, wide and thick...
Tuesday 10th October 2017 3:37 pm
How an Ode to Glitter Became an Elegy to Ziggy Stardust
Oh Mr. Stardust and I have a mutual love
Copolymer sheets grinded down to miniscule hexagons
Not as glamourous as crushed diamonds
But now availible in an epic array of application methods
My way to freak out in a moonage daydream
It glints and gleams with glimpses of faraway starmen
My mind does a dreamlike disco
A heady intoxication lacking propriety
Have you tasted it? I...
Monday 5th June 2017 1:13 am
Elegy by a poet
Cold, close-fisted
Gluttonous grave
Please release
My age-old friend
From gambolling fields
Schools,college
Working place
To blessed bed!
Cold, close-fisted
Gluttonous grave
Please release
My wife and my life
My life and my wife
My love and my dove
My dove and love,
For my heart is her tomb
She leased with love
From her mother's womb!//
A n old poet friend of mine once told m...
Wednesday 4th January 2017 1:56 pm
sunset ... an elegy.
The sun is slow tonight, she moves towards
the horizon with care, an uncertain path
because someone is missing.
The sunset will hesitate again, she moves
unsteadily, knowing the colours will be faint
because someone is missing.
The horizon reflects the sorrow in a lake,
my lake, where drowning she takes away our
hurt, because someone is missing.
We nail our friend to a cross, i...
Monday 17th February 2014 9:12 pm
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