An image of a prior poem written many years ago whilst in a playful but meditative mood. Kevin's recent post reminded me of this one and now am sharing it for all to enjoy.
~ imPRESSions ~
Tuesday 4th October 2022 6:47 am
Also by Frederick Kesner:sunrising sunset | to be seen |
I think the end will be a welcome break from this misery
Countless centuries have passed yet we have not evolved from this savagery
This evil has grown as we fed it with our souls
This game called life we wanted to play but now we have lost the controls
Were we born this way or was it something we chose
To be so vile and disgusting to one another in the shadows
From oh so holy preacher...
Tuesday 4th October 2022 2:29 am
Playful in the early hours
Morning bells a ringing star
They flock upon my terrace
Singing melodies worth power
Playfully they roam all over the garden
Hanging out in groups of threes and fours
Mesmerising music their chirping creates
Filling the dawn's enthusiastical songs
Playfulness strewn all around the lawn
Hopping on from Branches to Branches
Tuesday 4th October 2022 1:43 am
Also by N.B:Closure | Peace, love, harmony and me |
You’ll get square eyes,
If the wind changes
You’ll stick like that
Sunday under the car
Saturday at the flicks
Lunatics from the war
Frost on the inside
Bath once a week
8 days a week.
If you do that you’ll go blind
Monday 3rd October 2022 11:45 pm
the universe is a claim of a claim
the universe is a claim of a stake
to claim the universe is to direct the universe
the future direct the future
the future direct the stake of the future
the stake of the future is the direct of the future
the stake of the future is the stake of a direction
the universe is a direct universe
the universe is a direct claim
science claim science
Monday 3rd October 2022 8:15 pm
Autumn, it’s the time of year
for nature’s most spectacular show
As verdant countryside hues
are replaced with a radiant glow
Trees once thick with deep green foliage
turning shades of crimson and gold
The colours of their final goodbye
so wildly intense and bold
Photo Credit Dr Amir Khan
Monday 3rd October 2022 7:08 pm
Also by julie callaghan:Eternal Cycle | HE, 29 Others And Me |
But please, remember me fondly
I heard from someone you're still pretty
And then they went on to say that the pearly gates
Had some eloquent graffiti. Sam Beam
In every mouthful of food
In every look of love
In every chiding and every making up:
This sometimes bay of tranquillity,
This harbour to which we return,
Monday 3rd October 2022 5:12 pm
Also by John E Marks:A recreation | A splinter from Armenia |
My greatgrandparents were great grand parents
My grandparents were great grand parents
My parents are great grand parents
Monday 3rd October 2022 5:10 pm
Also by Kevin Tan:Core Business | Poetry (no epic failures) |
A small island of the Dodecanese
Island folk seem so eager to appease
Unhurried life puts us firmly at ease
Gently blown by the soft Aegean breeze
Archangel Michael of Panormitis
This monastery draws us, invites us
Somehow we acquire a monk to guide us
Lighting candles for those gone before us
With neoclassical coloured houses
Gift Shops, some bar...
Monday 3rd October 2022 2:53 pm
Also by JD Russell:The simile of The Mist. |
why do our Heart's require deceit? That young boy is explosive because of the lack of love he receives, Every 5 steps there's a new landmine, The devil too can dress in gold, Peace was far, God is our core, Respect the lions Roar, I've been witnessing too many skulduggery movements, Men and Woman who are unscrupulous, I trusted.. I got hurt.. I neglected and got everything...
Monday 3rd October 2022 2:40 pm
Playing in the garden
watching films together
as you nestle into my arm
learning each other's language
You trusted me, eventually
became part of my family
I loved to watch you
explore the world we shared
sunbathing on the rug
or endless pats in the living room
Your fur and the quiet purr
of little teeth grinding
What I've been dreading
now, it's happening
You’re still you
Monday 3rd October 2022 9:21 am
Autumn crocus has arrived
Purple hues imbued
By dappled light
Forest floors embellished
By the remnants
Of summer nights
And so it is that I
I cannot speak
The seas have raged
The tide has waned
Through it all
My strength remains
With tired soul
And aching heart
Sunday 2nd October 2022 8:47 pm
Taking Gaia by Stealth
There are cowards here,
dare not speak to a tree, or a bird that nests,
their own children – now deformed,
‘it is too much to believe, we are
the empath of a Gaia World for,
no tree has ever spoke to me, or bird and,
children, should be seen, and not heard.’
My world is theirs and yet, they have
Sunday 2nd October 2022 8:24 pm
Also by ZTK Space:Feb 4th - Mike Ladd | Hiding Behind Latin |
I'm on this road...it's weary and long.
I keep hearing the words 'stay strong'
Through watery eyes, I follow signs.
This endless road is so tiring at times.
Night times comes and I'm driving still.
I feel like I am driving against my will.
But I carry on, around each silent bend.
I'm hoping this road is nearly at an end.
It deceives at times and it casts a spell.
Are there miles ahead...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 4:45 pm
It’s unfair to heighten expectations.
It’s too early to make a judgment call.
I am no real expert in physiognomy,
But, as I gaze down at your lovely face,
There is no shadow of a doubt at all,
Intelligence, friendship, beauty and love,
all flow freely through your every vein.
So may you, with happiness, now proceed.
You have all the support you could ever need,
Sunday 2nd October 2022 2:37 pm
Flocks of autumn crows
glean the scattered corn
from newly stubbled fields,
greedily they feed
before the onset
of winter's scarcities.
Wise birds these - -
Resourceful - -
Successful - -
Each maintaining it's own personal space,
aware that together - they are safe,
and that sentinels will rise
to ward off dangers from the skies.
Sunday 2nd October 2022 11:06 am
It’s the rifle-butt nature of all this:
Sit down, shut up, sign here, do as you’re told.
We talk about land grabs, but this is, well,
An extortion, of dignity and heart.
There’s a bash for the scammers in the North,
And jobs for the boys. Lot’s of them, no doubt.
Imagine this: ‘Yes, I’d love to be ruled
By the people who blew this place to bits
And killed or maimed our frie...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 9:54 am
The Rebels have all gone
They live in Seaside Towns,
They’ve done all that could be done
They’re Slippered now and Dressing Gowned
Apart from those who dwell in Pubs
In Whiskey Spills and Resignation,
Once the Spokes of Dizzied Hubs
The Promised rise of Brighter Nation
And who’d begrudge their quiet Defeat?
When even Victories Fade,
To reminisce what’s ...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 8:25 am
Also by Massoud:Firework |
she pushed & pulled her way through the shadows.
with each move forward , she reached for a glimpse of light.
with each move forward , the dark pressed on.
steady reaching , moving.
her chest felt heavy as she realized there was no end for her.
there was no light , only more shadows.
the shadows crept in the background , yet seemed to laugh in her face.
it was as if the...
Sunday 2nd October 2022 6:54 am
Poem 120 of 230: A GOOD SEASIDE DAY - AUTUMN 2000
Via an art gallery,
Blackpool how it used to be;
Via a famous tower,
The Blackpool of the hour;
Via a maritime Mount,
Fleetwood with its channel out;
And, via a coastline tram,
The autumn-night lit-art jam.
(C) David Franks 2003 - https://walkaboutsverse.blogspot.com
Saturday 1st October 2022 4:16 pm
Basketball is a great and wonderful sport,
And one that must be played inside a court.
As the players move the ball must bounce,
Whilst the other team they'll hope to trounce.
They pass to members of their team,
Of which they'll hope to be the cream.
They'll take their aim and then they'll shoot
To get that ball right through the hoop.
The spectators cheer their team to win,
And when ...
Saturday 1st October 2022 3:00 pm
Also by Stuart Vanner:Stagnation |
The poem stands accused.
'Threshold', 'omen' and all the rest.
The humble scribe explains.
The poem raises these phantoms
to drop them from a great height. Cursed words
from the province of impish boys and girls
where superstitious souls conjour
The part-time scribe will make it plain.
This amateur scribe works in the warehouse.
Here endless shelves hold the worl...
Saturday 1st October 2022 10:41 am
Adumbrate the sine qua non
that inundates with newness
the contentment of the shore,
that fosters the fortitude
to acquiesce to the adventure,
but then gladly follow
the trail of fallen confetti
in reverse, back to solitude,
to recommence the seeker's cycle,
for the finder can only be idle
for so long, before the beacon
of the Quest sprinkles its
Saturday 1st October 2022 2:21 am