Poetry Blog by ray pool (May 2020)
If I could send you fragrance in a thought
click and send a perfect blend
with words and picture on the wing
to a blissful journey's end
then I would willingly sell my soul
for a magic ride on the juggernaut.
Tuesday 26th May 2020 10:17 pm
Jiving through the forest
here comes Tolkien Lord of Bling,
describing what he sees himself
and bending everything
spreading out his message
of the folk of middle earth
he's the daddy of the feverish
he's cool and he's the king.
All his tales are solemn
he says the way it is
the devil what is Golom
is making quite a fizz.
Bilbo and the Frodo are...
Sunday 17th May 2020 10:41 pm
There is a chord in the repertoire
that once struck or plucked
produces instant orgasm in the listener.
Dedication is essential
and the dangers are obvious
of stroke and seizure,
Nevertheless with diligence it can be found. .
Sadly the only musicians to discover it
have died before it could be revealed.
Thursday 14th May 2020 10:23 pm
Watering the plants
we are taking control in small ways,
a diversion from the passing of days
self adminstering tiny chances of life
even if not our own
though we know some seeds will not survive.
They look up to me from their silly pots,
look up from soiled pillows eager for succour
like the mouths of fledglings
clinging on to moments
that persist wh...
Tuesday 12th May 2020 9:10 pm
In nineteen forty five
the seeds of peace were planted,
in nineteen ninety five
the soil of memory was turned
then turned again this very day
ageing victory as stiff as clay
With Winnie's brilliant blundering
the bombs they came a thundering
to decimate what men put up
ignoring bees and buttercup.
Now we foster tiny plants
to test our trust in ...
Friday 8th May 2020 10:28 pm
A man like me could have really been something,
standing out from the crowd,
but as I was pedalling the chain came off
so i'm posting on Write out Loud
to give my views on this and that
putting it into rhyme,
to add my mental footprint
on the slippery sands of time.
Tuesday 5th May 2020 7:48 pm
This is the figure I had in mind, he said
pressing the folded note discreetly into my hand.
With calculated delicacy he awaited my response.
An offer just south of acceptable
but I agreed
as there would be more work,
we shook on it
I left his yard.
The petrol filler hole on his hired box van
stuffed with a rag I noticed
told a story.
Friday 1st May 2020 2:59 pm