Poetry Blog by Shirley Smothers (2013, line)
Nicola Beckett on The Muse's (Thu, 2 Jul 2020 02:53 am)
Chilled air scatters leaves, winter.
Chilled air old body, winter.
A Mime make a rhyme, hear it?
Anger consumes me, inflicts hell.
Stormy sea of life, God's there.
You bring out the best in me.
Poems come from heart, speaks soul.
Turn eyes I'm not here, homeless.
Depressed, with Jesus find rest.
Happy, lonely, share love.
White Horse fell in mud, dirty.
Story of yo...
Friday 1st July 2016 11:32 pm
A ghostly Soldier, a Mother and babe alone, the price of freedom.
The chilled air rushes through the leaf strewn forest floor, winter's on its way.
A Mime make a rhyme, sure a Mime can make a rhyme, but who would hear it.
God is good and great, praise him now and don't be late, will decide Your fate.
The wind blows the snow into whirlin...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 12:38 am
I stood there and chanted, "Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary!"
"I heard you the first time," said the Bar Tender.
Friday 14th March 2014 9:40 pm