The Attic Night

My little spot to hide away from it all.
My Lennon and T.Rex posters on the wall.
With sloping attic roof, not much space!
But I still love my little secluded place.

I see the Sun peer through the skylight.
Framed are the stars, in the  dark attic night.
My television set needs just a small screen.
It's all peace and quiet up here, so serene!

Up the ladder I go, on the steps so steep.
To chill and relax, or perhaps have a sleep.
Elvis had his dungeon, his Graceland den.
Where he hung out with his 'Mafia' men.

My den might not be as lavish or as grand.
It doesn't get visitors from across the land!
But I still love my room, just me and the sky.
Where the woes of the world just pass me by.

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Mike Bartram

Sat 14th Sep 2019 12:49

Thank you for reading and for the nice comments!

I think 'simplistic' sums up my stuff very well. I try and come up with things that are easy on the eye and the mind. I aim to make a point or to get a message or description across without going around the world to do so!

I still try and be effective as I can in doing so. It may not be everybody's cup of tea,my style of writing, but it's all I know!

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Rose Casserley

Thu 12th Sep 2019 15:38

when I say I love simplistic poems like this one I don't mean it disrespectfully, I mean it in an applauding way of how guys like you can write brill poems like this using only the simplest of words. ?

Bravo Mike!

Rose ?

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Don Matthews

Wed 11th Sep 2019 23:29

So good Mike. I would like a little attic room like that. Plain? yes Grand? yes

' in the attic night.'. That phrase is different. And very good.....

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