Photo by Miguel Á. Padriñán on Pexels.com Oh, Covid-19 where's your sting? I’ll tell you where I’m a killing thing. I lurk in coughs, I hide in sneezes, I hang around In old men’s wheezes. I’m out, I’m about I’m all around you I can’t be seen But I'm out to get you. You’ll not …
Author: Joseph R. Mason
Published author, poet, orator, blogger, father, grandfather, evangelical christian, theologian, counsellor.
Earth Day Haiku
The air is purerWildlife wanders in to townBut the people die. #haiku #earthday2020 #covid-19
Another terrible Haiku
Leg end of lamb stewMinted jelly on the sideRoast potatoes too. Eugi’s weekly prompt – Legend https://wordpress.com/read/blogs/69221687/posts/62667 https://amanpan.com/2020/04/20/eugis-weekly-prompt-legend-april-20-2020/
Haiku.
A haiku is traditionally a Japanese poem consisting of three short lines that do not rhyme. The origins of haiku poems can be traced back as far as the 9th century. A haiku is considered to be more than a type of poem; it is a way of looking at the physical world and seeing …
Modern Slavery 2020
Modern Slavery 2020 Is it me, the world, stupidity or wit?The heights of joy and gladness, the deepest darkest pitThe depths of cruel depravity, for all the world to seeWas slavery abolished in 1833?Why not ask the young girl, shackled to her bedIn filthy rags and sperm stained sheets, raped, molested, red raw teets. Ask …
Bondi Beach
White sand stretches nine hundred and ninety-seven metres. Or zero point six two of a mile in an arc around the bay. On a summers day, forty thousand worshipers of the sun. On a winters day, who knows? Who cares? Who dares? Only the members of the Iceberg Club, Fool hardy worshipers of the macho …
For Kit. A poem……
For Kit. A poem. Not for him, the hope of life, For Kit is was assurance That he was defo, heaven bound He needs no reassurance. So though we mourn, we also praise We thank God for your friendship. We praise the Lord with all our hearts We thank God as we worship. Of course …
Coochiemudlo. A poem.
Golden sands and an azure skyNearly noon and the sun sits highabove the beach on which we liesoaking up the rays. Slapping on the factor fiftyLooking very slightly shiftyEasy find an empty beachSuntan on my little peach Deserted left, deserted rightSun so hot, sun so brightSand too hot to lie straight downOur skins go golden …
Thomas, Wizard’s Son. Book 1 of The Tales of Trymyll.
I have now completed all 29 chapters of this book and sent it off. Here is the first chapter as a taster. ©Joseph R. Mason 2019 Chapter 1. The Hidden Cave. In the village where Tom lived, not much happened, in the county where Tom lived, not much more happened. In fact, in the whole …
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