I went into the mall today. People cut in front and I say, “sorry.” A toddler trips me up, and I say, “sorry.” A woman rams me with her pram And I say, “sorry.” Someone shoves me from behind, And I say, “sorry.” Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, is all I utter. No one seems to …
A slightly completely rambling and nonsensical poem Hiding is not sheltering from a storm, hiding is in fear of death or mortal injury, or worse. Collected in a hearse, not dead. Except inside my head. Sheltering is not hiding, unless it’s raining, It’s only water, you think, not complaining. Sheltered under an old tree, rain …
A silly poem with a serious meaning. Photo by mali maeder on Pexels.com Plastic. Invented in our lifetime but could be the death of all It clogs our seas and rivers, and on wildlife takes its toll It starts out big and bulky like a four-pint thing of milk But breaks down to microplastics, quite …
23rd October 2021 Here is a challenge Write a poem where the first letters in each line are in alphabetical order.1) A ... ... ...2) B ... ... ...3) C ... ... ...n) ... ... ... and so on.Write as many lines as you wish, but at least 4 lines.Good luck! 🔠 👍 Link back …
Flowers, withering without water. Drying, dying, none to care. Petals dropping, one by one, Dying, drying, abhorrent, uncared. The slightest breeze and several fall Dried, died, yet still fragrant. Their perfume fills only the imagination. Reality is the smell of stagnation. The aroma of death, By midday sun or moonlit night They fall, dead, dry, …
Happiness is not on the face of a clown, They always have a permanent frown. Happiness is something you just have inside. But in people I know, it knows how to hide. So, give us a smile, no, give us a grin, Showing you're happy, is not yet a sin, Big hearty laughs, so your …
22nd June 2021 Photo by cottonbro on Pexels.com Let’s celebrate the celibate, those who have not cherished, Or lived, or lain in sinful pose, or loved before they perished? Remember those who cannot love, because great pain it causes, Who hesitate at every touch with long and stiffened pauses. Forget not those who live to …
Your viewpoint or my point of view? Ambling, rambling, almost gambling. Alliterations flow. But still, I do not know. I never have and never will. But then I hear you say, You know the drill. What drill? What thrill? What bitter pill? Resonances flow you know. And so it goes, or blows, or glows, who …
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com Everlasting twaddle, Everlasting twat. Everlasting wobble, Everlasting this and that. Everlasting gobstopper? Surely that’s a piece of clay. Everlasting tedium? Now that’s a groundhog day. Twaddle, twat, wobble, that, A list of words you think. Perhaps they are an anagram? Or another crossword link. Think on it and Think on …
