The air is purerWildlife wanders in to townBut the people die. #haiku #earthday2020 #covid-19
Category: Poetry
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/
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 …
The Storm
Trees straining at their roots while plastic bags wrap around their branches.Like stringless kites, lost without tears, discarded without thought.Leaves race with the wind, out paced and out smarted,they gather in corners, in little whirlwinds, mixed with litter,dirt and dust rising in the air.Above the cliffs, seagulls, stationary on the wind.Riding on the up-currents, deflected …
poem ’bout owt.
Sitting watching Tele With me dinner in me belly What a wasted life Just sat there with the wife Mixed emotions sit there fighting Cos I really should be writing But basically I’m lazy Not to mention slightly crazy So I sit there on me bum Thinking should I take an um breller in the …
Today’s Weather
The weather today is typical, of a normal spring like day, Cold and wet if you want to go out, sunny if you want to stay. I do like short poems! ©kirky 2019
Is there is no one?
As it is National Poetry Day, here is a poem what I wrote. Is it noise without sound or sound without noise........? No one to hear if there's no one to listen. Hurt without pain or pain without feeling....... No one cares, you just have to endure it. Sight without vision, vision without seeing.... Nobody …
