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Featured Collage Above: the photos were taken by Derrick Knigkt, and kindly with his permission, he allows me to reproduce them here in collaboration with my poems. Here Below, are the photos before I created the “Canva Collage”
Hello dear readers and followers, I now write for “Coffee House Writers” magazine on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Beetle Called Bertha”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … please click on the link below to view my poem, at Coffee House Writers. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/a-beetle-called-bertha/
A poem I wrote back in April 2019, just before I wss about to fly to the other side of the world, New York and Philadelphia.
Co-Existing
On a starry Autumn night
Lying under the cosmic sky
I see a universe beyond
The galaxy’s milky way
With unnumbered orbiting planets
Astronomer’s clearly hearing their sound
Radars that echo, there’s no shadow of doubt
Out there somewhere
In the vastness of space
Another similar earth, co-exists
Do those purple aliens
Wait and wonder
Look to the cosmos and ponder
When will those humanoids arrive
Invading their picturesque, violet atmosphere
Ravaging innocent foreign lands and lives
Bowing to the human war cry
Assimilate or die
“Melancholy Man” The Moody Blues
I’m a melancholy man, that’s what I am, All the world surrounds me, and my feet are on the ground. I’m a very lonely man, doing what I can, All the world astounds me and I think I understand That we’re going to keep growing, wait and see.When all the stars are falling down Into the sea and on the ground, And angry voices carry on the wind, A beam of light will fill your head And you’ll remember what’s been said By all the good men this world’s ever known. Another man is what you’ll see, Who looks like you and looks like me, And yet somehow he will not feel the same, His life caught up in misery, he doesn’t think like you and me, ‘Cause he can’t see what you and I can see
Ivor.Plumber/Poet 