Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “A Weighty Mission”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/the-crows-weighty-mission/
Selfish, unopened minds remain numbed False eyelashes are heavy and closed Botoxed lips are silent and sealed And elephant ears have been pegged out of sight
But there under our careless feet The earth’s ferns have agelessly survived Three hundred and sixty million years Without changing the appearance of their golden leaves That timelessly regenerate themselves By naturally releasing their fertilising spores
Above the horizon’s sentinel tree line Dark moody clouds Were ominously rolling my way
Swiftly, fat wet drops Started spattering my cap And the growing round puddles Begun pooling into ponds
I’m still miles from home Regardless, on the remaining trek back I’ll be good-naturedly splashing And sloshing my way along the track
Today, I found this interesting song, “And Yet the World Turns” by, Automatic Shoes, the lyrics are below
And Yet the World Turns: Lyrics; Automatic Shoes. Matthew Joseph Hughes, Washington.
Never had a dark thought Never felt a love rot I just work the nine to five That’s all I do, and I’m alive
And I never really dreamed of too much more
Never seen a sad face Or thought much about the human race I just punch out and punch in And I’d do it all again
And I never really dreamed of too much more
And yet the world turns Though your soul, it burns You long to end these bitter wars And get the rich to feed the poor
But I guess I never thought like that before
Never wanted to run away From all the bills I have to pay I do my best to please the man Who signs my checks and ties my hands
And I guess I never thought of too much more
Never had to fight Or stand up for my own rights I guess I’m no protected class And I’m fine with kissing ass
And I’m not real keen on doing too much more
And yet the world turns Though your soul, it burns You long to end these bitter wars And get the rich to feed the poor
But I guess I never thought like that before No I never really dreamed of too much more No I never really dreamed of too much more And I guess I never thought like that before
Being a diabetic has its restrictions But the main rule is, ‘everything in moderation’
I love homemade cheesecake Especially the ones they make At the Moorabool Valley Chocolate Cafe Their irresistible strawberry cheesecakes Are on the better side of scrumptious
Frankie does not have any dietary problems So, he over-indulges on a strawberry And the crunchy biscuit base While I relax with my cafe coffee And write another pleasure-loving poem
Today my ‘Throwback Friday’ poem, is from June 2019, and again, as is my way, I have slightly revised the original piece.
Black Snow Thaws In The Winter Sun (Revised)
I’ve no more secret words of sorrow Only old lines I’ve borrowed I found them in a poet’s dusty booklet The pages were tattered, like Grandma’s cookbook Hidden in the family’s sacred cabinet Faded words that now appear outdated Years of love and dreams relegated Stored away, but prudently not wasted
My road ahead is now cleared of black snow The night is not always dark, you know?
The Olympics are over Now! Is an appropriate time For our ancient and humble moon To accept the shiniest medal For being the friendly games All around the World, marathon champion During the endless days and sleepless nights Our timeless warrior of the sky Was the competitors overseeing, quiet achiever
Henceforth I duly declare The “All Nations” podium belongs to the moon For today, tonight, and all of our tomorrow’s
Hello dear readers and followers, I am a writer for “Coffee House Writers magazine” (USA), on a fortnightly basis, and my poem “I Couldn’t See the Moon”, is in this week’s edition of Coffee House Writers Magazine. … To Read my poem, please click on the link below to visit the article, at Coffee House Writers Magazine. >> https://coffeehousewriters.com/i-couldnt-see-the-moon/
Musette: three verses first line – 2 syllables second line – 4 syllables third line – 2 syllables rhyme scheme – a/b/a c/d/c e/f/e the title reflects the poem’s content
Over at Weekly Prompts, the Weekend’s Challenge is the word Mislead. Please visit their fabulous site by clicking on >> Here. Here, my poem is about the ‘Midday Moon’ being “Misled”
Last week, my poems were about nature’s theatrical light shows, and today’s Throwback poem is a very appropriate choice. Originally written in August 2019, and as is my way, I have rehashed my poem …
Sundown’s Flight
When I’m physically able And feeling stable I like to stroll down my dead-end lane And study the sky’s weather vane
I see twilight clouds on the run Being corralled by the setting sun Shredding prisms of light, tonight’s benediction Bright orange and grey, tomorrow’s ritzy prediction From the horizon’s flamboyant ballet A jazzy indication that storms are on the way
Then the shadowed treeline, merges with the cloudy red kites And I stand here witnessing sundown’s dazzling flight
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