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Category Archives: Poems (Some Silly)
The water all has gone away Glistening sand now fills the bay What has happened, you may ask (Though muffled behind your medical mask) No mystery here, no invading bugs Just the wretched giants have pulled the plugs!
Thoughts disjointed leaves me bemused… Decisions not possible. Why? Virus infecting the brain… mind thoroughly muddled 16 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Muddle
In her bed yet in her head In her sleep, no place to keep Creeping through sleep’s fragile film In a dream, through veils unseen Into a world that is not ours Where five minutes lived might yet be hours … Continue reading
Sid was one hell of a guy with the girth of a giant and the heart of a saint, Nelly always was laughing, the happiest soul without restraint. They met one night at the harbour’s mouth, colliding, for lack of … Continue reading
Perplexed, you say, pondering And I wonder what perplexities you mull upon now What confusion found though the evidence was clearly presented What contradictions cleverly wrought – in your opinion – to baffle and snaffle you What oxymorons, what tautologies, … Continue reading
He who made me did not want me Left me with the empty pots He who made me didn’t love me Left me unpainted, here, forgot He who cast a mould to form me Upped his roots and departed He … Continue reading
The way he cleared the site… that was thorough The clearings sorted into piles, biodegradable and non-perishable The way he loaded the metals and plastics into the skip… that was admirable The way he constructed a bonfire, safe so the … Continue reading
There is a mill upon the fen Beloved of troll, shunned by men Never a grain was grinded there But water raised from flood to mere All the work of boggarts and trolls But don’t let on, you’ll scare our … Continue reading
Gaoler, Gaoler, with your ring of keys Gaoler, Gaoler, with your scorn of thieves Gaoler, with that greed in your eyes Gaoler, with your slippery lies Gaoler, with your hand held out thinking from me that you’ll get aught Gaoler, … Continue reading