Category Archives: Poetry

Who Shall I Kill Next?

 

 

Betty sipped her coffee hot

And watched the scene below

It was a busy market day

And the crowd was all aglow.

Children were laughing and running

Between the shopping stalls.

Mothers with prams were trying

To manoeuvre makeshift walls

Nearby long-suffering fathers

Were trying to look so cool.

Or at the very least

Not appear the fool.

Betty could see the thieves

Trying to work the crowd

They tried to be unnoticed

Their work was not allowed

Then the Ladies of the Night

Came looking for a score

It looked like easy pickings

As they peaked around a door

Now Betty had a code

That she followed to a T

She could not bring herself

To hurt a child you see

So she would stay away

From the mothers that were there

The fathers on the other hand

Who said life was fair

Though it might be easy.

But it really was a thought.

Men could be the target

She wondered if she ought

She was getting bored.

Somebody had to die.

Should they be deserving

or one who caught her eye

 

The sun was setting for the night

Soon the light would dim

Work was needed to be done

It’s not a silly whim

She heaved a sigh, and flexed her arms

And prepared to take a life.

Perhaps she’d use some poison

Or perhaps just with a knife . . .

. . . Chapter One . . .

A Walk

 

I’m taking my bumblebee for a walk

He likes to drink you see

Floral syrup is his brew

He gets it all for free!

 

I’m taking my Robin for a walk

He flies from tree to tree

It’s hard for me to keep abreast

When Robin’s on a spree

 

I’m taking my butterfly for a walk

He likes to drink each day

Nectar is his beverage

A sip and he’s on his way

 

I love to walk with all my friends

They have so much to say

If only I could understand

Then maybe they would stay

A Seed Sown

A mighty oak

From a single seed grows

Strength and endurance

That everyone knows

 

But what of the seed

That lands on a stone

No earth for to grow

Forgotten alone

It struggles to live

It battles the odds

But will is the difference

A gift from the gods

 

It may never become

A mighty great tree

But it will touch the strangers

When in passing they see

 

Determined to live

For long or for short

Irrelevant time

Enough to cavort

 

I was the one

I stopped and I saw

Tenacity and drive

It left me in awe

The lesson is learned

No need to grieve

The time will be joyous

If you just believe

My Own Song

 

 

I’m singing my own song

And I’m writing it too

Sometimes I’m brilliant

And sometimes it’s poo

 

I don’t care for noise

But the sound of a song

Country, pop or jazz

It just can’t be wrong

 

Classical notes form

A bridge for the ear

All other music

Began I think here

 

The song I am writing

Is dear to my heart

It helps me to focus

And where next to start

 

My past in a word

It simply was great

Love and adventure

Full was my slate

 

My song is not finished

I have years still to write

Experiences to live

The future is brigh

Blank

 

My mind is a blank

I have nothing to say

I have til tomorrow

Oh wait, that’s today!

A promise I made

I just need to keep

My word is my bond

Except when I sleep

Then all bets are off

In my fantasy realm

I’m thin and I’m gorgeous

And I’m at the helm

But awake is the place

Where reality lies

And that is the place

where everyone tries

I’ll do my best

Each day that I can

As long as I’m here

That is the plan

Flipping the Word

 

You’re entitled

To the words that are yours

They’re there with their letters

To play with their betters.

 

Where else would you find

A place you could wear

The wings of a bird

At the drop of a word.

 

I know you are thinking

No way she is right

As she writes a new word

whose meaning is blurred

 

Of course she is coarse

The way she relates

Perhaps if she was here

She could hear what I fear

 

Then peace would prevail

In my piece of the world.

Raise a glass to the sun

Cuz this jaunt is done!

I am Afraid

I’m not afraid of living

I am afraid of life

Every day’s a battle

So often filled with strife

I’m not afraid of death

I am afraid of dying

I could say that I am not

But then I would be lying

They say that fear is healthy

A way to keep us safe

To live a life the fullest

Not wasted as a waif

I will do my dearest

To keep my fear at bay

To live a life of living

Before death comes my way

The Cowboy and the Pen

 

 

He rode the trails

For days untold

He slept beneath the stars

His pony and his saddle

With justice on his hip

Men were hard

And women true

It was so long ago

The law was in the barrel

A bullet the execution

Was it better then?

Now the cowboy has a pen

Justice slow but true

The pony now is stationery

Tucked into a desk

The stars are hidden

Far from sight

The days are foggy too

Justice now is talked about

And sometimes meted out

But times are slow

And opinions matter

Does Fairness have a chance?

The power of the pen they say

Is swift and it is blunt

But time goes on

And pens run dry

Is it better now?

Never Forget

I have forgotten

the sound of the snow

The touch of the grass

On my silly big toe

 

I wish I remembered

The smell of the wind

That I knew it as a child

Before I had sinned

 

I have memories intact

Of the love that I felt

All the joy I remember

The cards I was dealt

 

Time is a factor

As the ages move on

But hold to the memories

Before they are gone