Tag Archives: poetry

A Political Statement

 

 

A political statement

Needs to be heard

By people who matter

Not lines that are blurred

 

Trust is an issue

And what’s good for us all

Not perks for a few

And the rest to the wall

 

I want to feel safe

And valued as one

Not facing the barrel

Of an anger fuelled gun

 

Why is the question

So hard to discern ?

Speak from the heart

With a voice of concern

 

Lives are what matter

We all are as one

That is the day when

We will have won

 

You are important

And I am as well

That’s the first step

The hate we must quell

 

This fight must be forward

Our world is being slammed

No arguments between us

Politics be damned!

 

 

A Forest Life

 

 

 

A songbird sings

A haunting tale

Of love and loss

And hope.

 

A deer finds comfort

Amongst the trees

Its graceful body

At rest.

 

The squirrel

The hoarder

With nuts stacked high

Winter’s feast.

 

The mole digs deep

The ground so soft

It serves to hide

And sleep.

 

The wolves are here

The prey’s afraid

Cycle of life

Lives on.

 

Where do those

Who we call human

Have the right

To be?

Animal Crime?

 

Discriminately speaking

Said the possum from bed,

There’s a fly on the wall

And I think that’s he’s dead!

 

How can I sleep

Surrounded by crime?

Murder and mayhem

Time after time!

 

There’s much to be done

To save all our lives.

But first clean the wall

It’s giving me hives!

 

Doctor, oh Doctor

Have you got a cure?

Things are not right

Of this I am sure.

 

There’s a wolf at my door

And he wants to get in!

He wants me for dinner

His cooking’s a sin!

 

Now the rabbits are fine,

Not a hair out of place.

Which makes me suspicious

I think there’s a case.

 

Fraud and deceit

They play all the time.

I don’t trust the cuteness

I think it’s a crime.

 

How weary my soul,

With this evil about.

I’ll just go back to sleep,

And cover my snout!

 

 

 

 

Outta Sight!

 

 

I heard the word

That poems are sad

And some surely are

But not all I am glad

 

Some have a twist

A surprise I would say

Those are the ones

That so make my day

 

Playing with words

Should really be fun

A laugh or a chuckle

Would not be undone

 

So give it a shot

But try to be bright

I’d just love to say

That’s outta sight!

Chaff On The Wind

 

Like chaff we separate

Riding the the wind

Searching our way

Some moving forward

Some step to the left

Questions unanswered

Perhaps for the best

I wonder sometimes

If I’ve wandered astray

The path is unmarked

No directions in sight

Could being lost

Be the way to

move forward

Could being lost

Be the way to be found

My mind is a whirl

I cannot make sense

But that in itself

May be the grounding

I need

Always remember

The part you must play

The story is yours

The hero you are

 

Lost in the Words

 

I am losing my mind

As I’m drowning in verbs

The nouns are revolting

And hiding in herds

 

A preposition approached me

It was listless and drawn

Next was a conjunction

Looking ready to spawn

 

Adjectives are losing face

They really want to leave

But near at hand I think I see

The pronouns holding strong

 

Now I think a peace is needed

An interjection of a kind

All together fight as one

With an adverb so aligned

Angst is the Word

The notes I had made

They seem to have fled

I’m left at a loss

And filled now with dread

 

Once every week

Was the goal I had set

It worked for awhile

And then came a threat

 

The words I had written

Got lost in the mess

My home is in flux

And I’m full of stress

 

When order once more

Is the word of the day

And writing is easier

I’ll then have my way

 

Forgive me my rant

I just needed to vent

I’m feeling much better

My angst has been spent

Cherish

 

Furl your sails and sit awhile

As a misty breeze wafts by

I nod my head and smile a bit

Your company’s worth the wait

In gentle silence we muse creation

And while away the hours

Companions for a moment

We keep the world bay

 

To soon the cracks will show

And others will want in

 

Cherish these few moments

As life begins anew

 

 

Gardening Tool

 

I’ve been tasked

To find a word

To set it down

To make it heard

 

It feeds the roots

And makes them grow

What is that word?

I swear I know!

 

Bountiful growth

Blooms so rich

Strength and harmony

A gardening niche

 

The soil is ready

But it need more

A boost, a lift

You can’t ignore

 

The noxious stuff

That feeds with grit

Is called a name

I should omit

 

Manure, compost

Peat and stuff

If you don’t use it

There’ll not be enough