We let our hearts play hide and seek
I’m sure your friends will gather there
Stories they will, relay, share
Of time spent in your company
How good it always used to be.
Is it that we’re too afraid
To let emotions be displayed
As others place a kiss on cheek
We let our hearts play hide and seek.
Why do we wait until you pass
Toast your treasures lift a glass
To someone now who cannot hear
The love we felt for one so dear.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
Hacked by someone unknown
People throw rocks at me
Not the type that you can see
Sometimes fling them verbally
Scarring, Scaring mentally.
On my iPhone message me
So cruel it just depresses me
Phrases you will never find
In dictionaries of any kind.
How can people be so cruel
Tease, roast, ridicule
Thoughtless taunts terrorise
My sanity they jeopardise.
In my mind I’m all alone
My confidence completely blown
For what reason I’ll never know
But in spite of them I’ll glow and
grow.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
A western sunset
Sunset in the West of Ireland. County Roscommon



The day the dance beat me
In the dancehall I recall
I suddenly felt fearful, small
For two left feet I do possess
Attempt the jive to no success.
Others move with guile and grace
To charm the ladies win the race
I stand alone feel abashed
My early hopes cruelly dashed.
A simple act so it would seem
A backward step on self esteem
I tried I tried to no avail
To feel that beat I always fail.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
Happy Thanksgiving
I told you to run

That Wooden Spoon.
Pipe down up there I heard her say, Get off your arse go out to play.
They’re up there jumping on the bed, Screaming shouting wrecking my head.
If I have to ask you one more time I’ll be up them stairs commit a crime.
Down they came with a skip and hop, Out the door didn’t wait to stop.
That wooden spoon not far behind, You must be cruel to be kind.
That was back in the dark ages, When children read from books with pages.
Climbing trees, bloodied knees, Greasy chips and mushy peas.
Playing games out in the street, Listening to music with a beat.
So quickly it all has changed, Everything’s been rearranged.
Children’s brains to PCs wired, Thinking muscles long retired.
Hours spent in isolation, Creating now a robot nation.
Forgotten how to socialise, extreme to mention exercise.
Where real friends no longer call, No running around no playing ball.
We’ve lost the act of sympathy, honour, love or empathy.
Thus our world is run by fools, who govern now by their own rules.
Our apathy has led us here, to a place indeed we all should fear.
JPoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
From that doorway as I pass by
A stranger on a familiar street
Awakened by that pounding beat
Of footsteps splashed haphazardly
From suits to rags they dare not see
Or choose by choice to ignore
That figure lying by a door
Into an office air conditioned
From human suffering now partitioned.
But even in that darkest day
With life in hopeless disarray
She cracks a smile when I say Hi
From that doorway as I pass by.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
Protection from the thorns
Plant a little heaven in your day
Grow love in a very special way
Place petals as you pass by
Cast glances with a loving eye.
Thankful to be alive
Because of others we survive
Make an effort, show concern
Through kindness we can learn.
Rid yourself of airs and graces
We are made of different races
For those who harbour fears
Feel abandoned full of tears.
Make a space within your life
A calm corner amid strife
A wind shield from the storms
protection from the thorns.
Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )
Botanic Gardens. Dublin
A frosty start to the day in Dublin’s Botanic Gardens.



