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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 )