Your ashes swept away

Scattered where we first kissed
Tears flow freely into morning mist
Memories afloat on waters deep
Sleep, sleep softly sweetheart sleep.

Sadness now, you had to leave
To heal we need that time to grieve
Embrace that love we fondly shared
For this we are so ill prepared.

Now with you, at peace, at rest
I breathe a sigh. at your behest
I smile remember happy times.
The road to love is tough sometimes.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Sweet Afton

Sweet Afton
oh that carbon stick
your ashes we did flick
Behind school sheds
Passed secretly around smoke filled clouded heads.
Bought in single measures
from a corner store
Balanced now upon an ear
A treasure to adore.
Now a butt of ill repute
A pleasure now replaced
by a scented substitute
With chemicals sweetly laced
But is it just a step too far
To persecute All smokers
When the ball is in the other court
With politicians and stockbrokers.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Be happy to be yourself

Inner peace helps to release
The happiness inside
Worry, stress will just depress
Let your spirits slide.

Some people may be cruel
Mock say spiteful things
Ignore their petty inference
Deflect those arrowed slings.

Be proud to be just who you are
Block out the non believers
Bring beauty to your countenance
Prove wrong those spurious weavers.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Let’s spoil ourselves

Let’s spoil ourselves let’s have a cake
Forget that waist for goodness sake
For getting old we can be free
do not care what others see.

Too often we had worried so
When to a meeting we would go
A tummy tuck an odd grey hair
To a suitor we could not share.

The time has come to lose that weight
Upon our mind not on our gait
Contented with what we have got
To be happy with our lot.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan 317 ) ( @ wordverse.me )

Proud to be me

Should I feel guilty by using He
uncomfortable that it is not she
seriously has it come to this
That the use of gender is amiss.

Have we gone a step too far
Do we still know who we are
Surely it should never be
Concealing our identity.

Why can’t we just be ourselves
Leave pronouns open on our shelves
Express our views as we see fit
Let prejudice not smother it.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

You’re awake,
one of the lucky ones
Don’t hold a knife,
play with guns
Don’t be angry,
cruel, sad
Life’s too short,
be kind not bad.
Do be happy
Smile hello
Throw some light
As you go
For love is near
Around that bend
Your joy today
Will find a friend.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

On a visit to a local community garden. Ballaghadereen Co. Roscommon

Memories

Scattered seashells, shifting sands
beneath a child’s excited hands
ferns, thistles meadows rolling
happiness just keeps on flowing.

Barefoot step in cold dark clay
tumbling, rolling – new mown hay
carving names on large oak trees
lying, listening to honey bees.

Such are memories of times past
passing years have shadows cast
days, months, years go by
memories, moments in my mind’s eye.

Jpoet7 (#doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )