A poetic licence to experiment
Trapped within a troubled world
in a mind so twisted / knurled
love suspended deep inside
release that spring let me ride.
Trampled by my troubled brain
pent up anger – silent pain
hitting out at loved ones dear
even so they persevere.
A moment in a happy place
see a smile upon your face
my brain it sparks, traces bright
You’re constant love / see the light
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
Living in the zone
Playing Tarzan / climbing trees tumbling / falling / bloodied knees stinging nettles / thorns / thistles / jumping / kicking / blowing whistles on happy streets / spinning tops / cries of laughter / never stops / from early morning ‘till sunset falls / Kicking footballs / vaulting walls / snitching apples / jumpers full / Life was lively / never dull. Now our children / never seen / in the gardens / on the green / locked now into / cyber space / of fun and games / there is no trace / who are we to criticise / maybe we were not so wise / life was then so innocent / of evil doings ignorant / no conversations at a dance / book appointments in advance / traditions trampled / much is lost / in future we may count the cost.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
I seldom went to movies
they were never fun alone
rather listen to my music
In a bedroom on my own.
It wasn’t that I wanted to
I felt so isolated
In a world of images
In my mind I had created.
For outside I was different
with different coloured skin
people jeered / looked at me
as if I were a sin.
I never understood back then
why it was such a crime
In a world that’s painted
In colours all the time.
I lived within a circle
of bigotry and hate
ignorance in people
prejudice from the state.
With dignity and fortitude
in life I have survived
Hopeful this at last will change
and unite this great divide.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
Yesterday Ireland opened its doors to business. Will we ever learn.
Sadly we’ll never learn
The Penny hasn’t dropped
as queues of people shopped
lines, lines / unmasked faces
viral smiles / once more embraces.
Months we spent alone in lockdown
city silent / scary ghost town
friends we lost / private sorrow
fighting for a new tomorrow.
That sacrifice / we’ve all paid
stepping stones / neatly laid
frontline staff / lives in danger
for us all friend or stranger.
Forgotten now for a bargain
lured again / sales pitch jargon
there is a word for those who queued
me I wouldn’t be that rude.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
Clouds closed in
Caw, cawing In parliament – Rooks return – raucous rookeries. Starlings swiftly swiping air – chattering murmurations. Swallows swoop silently – flights – feeding furiously. Low light looms large – streetlights shimmer. Clouds creeping closer – day drifts – darkness.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
History lies beneath our feet
peel it back – such a treat
bog lands, moors, highlands all
stories that in truth enthral.
There are those who do not care
no respect for values – rare
concrete jungles, carbon copies
felling trees – killing poppies.
Our future lies within the past
lessons learned forgotten fast
take a moment, think about
nature’s beauty – don’t blot it out.
Jpoet7 ( #dolan317 )
A simple moment in time
The garden came alive with birdsong, Swifts, starlings, swallows swooped swiftly beneath the trembling leaves of chestnut trees. Robins, sparrows, tits were busy feeding on disturbed aphids. Raindrops delicately poised on scarlet fuchsia tips as scattered leaves danced amongst the buttercups. A moment spent in tune with nature.
Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )
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