Bid welcome to Spring
If there is such a thing
There’s white sleet a falling
It’s oh so appalling.
Fires are a burning
Soup on the range
You’d think it mid winter
How the seasons have changed.
Maybe the snowdrops all blooming white
Will Return underground
Frozen with fright
Now who would blame them
I’m cozy inside
Under the duvet
Until summer I’ll hide.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Them were the days.

Went for a pint in Mulligans
Fancied a packet of crisps
Settled snugly into the corner
Like little Jack Horner
A comfort I’ll never forget.

To look back on it now
I will never know how
I managed to get home at all
For when I woke up next day
There was hell to pay
For I’d fallen asleep in the hall.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Light a candle to the past

I don’t see hatred in their eyes
Despite their desperate inward cries
For tortured family and friends
Those constant tears that never end.

Our visions now of desperation
Ghettos born of segregation
Honour in their misery
A Holocaust for all to see.

Now that many years have passed
Here am I still stood aghast
At racial hatred in our midst
Our inability to co exist.

Time has come to take a stand
Reach out with a loving hand
Open up our eyes to see
That strength is gained from unity.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Time to take a moment.

We have so much to offer
Oftentimes unaware
Of how a simple greeting
Can show how much we care.

Next time someone passes
take a moment – say hello
To acknowledge their existence
May matter more than we can know.

For life’s not always easy
Sometimes behind that smile
Just show a little courtesy
I’m sure it will be worthwhile.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) @wordverse.me

Don’t be so blind

In solitude we will survive
This virulent viral scourge
By washing hands – wearing masks
We will surely purge.

Those out there who do believe
That this is just a lie
Ignoring all obvious signs
I ask the question why.

People lie in corridors
Our streets filled up with ghosts
While you in total ignorance
Of immunity will boast.

Can you not see the anguish
That has visited mankind
Wash your hands, wear a mask
Awake, don’t be so blind.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

A masterpiece or epic.

I imagine it’s like painting
Writing down some lines
on a large blank canvas
With a myriad of designs.

Your mind is all a clutter
Scattered words – colour codes
A brushstroke or a fountain pen
Awaiting to explode.

An idea it begins to build
At times it all depends
On that momentary motion
Who knows where it will end.

A masterpiece or epic
Only time will tell
For there is nothing sweeter
Than silver strokes in lines pastel.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

Find your Karmic Habitat

Even on the bleakest morn
whipping winds widespread warn
rising rolling – surging swell
spinning swirling problems dwell.

Sun is always out somewhere
spreading rays of joy
close your eyes, breathe slowly
Its wonders to employ.

Arid deserts, barren places
one can find a calm oasis
a friendly port to anchor at
find your Karmic habitat.

Jpoet7 ( #doolan317 ) ( @wordverse.me )

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