Monday morning

Mention Monday morning
Mindful weather warning
Alarm bells loudly ringing
Waking from my sleep.

Winter webs on window glass
Crystals crushing frosted grass
Sweetest sound songbird sings
Snowdrops open pearl white wings.

Raucous rooks rise restlessly
Floating on the breeze
While I stretch-take a breath
Into a new day ease.

Jpoet7 ( @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 )

Pen to paper

Have we forgotten how to write
Pen-paper out of sight
Lines once written-writing pad
In happy times-when we’re sad.

An envelope-news within
From a friend-next of kin
A lover with a scented kiss
Silent moments-reminisce.

Some cherished others thrown
Contents may be never known
But to the writer and their friend
That pen did often problems mend.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

My centre space

Amazed at how you never aged
Always welcoming-engaged
Time for problems all around
My heart is racing-hear it pound.

A beauty that will always be
A treasure I will always see
A rock I will forever climb
Natural loveliness-sublime.

You-you are my centre space
A warmth so easy to embrace
Kindness you will always find
Ideal lady-well defined.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.ie )

Time’s past

I recall when we were young
Ice cold water harshly stung
As we washed from frozen pale
Dried our hair in an easterly Gale.

Fitted out in short trousers
Braces strapped above the waist
Socks darned in multi colours
Spic-span-no time to waste.

It was time for Sunday mass
Spit-polish-inspection pass
In the churchyard gather around
It’s bells now just a distant sound.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

First day out in the new year

Nature’s serenade

Moments of sweet solitude
surrounded by a multitude
of floral fragrance floating
upon a passing breeze.

Wafting whistling elegance nature’s secret instrument
in an orchestral composition whispering sonnets in the reeds.

Choirs sing in chorus
creating common goals
a universe, an instrument
where beauty can unfold.

Now we are curators
resining the bow
in unison with bumble bees
let’s nature’s furrow plough.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Empathy

Keep your soul happy
contented in its space
a spirit with a conscience
full of passion-Grace.

Release that love within you
reach out-hold-embrace
this imprint of your presence
upon the human race.

Simple smiles crystallise
the humour you possess
do not brand-stigmatise
with empathy-life caress.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Pronouncing a pronoun

Humanity is now a word
We can no longer use
For in this world of clarity
It’s use is quite absurd.

In the midst of it you’ll find
A gender no longer thought-declined
A pronoun panned to rubble-dust
In case we may perchance disgust.

Must we re write “history”
There we go again you see
For fear that we may vilify
Himself-Herself-you-I.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )