Dublin in the rare old times

Dublin in the rare old times

We build hotels, cycleways
Bury lives of bygone days
Display our narrow arrogance
An ancient city to enhance.

knocking down our heritage
Brass plaques on a river bridge
From Merchants Arch to Cobblestone
A blasphemy we can’t condone.

A playground for the upper class
To me it’s just a little crass
Lacking foresight, culture, taste
Catastrophe by undue haste.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Different views

Different views.

She saw a light up in the sky
A shooting star passing by
made a wish a silent prayer
Blew it out upon the air.

He on the other hand
Could not really understand
The reason for this fantasy
So distant from reality.

In life we all have different views
mundane to some to others news
our world would be a better place if love could be our one embrace.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

When did I last put pen to paper

When did I last put pen to paper

I used to love that exercise
you reading it I’d Visualise
see the smile upon your face
as it dropped through the door.

you’d reply so handsomely
in lines, that perfect stroke
Love oozing from the letters
An image to evoke.

I found them tied up neatly
With a pretty ribboned bow
Filled with constant memories
of the you I used to know.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

A tapestry of lace now shrouds
beneath a canopy of clouds
amidst loud laughter futures made
a place where children played.

A half door swinging in the breeze
raucous rooks in trembling trees
await the labourers return
potatoes, cabbage, butter churn.

No motor cars no patios
fancy clothes or panty hose
happiness was all around
people’s feet firm on the ground.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

A hand that touched my childhood

A hand that touched my childhood

One so warm and tender
Who’s love In all its splendour
Consoling the disconsolate
To a bosom did surrender.

Youth yearning for the succour
Of a healing helping hand
Embracing without question
In a magic wonderland.

Lifting fears with laughter
hand to wipe a tear
Settled by the knowledge
Of your presence drawing near.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Angry farmer

Angry farmer thunders shouts

Murder most fowl
Said the chicken to the fox
With feathers scattered all around
No Cockcrow in the morning
Sly footprints to be found.
Steals back to its hidden den
Past the robin and the wren
Where hungry cubs await
Dribble drool salivate.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

If we had only known

If we’d only known

Yesterday we worried
But tomorrow never came
Our minds were set on problems
On fears without a name.

Time spent looking forward
Regretting what was past
A life that should be happy
Into a shadow cast.

Be joyful for the future
Be open not confined
Live just for the present
Be happy, gracious, kind.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

Forward planning

Forward planning

Constant traffic passing by
People rushing, seagulls cry
Tempting tempers, traffic trials
Stretching back miles and miles.

City’s sucking, snarling sounds
Clouding lines of sanity
Exhausting, fuming temperance
Venting plumes profanity.

Concrete towers – pylons high
Reflecting greys reach to the sky
Forward planning gone askew
Should we have a wider view.

Jpoet7 (@wordverse.me )

How quickly friendships shred

How quickly friendships shred.

Dropped into a torrent of emotion
On a thunderous wave it drifts
On the surface – chasms – rifts
Trust hurled into abyss.

Silence steals a once held love
Brain clouds closing up above
Time trapped beneath a veil
On words a ship did sail.

Feelings amplified
Bottled up inside
Life twisted on its head
How quickly friendships shred.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )

An icon wannabe

An icon wannabe

Happiness is hard to find
In a closed, cluttered mind
Cogs wounded, worried, winding
To a standstill, slowly grinding.

Lost deep within life’s landfill
Groping failing to fulfil
That perfect image that you see
A computer icon wannabe.

Difficult as it may seem
hope within that inward scream
Open up to those around
Relieve that inner mental pound.

Jpoet7 ( @wordverse.me )