( to Janet F )

A stranger passes
(To Janet F. )

At times it’s difficult
to trace a heart behind a face
a beauty that’s within
Just layers beneath the skin.

A person you might meet
a stranger she will greet
a kindness just to show
to a face she does not know.

Upon those lips a smile
that glistens so with style
a helping hand extends
as if we were dear friends.

Oh that we all be such
So much more a common touch
Instead of crying of your woes
be kind to anyone who goes.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

A special dream of love tonight

wake up feeling warm, bright

all your troubles washed away

keeping negative thoughts at bay

energised, breathing in

nightmares thrown into a bin

eagerly see what could be

days filled with positivity.

Turning to a brand new page

only laughter to engage.

Altogether happy place.

Nagging thoughts all locked away

eager to begin the day

walk away from those who judge.

Drift into a happy state

allow yourself to drop that weight

with the help of those around

new horizons will be found.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Poetry day Ireland : theme. There will be time.

There will be time enough to visit

beaches, forests, mountains climb

perhaps notice all the benefits

of nature’s private time.

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soul searching in your solitude

exercising that grey matter

speaking on the internet

some virtual pitter patter.

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Pristinely painted premises

polished glasses, empty wine

weight watchers on the sideline

many months of quarantine.

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In a world of many changes

remembering lessons learned

be faithful to your conscience

showing others more concern.

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JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

A blackbird with her golden beak

into the earth a worm did seek

flying back onto her nest

a morsel to her young digest.

A brood of hungry chicks to feed

fighting for their prey

little beaks wide open

to live another day.

For all the joys of nature

It’s simple, sweetest sound blackbirds in the morning

birdsong all around.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Living in extraordinary times

shopping has become a crime

holding hands is frowned upon

kissing well now that’s just not on.

Children playing with their parents

enjoying time from school

recently they would have thought

that this was not so cool.

Busy working now from home

no more just a factory gnome

appreciating time well spent

relationships to reinvent.

In this era of cocooning

Instead of cursing or bemoaning

be content, do not grieve

our lives together interweave.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Create a dance unto the world

feel that energy unfurled

release those pent up fears

spinning pirouettes, shedding tears.

Stage a drama of your life

love songs, adventures, strife

a musical extravaganza

for an audience of one.

Maybe someone else is listening

echoes beating on the walls

to catch you when you’re falling

bringing silence to those calls.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Count your blessings

polygamist counts – Will you ever be happy – monogamist asks.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )

Nature’s time

Celebrate silence – Nature’s time to flourish – contemplate softly.

JPOET7 ( @wordverse.me )