I once met a couple oh so wise

So distant in their deep blue eyes

Upon their arms there was a stamp

Numbers from a concentration camp.

They spoke of torture and of pain

Crushed in pens on a cattle train

Stripped of all their dignity

A crime of viscous villainy.

Evil minds now still defend

Horror hard to comprehend

In their memory I shed a tear

As hate once more erupts I fear.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

We all believe in different ways.

When I was at school God was a man

Thought to bow to his command

Learned His many rules by rote

All my life to Him devote.

To me at times I was afraid

That I just would not make the grade

End up in the fires of hell

Forever in that dungeon dwell.

Now I see a different path

Forgiveness rather than the wrath

More a sense of inner peace

A place for tensions to release.

Encountered many who believe

In different ways they do receive

Perceive our Gods in different ways

With friendship as it’s cardinal phrase.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

It never stopped that wind and rain
Chestnut trees creaked in pain
Drip, drip from gutters leak
Out of a window I sneak a peek.

It’s three AM time to sleep
Back to bed in darkness creep
A thermal duvet keeps me warm
Lie – listen to the raging storm.

I awake early next morning
Different sounds, day is dawning
Cawing crows, screeching magpies
Serenade clear blue skies.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Ponder badger your in peril

People judge you, dangerous feral

Traps are laid a cull performed

A vigilante group is formed.

Of nature we have lost the plot

Our time on earth a fatal blot

Ignoring climate changes scream

Too concerned with self esteem.

It’s not too late to turn around

Reintroduce a Forrest sound

Educate with good foundations

Securing life for generations.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )

Lough O’ Flynn. Ballinlough Co. Roscommon

Dull damp mist drowns distant hills

Whipping sands – body chills

Sizzling summer Sunday sighs

Graying clouds fill sullen skies:

Plans once made for holidays

Ice cream cones, sandwich trays

Cases packed, suntan lotion

Parasols set by the ocean.

Irish dreams so often shattered

Into the car emotions battered

Tune into the radio

The weatherman has forecast snow.

J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )