National poetry day they say
No parades no flags no hip hooray
But do we need to advertise
To spread the news not to elegise
The art of poetry will still live on
Inspired by Keats, Kavanagh and Byron
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The private jet had touched down earlier arriving from Malpensa airport. She had stepped elegantly onto the runway and into the waiting chauffeur driven limousine. She was whisked away speedily past the normal security checks and off to her location. She is a model, the daughter of a South American Diplomat and a lady famous not only for her looks but also for her left wing ideals.
She was here for a photo shoot and as usual on occasions there was an army of paparazzi awaiting her arrival, and of course her burly body guards who were always conspicuous by their dress code. Although immensely wealthy in her own right she had never flaunted it in public and today was no exception. There was always a buzz and a tension about and an edginess the cut through the air. ……………………
How long ago is it since you sat alone in silence. It’s difficult what with your I pad, I Pod, TV, Facebook, E Mail, What’s App and all the other gadgets that surround your whole being. It’s difficult to clear the mind to sit still without wondering. Your brain is filled with electronic pulses – Turn Them Off – listen to the silence. Become as the yoga man says “one with yourself ” you will find if you do that all these things will still be there when you return . If you’re lucky enough to have lots of “friends” on Facebook there will be lots of messages. They waited – but in the meantime be it for 10 minutes or whatever, you were relaxed, you may not realise it but it did you good. If you like me picked up a pen and paper ( remember them ) you did something you enjoy, it’s not being lazy it’s being mind healthy. Why not try it .
Neighbours
Neighbours
I called out but you did not answer
I peered through the stain glass
Sorrow pierced my broken heart
You lay motionless pale and scattered
You who when last we met
Was full of life and joy and laughter
Your smile a comfort to all who called
Your wisdom your out stretched Palm
How your advice would keep me calm
I watched you age with elegance and grace
The caring lines upon your face
No one now to take your place
How sad and lonely it must have been
To lie alone cold and unseen
For one who helped cared for and cried
Shame that we were not there when you died
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Caught in a jam
Evening falls and we crawl in a funeral like procession locked in the traffic of life. Each face tells a different story, each expression A different tension. Guzzling engines emit
Poisonous fumes into the atmosphere. Do we realise the damage we are doing to the planet, that the cumulative effect is slowly killing us. If we do we are ignoring the obvious. We are feeding our gluttonous earthly ambitions and driving ourselves over the cliff into the ever yawning mouth of the melting ice caps.
Dark shadows pierce my lonely soulA broken heart none can consoleThe shadow of a broken marriageA bolting horse without a carriageWhat was a union now is broken Those angry words now loudly spokenThe acts of love were just a tokenThe children crying lives in tattersTheir dreams are well and truly shatteredMy life my world a total messI stand alone in deep distress thoughts are running through my mindNo solace in life can I findI wish that I could press a buttonTo end it all …………………..
WHILE WALKING THROUGH THE CEMETERY So many memories still lie there Each morning I silently walk by thereI bow gently and say a short prayer thereTo someone I love who is laid thereYou’ll never regret the time spent thereFor they hear all the the footsteps above themAnd know that someone really loves themIt eases their pain to know once againThat there are people around to still mind them Jpoet7
Nagasaki
11.02 and silence reigned
Unaware of future pain
The bomb dropped fast
A shadow cast
Children burned stomachs churned
The atom bomb had just returned
World war amended in a moment
An act of Japanese atonement
They shatter Nagasaki dreams
Mushroom clouds obscure sunbeams
Will we ever learn from history deeds
And give our children the peace it needs
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Magic mushrooms
Magic mushroomsAn Aphrodisiacs’ repast. Departed for dessert.
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