Posted in Simply Poetry
“I know that if odour were visible, as colour is,
I’d see the summer garden in rainbow clouds”
Robert Bridges
Colour in the Shadows
There it lurks
In the deep dark shadows
Soon bursting out, in fireworks
In one big colourful pose
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“Green was the silence, wet was the light,
the month of June trembled like a butterfly.”
― Pablo Neruda
Christmas in Summer
It’s almost, like Christmas
In the month of June
Nature, ever so fearless
When summer, came so soon
Reds and greens
Pretty, in every scene
Something, unseen
On this, widest of screens
Is it live or memorex?
It’s as good, as any guess
But wouldn’t settle, for less
After all, the winter was, a big mess
Enjoy it, while it lasts
For this season, too, will pass
And if there is any chance
Record it all, en mass
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Before the game is afoot, thou still let’st slip”
William Shakespeare
Game’s aFoot
There is no shame
In playing the game
Trying to court fame
But just remember
Before you go on this bender
You loose some, or you may lose more
Posted in Simply Poetry
“The road to hell is paved with works-in-progress.”
—Philip Roth
Who am I?
They call me odd
They call me weird
I say: “off you sod”
I still won’t stop!
Writing, writing, writing
Hard at least trying
Fighting, fighting, fighting
My daily life be damned!
I may be odd
I may be weird
Maybe some day
I will get my pay
For dreaming the impossible
Is it really that unusual?
There may be some obstacles
But in the end, there may be applause
And then
I can call myself
The Writer
Posted in Simply Poetry
“Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.
― Leonard Cohen
What, is Poetry?
What, is poetry?
A bird singing in the trees
A child playing in the streets
A loved one being seen
What, is poetry?
Rain fall, on a summer’s day
A relative, who came to stay
A new kitten, hard at play
What, is poetry?
A new shiny handbag
A day of feeling sad
Good company, in your tiny flat
What, is poetry?
A shadow on the wall at night
A choice to leave from a fight
Someone’s whisper, of a word of kind
What, is poetry?
A fading memory, making you smile
An old song, making you want to jive
A co-worker, giving you a high five
What, is poetry?
A beautiful display, outside the window
A messy hair, where the wind blows
Success, when you finally learnt to sow
What, is poetry?
Simply life,
With a touch of strife
And whether you choose, to smile
Posted in Daily Photo
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong”
Winston Churchill
Solitary
One solitary flower
Still had the power
To grow
Against the odds
Between a rock
And the hard place
Posted in Daily Photo
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong”
Winston Churchill
Solitary
Sitting pretty
Feeling gritty
In the middle of the city
The tiny yellow flower
That could
Posted in Daily Photo
“Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong”
Winston Churchill
Solitary
A solitary sun
Lighting up the blue sky
A solitary tree
Growing in the back yard
A solitary leaf
Turning green
With the other solitary leaves
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“I’ve got it! I’ve got it! The pellet with the poison’s in the vessel with the pestle; the chalice from the palace has the brew that is true! Right?
– No! The pellet with the poison’s in the flagon with the dragon! The vessel with the pestle has the brew that is true!”
– The Court Jester
Out of Jest
Surely, you understood, it was said in jest
After all, this is, what I do best
You see, if I am feeling really depressed
Or even a little stressed
I get very much obsessed
And start writing in rhyme
You know, that thing you can buy a dozen a dime?
But last time I looked, it’s not a crime
And so what, because it makes me feel damned fine
Maybe you too, should try!
Posted in Daily Photo
“Sweet April showers do spring May flowers”
Thomas Tusser
Day in Spring
Secret Island
I am living
On a secret island
I just keep smiling
Thinking about
My tiny piece of land
No one can understand
Until they have landed
On this tiny
Place of sand
My land, my island
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