I’m not saying what you are,
A great green mop of fur.
Reflected vegetation?
I’m not sure what you are.
Troublesome alien,
Grass or reeds?
Still not sure what you are.
Pink and green,
Flower and leaf?
You are what you are..
A duster..
Who knows?
Tag: Poem
Let’s be Optimistic!
Oh let’s be Optimistic,
Let’s have a laugh
Let’s not see the real world
Let’s have a blast!
Who cares if the world burns,
If the Elephants are gone
Let’s all have a party,
I’ll bring my gun!
Now the world is hotter
I can leave my home.
Holiday so far away
Maybe go and roam.
The Antarctic is melting
Trees burnt down to the ground,
If we see a single leaf
Optimism and relief?
Think of the environment
Keep it safe, in peace.
When you’re hurt…
Everything feels grey.
Pain enfold you,
sucks you in
imobilises you..
The world is small
your house is a cocoon,
hiding your body from the world.
Turning your face from the sun,
learning not to want
not to care,
not to bother,
feeling sore
feeling fed up,
being annoyed by everything.
Not knowing how to escape,
mind tied down
like Gulliver
but unable to travel,
finding no way out
in a hole
deep
lost.
Have you opened the window again?
Ooh its cold in here?
Have you opened the window?
Again?
Well I wanted fresh air!
So go outside!
You are heating up the atmosphere…
It’s minus 5 out there..
That’s why you’re wearing your coat in the house?
And the heating is on full…
And the extra heaters are on…
Are you mad?
Is it any wonder I get annoyed?
Helibores are flowering
Helibores are flowering,
Snowdrops soon will bloom,
Then will follow crocuses
With the light of the moon.
Daffodils and Tulips, all in a row,
Then come the wind flowers,
Wood anemone,
Finally in sunshine
Bluebells, for to see….
Spring will alive
With flowers for you and me.
Staying up late
If it was summer
The dawn would be arriving,
If it was autumn
The sun would be up in a while
But winter fails the light
Sun stays abed
Darkness rules
And my mind
In need of peace
Stays awake
And I stay with it
Up late
Before it’s early. Tired
Dozing in a warm glow
of remembered sunsets.
Annamometer / weather station
Spinning cups in the wind
Gale force blowing across the land
Pressure dropping
Rain falling horizontal
Waves whipped into crazy foam
Crashing over coastal roads
Trees bending over fences
Birds cowering in hedges
Cold is the storm
Ready to snow?
Gales are unfriendly
Viscious and fearful
Great, gusting blow…..
Sitting in the dark.
Sitting in the dark,
knocked for six,
Feeling so sad,
so sad, so sad.
Never really met,
But deep inside I knew,
we would always be friends,
buddies, chums.
Artist, faithful, thoughtful,
always so kind.
Mother, aunt and wife,
carer for her family,
Matriarch and home maker,
gentle and kind.
Shocked by the news,
came out of the blue,
crying so much,
So sad, so bad.
So sad.
Farewell friend.
X
Twisted sunrise
Betelguse the star is shrinking.
Fainting they say.
On the shoulder of Orion,
it’s getting fainter.
Red Giant,
stellar wonder,
obese and middle aged?
Perhaps your sides are about to split.
Red Giants can’t stay inflated.
They use up all their fuel.
Puffed up and massive.
Suddenly they can pop like a balloon.
Not enough energy to push out,
the star will fall inwards,
then boom!
Bounce out…
In a million years or so?
You might be a Supernova!
Make a Betelguse nebula.
Then Orions shoulder will flower.
And we may see an exploding star.
The first in the Milky-way since 1604.
Edges
Edges.
See that line around your soul?
It holds you in
holds your heart
city of pottery,
towns of clay,
each kiln and bottle oven,
part of your blood supply.
Heart of Clay.
My Stoke.
Edged with gold,
signed underneath your body
giving the city soul.
Mallaband-Brown 