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Aries the Ram
Looking at you,
Head tilted.
Ready to charge you,
Run at you.
Butt you.
Start of April,
A constellation
Up in the sky
Aries the Ram
Force of nature.
Hard headed
April showers
Hit your head with hail.
Wind whips round
Like a Ram
Bashes you
Thumps you.
Weather and stars
Adventure and growth.
7% my battery is dying
7% my battery is drying up
6% and almost midnight
6% will I post in time
5% it’s 23.57 time is ebbing
4% it’s going
3% in the red zone.
2% last minute
1% categories
Help!
Ah, I forgot! We are now in British summer time I have another hour…..oops battery is gon… …… … . ..
Am I the only one who thinks we need a bit of peace? A bit of friendship between races and religions?
Peace
Give us peace
Give us love
Share gentleness
Fairness
Harmony,
Happiness,
Equality.
Don’t fight and worry
Don’t be angry
Turn the other cheek
Be at Peace.
Life is too short
To be at war.
The world is full of words
Talk is cheap
Grey green gold gossip
Muddy, murky muttering
Sharp staccato shouting.
Pink pretty pouting purring,
Cracked cramped cackles.
Light lilting, laughing lullabies…
Singing or sonorous sound scapes
Violent verbosity
Quiet qualities of queen’s English.
Extravagant evangelising.
Whispered wailing.
Yes words are cheap and cheerful or cheerless.
I phoned you
You didn’t answer
I phoned you
I left a message.
I rang you
There was no answer
I tried and tried
Unknown number
I rang again
There is no service for this number.
No whisper, no sound
No contact
No sign
No signal
Brrrrrrrrr…………. . ……….
Tidal waves of books,
Sloshing round my room,
Pouring down from bookcases
Dripping from tables,
Making a beach of pamphlets
Puddles of novels
A tide of documents.
I sit in a paper sailing boat
Atop an ocean of biography.
Littered with paperbacks
Swimming with pratchett turtles
and the old man of the sea.
I’m drowning in books,
Flooded by books
Waves crashing over my head.
Whirlpools of literature ……..
A friend just requested words ending in ‘age’ and I thought it could be an interesting thought poem…
Age?
Adage,
Phage
Macrophage
Page
Stage you are at or on?
Usage
Rage
Beverage, tea or coffee?
Haylage
Forage
Silage
Tonnage, now that’s heavy
Cage
Mage
Sage
Last ice age?
Cabbage
Carriage
Wage
But not gauge!
You arch the river
Cover the water
Stretch over the bend
Fly across your reflection.
Green trees,
Green grey surface,
Grey and yellow stones
Pale browns.
Your feet touch down in the stream
The curve of you bends over the water.
They travel across you
but don’t see your majesty.
For Sue Vincent’s #writephoto see here
Rift
Split
Crack
Stretch
Faulted
Expand
Cracking
Growing
Volcanic
Faultline
Tectonic
Widening
Stretching
Expansions
Plate tectonics
Growing wider
Fractured rocks
Land expanding
Never ending fire
The world splits in half…..
Don’t you know I love you?
Don’t you know I care about you?
It’s bleak out here
It’s cold and grey.
My heart is lost, broken, destroyed.
It hurts that you don’t care,
It hurts that you’ve gone away,
You are here in body but not in spirit,
You changed before my eyes
Your memory has glazed over
Milky white, foggy, out of focus
I can’t break in, I can’t get close
I still love you
Won’t you remember to love me too?
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