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Category: Poetry
Imagine learning, the art of falling.
The “ordinary” poem is not ordinary Beauty at all times lies in eye of the beholder Not everyone gives a hoot About the difficulties the poet finds themselves in But there is beauty in the hoot of the night owl. Poetry from The ManShed 13/10/19
A wind-chilled morning.
The cold forbidding wind Cut him to the core Difficult to see through streaming eyes He knows this stretch of beach Like the lines on the palms of his hands It holds no fears, yet he gives it full respect He hears the crashing of the sea Listens for the sound of birds in flight […]
Feel the need, then sow the seed.
One thing he taught himself through the years, never allow insecurity end in tears
Still, the moon stared.
It is an Autumn day, in Wexford
For whom the bell tolls
Awaiting tomorrow, hoping it turns out a better day For today was a dull dark day So uninspiring he failed to dress Lounged about in PJ’s all day long Not a whit of inspiration Crashed out on the bed, book in hand Discarded all that had been pre planned Watched as the clock crawled from […]
Ululate
Relentlessly, rain fell from a leaden sky Flooding the surrounds of window sills and entrance doors He was not one to share his feelings His contentment in a simple way Was to busy himself with knife in hand Slicing his plug tobacco and puffing his pipe The ruins of the church long emptied of its […]
Everyday a new knowledge day
No need for relaxants, antidepressants or such like pills Once you have something writerly to say In the words of Robert Frost “Voices through walls Carry meanings even when you can’t quite hear the words” Inspiration surrounds us, in the strangest of places can be found So we should listen attentively write down each thought […]
As the winds begin to rise
Tomorrow, birds will again sing, this storm will cease
Enjoy the now time
There will be days when a paper cut will be your biggest disaster
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