Feel the strain, when thought gets dry in the brain To the outsider quite difficult to explain when trying to compose a quatrain Try to get the mind in motion without causing to much commotion Only the person with pen in hand will win the battle, write as planned. Taking ones foot off the throttle […]
Category: Poetry
Going in search of purer language
Today he will make his way to pastures new Borrow from words which he has already written. Unquestionably? Don’t we all follow this path Once by this writing bug we are bitten. We owe it to words to give them their due He’ll do this until he draws his last breath. Words which are gentle, […]
He thought
Retreating to breathe It is better to be erratic than static Walking towards the window Breathing in the sweet air of morning Feeling the pain of another day Which was instantly erased Once he had something to say Shaping forms, strengthened and fed by words He nodded gently, he had salvaged words Composed a poem, […]
It’s so far away
Each evening come the sunset hour We sit and put the world to right Enthralled we watch its beauty As it’s slowly poured into a crystal glass The lounger always feels more comfortable Far removed from that office chair The sound of chatter, echoing from tree tops bird song Then the peace and quiet which […]
Sitting comfortably
With all his ducks in a row Planting alphabet seeds Guaranteed poems would grow The writing process for him Takes many different routes. (c)Poetry from The ManShed 19/08/19
Life could be a lot more complicated.
Today, every joint aches, they’re giving him jip From head to in grown toenail but mostly hip What profound use are those little white pills They are only dulling, they are curing no ills Yet he persists, every four hours take two He’ll continue this action until he’s blue in the face A hot whiskey […]
Tobacco pouch.
Opening the jaded tobacco pouch with care Nothing changes that stays the same Sitting at his desk of polished mahogany He allowed the aroma of aged tobacco permeate the room A relic of times long past Allowing his fingers follow the contours of the pouch For an instant he became his father. (c)Poetry from The […]
Haiku
Heard but not seen, birds In the dark dull rainy dawn Greeting a new day (c)Poetry from The ManShed 14/8/19
Haiku
Beneath noonday sun Cattle laze chewing their cud Irritating flies (c) Poetry from The ManShed 13/8/19
Haiku
Hark, the ground echoes Haiku happen all the time Livelihood and life (c) Poetry from The ManShed 11/8/19
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