He sits looking out the window Night has fallen in his house of words Mercury dropping, taste of hot whisky awaits Soon it will be zero hour, brightness awaits He huddles beside burning embers Windows and doors shuttered against all weathers Bolted tight against the thief Yet the threat of entry remains Daybreak will see […]
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Silent hours of love.
Silent hours of love. Such sights the ancient poet dreams Dreams of pomp and ceremony Revellers dressed in colours multitude Others chanting immoral poetic verse Then this melting voice A calmness to proceedings brings Delights the brood then in haste she leaves. [Sober, steadfast and demure] She leans across kisses him tenderly Startled, he awoke […]
From a child we adults must learn.
From a child we adults must learn Down he lay hands and feet scrambling Surrounded by the essence of merriment A new beginning for many Who tomorrow will arise and go about their business For him in his mind – no such prospect The Baby born in the manger Had at least comfort and a […]
An acrostic thought for January 2020
An acrostic thought for January 2020 Jettisoned into a new decade Allow time to contemplate on New Year’s resolutions U-turns where they are concerned As you are aware, common practice Remember, render onto Caesar what is Caesars You will then have cleared the first hurdle and set yourself a pattern. Poetry from The Man Shed […]
Never, just another year.
Drawing to its close, this road winds onwards and upwards Journeys, for some at least are easier now as heretofore Each step we take though is made worthwhile By those we encounter on our travails We keep them alive in our memory Are thankful for their presence As this decade draws to a close This […]
His writing room
Filled with silent companions Yet they speak volumes Words their sheer mass Overwhelming to some? Ink blots on a page Make every word intelligible Staring through closed eyelids Imagining the end product Overwhelming to some? Words, their sheer mass Walking straight lines or raggedy paths From whosever pen Overwhelming to some? As a matter of […]
Haiku
A dark winters day Feeling the pangs of old age Pierce him like a knife Poetry from The Man Shed 19/12/19
One day at a time.
Those family portraits on the wall above her bed She looks longingly at them, nothing is said Peeling back the eiderdown, lies down to rest her head Soon they’ll be around, this fills her with some kind of dread Pampering time they call it She would tell you in silent whispers – she thinks it’s […]
Writing is great therapy.
Writing is great therapy May not be for everybody Sitting down with the challenge of an empty page- Once the first word is laid down, continue stage by stage Not always having a ready topic Does not faze him anymore, nor fill him with dreaded fear It may not turn out to be a masterpiece, […]
Poem by Chikako.
Long since clouded over, This heart of mine has now cleared up Of its own accord- It is good to gaze continuously Until one has absorbed the moon. Poetry from The Man Shed 13/12/19
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