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 […]
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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
Amen.
He concluded his poem To a chorus of angels ringing his ears Today all was good with the world. (c) Poetry from The ManShed. 10/8/19
Haiku
Midnight bell chimed Bedroom door creaked eerily There was no one there (c)Poetry From The ManShed 05/08/19
Vinyl virtuoso.
He is an audiophile, a gatherer of solid gold sounds A lover of all things vinyl Enjoys also the hiss of a cassette tape Still owns a walkman Bluetooth and Spotify are alien words to him Does he want to grow up Be dominated by Alexa and Siri Never. (c) Poetry From TheManShed 04/08/19
Haiku
Within these few words Hesitating a moment He’ll write a Haiku Poetry from TheManShed 03/08/19
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