It started with some wine gums Followed by rum and butter cake Washed down by apple cider They told me the hair of a dog Is the proper cure for a hangover So off I went and purchased a St. Bernard. (c)Poetry from The ManShed 11/09/19
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Experiencing nature
Sitting in our car in a near vacant car park Waiting to set off on our forest preamble Rain whispering endlessly among the trees The eerie rustling not at all frightening All food for the heart of the poet Absence of sunlight secondary “The squat pen rests on the open book” (Seamus Heaney – Digging) […]
There were no mobile phones in those days.
Before we’d climb the gate into the field Granddad would warn us – THE BULL Stand your ground, stare him down but do not stir The bull would turn, move slowly away The collie knew her place She would follow about ten paces behind The bull would be left alone in his meadow Which we […]
Destination “Boot Hill”
“This poem’s speaker removed from what he describes his feelings unattached” He stood leaning against the saloon door Black Stetson tilted to one side A wicked side glance stare Thumb of right hand firmly placed In a well supported brown leather holster His frame skeletal A rough grey/black beard not quite hiding a deep scar […]
Turning his eyes to the highest heavens
Communing with nature Its beauty, as he grows into old age Leaves but vague memories Resting on a stile, standing in a country lane Listening to silence Walking through meadows, dog at heel His youthful eyes now tired He lives on vague memories. Youth of today rush, rush, rush Suddenly they can no longer catch […]
There is grey in his hair
Sunrays breaking through feather light cloud Bouncing mirror like on the calm lake waters He lay chin in hand on a bed of rock admiring the view Purple heather, yellow gorse, multi colourd wild flower Peeping through green and sun bronzed wild grasses Soul electrified he celebrates the spirit of the countryside Away in the […]
We are wise old owls
On Gods spacious canvas, poetic thoughts he writes A wrinkled smile each morning Wills him from his pillow He pauses for breath Walks arm in arm with his forever lover Follows the sunlight from room to room The pattern of life becoming fragmented It’s going to be alright they assure each other. (c)Poetry from The […]
Wishing fond goodbyes
In spite of everything, the moon goes down, sun rises His timepiece stops, yet time moves on His phone now silent Does mans best friend know what the matter is? They gather around the silk lined home Why do they whisper? He is not listening? Downcast in a flood of remembrances they stand While his […]
A one line poem
At close of day they appear, a murder of crows. (c)Poetry from The ManShed 03/09/19
Continuously sowing the seed
Through the raindrops at dawn A pale shy sun peeps from behind moving clouds The shrouded landscape, an invitation to sit and write Write silently, speak aloud The perfect poem – if there is such a poem To be perfect, will harbour many takes Filled with exuberance Dwelling on the mystique he recalls, stories of […]
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