Acrostic poem. (c|) Chris Black 3rd March 2020 Poetry from The Man Shed ~The Poet’s Poet~ Could this be what brings the world togetherness? Only time will tell Regular updates Opens the mind to the severity Not everyone will take heed Although most will adhere Very difficult to get everyone to obey directions If of […]
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Time out.
From a distance she caught my eye Knitted poncho, shoulder length blonde hair. People watch, why do we do it? Just in case, well just in case. Placed next to my large Americano My unopened copy of Tall Tales and wee stories Most people enjoy their own company. At the adjacent table, a lunch briefing […]
The only way is up.
We step inside, it’s automated Long time since the likes were gated Though they do still exist No lift attendant – the good old days? Doors closing the Lady says Going up she speaks once more A number of stops before the top floor Peering out through the glass cage High, high, above the crowds […]
#Acrostic Poem.
So Today’s the day. Verily I say to you Allow yourself get Lost in the Excitement of the day No one deserves to be left alone on This day of days It’s not too late to buy those Rose’s Never too late to bond Express those feelings hug, embrace, kiss Show affection (not just today […]
In hushed tones he wrote.
In hushed tones he wrote Let today be productive Allow the writing be constructive. Write all thoughts down Don’t just converse. Writing couplets, is not like pulling teeth Think razor sharp mind. 10am: coffee brewed Beethoven on the turntable. Viewed through the window pane Softly, snowflakes tumble from the heavens. Ravens quarrel over scraps A […]
Haiku
Beneath the heavens The hills dressed in coloured earth Covered in white fleece Poetry from The Man Shed 11/02/2020 (c) Chris Black ~The Poet’s Poet~
Catastrophic occurrence.
Catastrophic occurrence At the top of the hill close to home The dog, doing as dogs do When a cat suddenly appears from undergrowth Made a surge forward Breaking lose Meaning no offence of course Went in search of this feline Leaving master floundering in his wake. In vain calling man’s best friend, to no […]
Nature’s garden.
In nature’s garden The woods’ excitement for our spring visit Echoes as we sing a cheery song Leaves no longer shaded out Rustle rushes through the trees Sound of a brook, water cold as spring We cup our hands taste and feel its freshness Looking away into the distance Far off, the end of the […]
Gone, not forgotten.
Standing in the graveyard
While a bat explores.
He leans on his elbow, thinks. A pair of owls coo. Sitting in his swing chair Late into this winter’s night Clear star lit sky Full moon Hanging by an invisible thread Contemplating. Silence of the night Willing him to write. Night wind, soothing. His thoughts fall on those departed Those apart Forever joined For […]
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