Words don’t you just love them? These inescapable creatures Everyday tempters Intelligibility, they have it in spades Unavoidable once you wake Undoubtedly they never sleep They are there in your dreams In your screams. They have no problem with repetition Thrive on hyperbole. O’re yon high eastward hill Housed in his hamlet he’ll write words […]
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Needle in a haystack.
Needle in a haystack. This viral epidemic consuming the world Seeking out a cure appears a long way off? Conflicting reports on how to cope Leads one to wonder, is there any hope Yet we as people will survive It’s in our DNA to stay alive. The saying “man mind thyself, woman do likewise” Now […]
Acrostic Poem.
Acrostic poem. Language. Learning to write #Acrosticpoetry, you must Never say never. Gather your thoughts Unravel them Allow yourself make errors, do not chastise Go for a walk in your mind and remember always Every cloud has a silver lining. © Chris Black 9th March 2020 Poetry from The Man Shed ~The Poets Poet~
Ode to a sling.
Ode to a sling. Last Thursday he had shoulder surgery To assist his recovery he was fitted with a sling Secured around the waist and across the shoulder Now his right arm being out of commission leaves him Struggling to come to terms with learning to be ambidextrous Mighty difficult it must be said Tapping […]
Corona virus
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 […]
The colour of beauty.
From the vacant sky Spring rainfall The sound of scampering mice Both played their music On the corrugated roof. While a north-westerly Whistled tunes through rusted keyholes. At its invisible end The wind blew melodically in the forest. Withered, all withered The pillow of cuttings Crunched beneath our feet. Poetry from The Man Shed © […]
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 […]
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