
Bare branches bend low
bowed by the weight of ripe fruit
bountiful Autumn
Bare branches bend low
bowed by the weight of ripe fruit
bountiful Autumn
Filed under Self compositions
Down below these planks of wood
cowers a girl who prays she could
break the bonds that hold her tight,
between each plank a chink of light
she above her head can clearly see
that holds the promise to be free,
though thoughts of death may still be near,
thus gently acting to salve her fear
although no matter how bad this may seem
when she awakes will find ‘‘twas just a dream.”
Filed under Self compositions
Focus on the king
but the queen holds the power
part of life’s great game
Filed under Self compositions
They consider it just another flight
while sirens wail, spotlights pierce the sky,
the aircrew know they will do or die.
Filed under Self compositions
We went down to the woods today and got a big surprise
looking up into the trees we could hardly believe our eyes
for on every branch on every tree
was hanging a piece of crockery
so it seemed we had to assume
that as this is a familiar tune
the teddy bears would be having a picnic.
Filed under Self compositions
Nature can survive
when given a little space
shared Earth and future
Filed under Self compositions
I knew it was too good to be true. With rising concern for the damage to the planet from fossil fuels I bit the bullet and bought my first electric car. Of course they had always seemed to me to be too expensive but this time it looked like a good deal. The batteries would be charged using solar power, basically free. Of course the downside, which the advertisers didn’t mention was, come sunset and the car is either safely tucked up in the garage or like me, patiently sitting at the side of the road till a new day comes.
Filed under Self compositions
The glow worm is a quite
small bug that goes out at night
he has a luminous bum
to invite females to come
and check out the eerie green light.
Filed under Factual, nature inspired, On the lines of romance, Self compositions
Sands in time cover
each new path through the desert
the winds of change blow.
Filed under Self compositions
It’s difficult to imagine a supposedly civilised nation, can, as far as we can tell, without provocation with shells and missiles seek to cow and bully a population of children and the elderly then suffer the frustration of being denied, despite overwhelming power, the elation that is felt by even the most deluded of dictators who believe that conquest is their vocation
Filed under Self compositions
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