Missing You

Missing You 

Picture by www.emilianoponzi.com

Hugging your pillow, 

Ain't quite the same, 

As snuggling with you, 

And calling your name. 

Missing You!

Eating dinner solo, 

Munching the bone, 

Not chatting with you, 

Just being alone

. 

Missing You! 

Sitting watching drivel, 

Like we do, 

It seems to make sense, 

When its us two. 

Missing You !

Random thoughts that enter your head, 

Now it's just silence. 

No mumbling philosophy, 

The space is dead. 

Missing You !

So hurry home, 

Fill the space, 

Snuggle up tight, 

Make my heart race. 

Missing You !

Hugging my pillow 

Ain't quite the same,

Missing you 

Saying my name !

Missing you is what I do 

When it just me 

And not us two 

Missing you !

Submitted to dVerse Poets poetics whose theme was Missing you check out other submissions 

Winter Survival

Winter Survival 

Iced winds chill the atmosphere, 

Causing strife, worry and morbid fear, 

Cutting through to every fibre, 

No choice but to become a survivor! 

Plumage gone, deceased! 

As icy winds strengthen like some Maddening beast, 

Cutting through every fibre, 

Only choice to be strong, become a survivor!

Warmer winds and sun that shines, 

Will return in its time, 

 Warming through to every fibre, 

Proving to one and all,... WE are survivors!

Picture by Sueann check out her site for more fab pictures. 

Turn Back Time

Turn Back Time 

If I step back in time 

Way way back before my prime 

When the world was all mine 

Tiny, insular and undefined, 

My wild, unbridled imagination 

Turned even the norm into wonder and fascination, 

Autumnal stripped trees who were once wooded glades 

Suddenly turned to a landscape where aliens had to invade,

Those knotted roots that tripped and trapped, 

Made especially so them critters could watch how we'd adapt, 

Candy striped deck chairs upturned onto a lawn, 

Became my secret hideaway into many a dawn, 

Cars with bright lights, whizzing past, 

Were huge monster guzzling the landscape after a fast, 

Those tiny sparkling stars in the sky

Were angels watching me with their beady eyes, 

Gloomy graveyards with the resting dead 

Were definitely  places were all vampires fed, 

And those churches that loomed into the sky 

Were their dens where they practise to fly, 

My imagination is now in decline

I'm now way way past that sweet childhood time 

My world is here, now! and totally defined, 

Oh if we could just turn back time !

Submitted to : dVerse Poets Poetics  where fab poets create and share check it out !!!!

Another Rainy Day

Another Rainy Day 

Another dismal, sleepy, stirring

To melancholy drops cascading,

Through the depressing morning curtain call,

The beating of my heart matching the rhythmic beat

Of those relentless drops,

Hope in my heart diminished,

By negative ions bombarding the atmosphere,

Rain be banished ! 

Allow the rays through, 

A glimpse, a hope to survive, 

Let my heart feel light. 

Lift my spirits, 

Energise, let me feel a rebirth,

The seasons are out of kilter 

My being feels splintered 

Out of sorts! 

Let The sun shine !!!!!

Street Art By Banksy

Written and submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics for the prompt of weather 

Flags of Violation

Flags Of Violation

Banksy

Another flag another country

All hand made, traditionally, 

Stitched and stitching,

Belly aching, skin itching, 

 Knees skimmed bruised and blue, 

Fingers bleeding red, till bones show through,

Work, work till face is ashen and white, 

Pennies collected so cool for another night, 

Red, White and blue. 

Another celebration, different colours, different flags

Just another penny for tiny girls and lads, 

Over waters and over seas, 

Kids working for mere pennies, 

As we party in celebrations, 

Waving Flags of human violations!

Red, White and Blue !

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics where the prompt was work 

Innocence Lost

Innocence Lost

Solous And Maser Irish Street Artists 

What's happened to childhood today 

Where did it go to?

Its been taken  away, 

Little men and Ladies, 

Seeing things they ought not to see 

Innocence robbed 

In our quest for technology,

 Visual delights constantly

 Bombards them 

Without their consent 

Music booms loudly

 Without any real intent,

Yet into virgin minds 

It drips and slips

drip, drip, 

dripping, 

Innocence suffocating  

Till childhood is all stripped. 

Innocence protected

Should be a directive, 

Little princes and princesses 

Should be adored and safe 

Without adult worries, habits and stresses! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night Where poets create and share check out fab poets there !

Balancing The Impossible

Balancing The Impossible 

Good,evil, wrong or right 

Are they bad if it's not within sight ?

Cultural and social traditions,  

Black magic, old suspicions, 

Arranged marriages of submission,

Same sexes needing permissions.

Life existing in a deathly stance, 

Yet murders committed in a glance,

Those left, feeling devastated and bereft, 

There is no understanding of the human theft,

Created in the name of a god or idol,

Those Fierce fanatics turning suicidal !

Good,evil, right or wrong

The world may one day, sing the same song 

Gather together in harmony as a loving clan, 

Restore understanding, hope, a balance,

A united front, a global Yin Yang.  

  

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics whose theme was Poetry and Philosophy

Mirror Mirror In The Hall

Mirror Mirror In The Hall

Salvador Dali  

That mirror in every ones hall,

Has seen life, seen it all,

Everybody who's passed its way,

Their reflection caught and absorbed away,

Faces contorted with pained fear,

As life changing events charge ever near,

Tears checked within it's light,

Smudges cleared until faces look just right,

Rampant curls teased to behave,

Beards diminished while men shave,

Every occasion and every day

The mirror has witnessed mixed bouquets,

Of tears, joys, the men, the boys

Kids, wives, mothers, lovers

All.the families significant others,

So every mirror could tell a tale

Release families secrets, remove the veil,

So mirror, mirror in the hall, 

Stay inanimate never reveal all !

Submitted to :dVerse Poets Open Link Night where poets create and share ! 

Ice Baby

Ice Baby 

"Ice Baby" he chimed 

With those sparkling diamonds tinkling in time, 

Their regimented shapes clattered against metal, 

Silenced only once the bucket is settled,

Cool cubes of refreshing zing, 

Chilling all with their translucent bling, 

Plink, plink into the juice 

Drink,drink before their vamoossed,   

Slowly oozing  back to their origin, 

Liquefying becoming unfrozen, 

 Objects of perfection, 

Gone without solid detection, 

Ice baby, Ice !

Submitted to :dVerse Poets Poetics  whose theme was object  

Cutting Words

Cutting Words 

Vladimir Kush

Together we'd once dance

Words would tease and prance, 

Sweet around your lips 

As we coiled and embraced, 

Touching and caressing with finger tips, 

Sweet honeyed words were spoken, 

Genuine, full of promises and emotion, 

Words composed from the heart, 

Of  a heaven together, our start !

Now we seem poles apart, 

Your words hurt, cut, 

Straight to the heart 

Chopping and dissecting, 

Our life, it's direction, 

Your vocal pen loaded with venom,

 The only words written now are for loves requiem!

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics whose theme is layers 

Mice And Men

Mice And Men 

Photo In New York Times Jan 23rd 2012

We the mice run around play nice,
Sniffing out a living
Scurrying about, forever giving,
To them the men who tax us again and again,
They who can't lose,
Even when they've been accused
Of
 Lying and cheating,
Squandering
Our resources,
Which then forces us
To limit our heating,
Change our habits in eating,
Move our location
Affecting our nation !

We the mice care for our young,
Nurturing and feeding,
Limiting our breeding,
While them the men receive big bungs,
FOR
 Lying, deceiving,
To brainwash us into believing ,
 Their excuses and lies,
We should give them our vote,
Cause more strife, raise human anxiety,
  As they further bankrupt and demote, 
Our Society ! 

Submitted to Gooseberry Goes Poetic  whose prompt was to pick a headline from the New York Times

Submitted to dVerse Poets Open Link Night where poets share 

Monkey Business

Monkey Business 

Those in charge   

Of the public at large 

In their tailored suits, 

From old Etonian roots, 

Armed with supposed scruples, 

Yet grand masters of dodgy loopholes!

Sit en mass 

Acting totally crass,

In a building oozing history,

Where they decide on our society, 

 To them different to upper class a mystery,   

So they make the rules,

 For us the fools!

Who believe their talk

Alas just like chalk, 

It becomes erased, 

 Resulting in dire days! 

No, not for them! 

We can't call them men,

They don't live our plight, 

Cos they're al right, 

In their pied a terres,

They dine and live sans care,  

Weekends spent in country mansions, 

On enhanced pay and  massive pensions,

So shouldn't we replace 

These evolved men with a different race, 

Go back to base! 

Forgo for a while the rat race, 

Take their blinkers off !

Ignore they're toffs, 

Strip them bare, 

Put them out there, 

With us, The masses, 

Smash their rose tinted glasses, 

Restore empathy to our country

While we re-educate our political Monkeys

Natures Revenge

Natures Revenge  

Man asked nature 

"What have you done to me 

Mortified my body and turned me into a tree" 

Mother nature answered in her defense, 

Clogging my planet with acidic, Carboniferous, filthy, spew, 

As the planet's mother, what else could I do?

now you can feel the effects of your carelessness 

See all the suffering your greed has caused, all the duress!" 

But man asked Mother Nature "what shall I consume?" 

Mother Nature replied 

with a sigh 

"You my dear will soon become a broom!"  

Submitted to :dVerse Poets Poetics  call and response theme hosted by Claudia 

It's All Relative

It's All Relative 

Street art by Vango Situated In Kilarney Ireland

If Einstein had lived today ,
Could if affect how we live, work and play? 
Would Albert  Einstein felt empowered ,
Or would he have spent hours and hours
Just  surfing and Googling on the internet !
Would he have wasted his capabilities ?
So never discovering the theory of relativity.
Instead maybe he'd have a blog,
Tweeting for hours with caffeine to slog ! 

What would have happened to poor old Einstein
If Cern had existed in his time ?
Those clever bespectacled boffins
Really would have caused him chagrin,
 Finding particles seemingly faster than the speed of light,
Which those boffins keep testing, to check its right
The little blighters that they found
Has stunned the world confused and confounded
 The pesky particles they call neutrinos,
Would surely have driven poor Einstein to vino !

If Albert had been alive today
Not made his scientific in roads, in his way,
Would cyberspace still have been a possibility,
Or is it all just a question of relativity ?

 Submitted to :dVerse Poets for their Open Link Night where poets share 

Train of Thought

Train Of Thought 

Overcrowded Train 

Chit,.. chat,.. chit... chat. 

Wheels of life moving, 

Staying on track 

Chit ,chat, chit ,chat.  

Chug chug chugging, 

Tracks of society, 

Over rule natures priority 

Chug chug chugging

Ra di Boom Ra di Boom

Humanity coming of  the rails, 

Morality sinking, filling up jails 

Ra di Boom Ra di Boom 

Ding ding ding a dong 

Journey almost ended 

Natures poorly tended 

Ding ding ding a dong 

Screech screech halt, 

Devastation is our fault

Reverse the trend, 

Or its journeys end 

Screech .......screech...... HALT !

 Submitted for : dVerse Poetics  where poets share their creativity plenty more to explore 

Space Cleaner

Space Cleaner 

Belgium Street Art 

Is it gonna take a space warrior ? 

To clean up our bricked corridors 

To rid society of all its spills, 

Of  media garbage,and governments bitter pills,

Of societies that consume and consumes. 

Turning our world into a ineffective sickroom .

Is it going to take Darth Vadar ,

To take the bugs from our mental radars, 

Should we be left without any immunity ?

Cleanse society, but destroy humanity, 

We'll have to take control of the filter, 

 The world then will remain on kilter.

Submitted to : dVersepoets  for Open link night in the Poets Pub 

Zen Fountains

In memory of all victims of 9/11 and for those who have lost their lives since trying to protect our freedom 

Zen Fountains 

Concrete mountains.

replaced by fountains

Soothing Zen like trickling noise

Unable to drown out memories

Of terrorist attacks from other countries  

Concrete mountains,

Replaced by fountains

Unable to ease away the pain

Felt by relative of victims

Whose lives were erased by planes.

Concrete mountains

Replaced by fountains

Soothing Zen like noise

Wars still rage in this age,

Lives still lost by Soilder boys.

Concrete mountains still remain,

Are zen like fountains all in vain ?

 Submitted to :Dverse Poets Poetics  for the theme of  In Memoriam

Silence Is Golden

Silence Is Golden

Charlie Chaplin In The Kid


In times of Old
Movies were entertainment gold,
No sound or special effects
Filmed only in a two
Dimensional aspect.

In black and white
Life was only wrong or right
No grey or in between
What you got,
Is what could be seen.

No politically correct rules
Actors could play the fool
With waifs and strays
No interfering busy bodies,
 To allay

Those old silent movies,
Still have a hold on us, that is kind of groovy.
The actors have become iconic,
The  movies minus vocals,
Subtle, yet ironic.

Actions still speak louder than words ! 

Submitted to dVerse Poets Poetics On the theme of Silent Films

Not A Purple People Eater ( Childs Lit )

This was  a fun challenge for In Tandem where the Picture was the prompt 

Not a Purple People Eater 

I'm not a purple people eater, 

My diet is much ,much cheaper, 

I'm a creature that lurks in your mind,

Just colour the purple within the lines, 

Take chalk, crayons or what ever you wish. 

All thoughts of horrid monsters will be banished, 

You can hang me on your wall,

Where I'll protect you from all things creepy, 

Until your eyes gently close,

 Then you'll feel safe

 and 

Very 

Very

 Sleepy !

Also Submitted to dVerse Poetics Poetics a great site for poets to share and submit their work.

The Protection Of Peace

Banksy

 The Protection Of Peace

On hard, concrete, grey, lifeless, stone, 

Gently and delicately,

Created, a dove alone 

A messenger of love and peace, 

A padded jacket  protecting her feathery fleece. 

People walking on hard macadam, 

May  

wonder why ?

Peace is no longer our Madame ?

A gentle woman that'd caress 

Nurse humanity, through its stresses, 

Who would no longer have to be swathed 

In a jacket for protection

For humanity she would bathe,

Lovingly, with care 

She'd teach us not to fight and stare,

She'd sponge our souls in peace 

So wars, prejudice and hate 

Would stop! 

Cease! 

Submitted to dVerse poetics On the theme of texture