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 

Grandads Knee

Grandads Knee

My granddaddy always said to me 

You wait until your thirty three 

You'll have some little'uns of your own

Your little princess or prince will sit upon this throne, 

This throne that's reserved just for you

Till childhood fairyland bids adieu.                                                      

So upon his knee I'd clumsily scramble,

Listening to his stories and rambles, 

His stories were off  far of lands, 

Of fairy queens, her kingdom and commands, 

The only wish he had for me 

Was I be as happy as happy as I could be.

On his throne that was his knee,

My childhood was like a fantasy, 

No seat ever has replaced that spot

That I'd climb upon as a tiny, tiny, tot 

Perhaps if grandaddies knees  were the law 

I'd still see my fantasy lands of wonder and awe 

 

 Submitted to : Jingle Poetry

Tis The Season To Decorate

Tis The Season to Decorate 

Decorate the world, 

with russet leaves 

that swirl in a colder breeze, 

Jump in a mound of crispy vegetation 

that carpets our nation. 

Decorate the night, 

crisp, cold, starry, ones 

 and burning, woody fires, 

Huddle round its flames, 

See in your mind eye what transpires 

Decor is all around 

Colours all to be found 

In our autumnal spell,

before our winter 

and the peek of the first bluebell. 

Submitted to :In Tandem whose picture was the prompt 

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

The Lament

The Lament 
A very short story

Art at google.com


Each night she stood reminiscing that final farewell,in her memory the mighty ship stole away her beau. Beneath her,course grains scratched at the soles of her feet yet in her mind tortured thoughts of all those 'what ifs' rattled constantly in her head, As the ship had sailed away she swore she saw angels perched upon the mast, this reassured her their love would forever last, and it had, it was an everlasting love that would last longer than she .She caressed the soft mound forming under the dress she had made for the day of their church union, but he had left his seed within her and though they were parted they would meet again in heaven till then she would nurture and love there child away from the sea, away from the lure of her lovers last mistress and with this thought she threw her bouquet to her watery rival and never again looked back . 

Submitted to Gooseberry Garden
Submitted to Bluebell Short  Story Slam wk 9

Dreams For Sale

Dreams for Sale 

If dreams were sold, 

What stories would be told ? 

A bedraggled street urchin 

Dining at the Ritz for Luncheon?

If dreams were sold, 

What transgressions could unfold ?

A remedy to untruths and lies,

Even truth in politics made to apply !

If dreams could be sold 

What could we do with unlimited gold ?

Destroy our moral being, 

See all of humanity fleeing ! 

If dreams could be sold, 

What would happen to all the old ? 

Driven to maintain our looks and youth,

Or would indifference become our truth ? 

If I could buy a dream,

It would be to mend humanities seams,

Let all suffering and fighting cease, 

Bring about moral and spiritual peace. 

Dreams should be our reality 

When it comes to societies humanity. 

Freedom and peace should be a given!

Until this end we as a race should all be driven!  

Freedom, Peace and good health, 

Should not depend on monetary wealth

The whole mixture of mankind 

Should ensure this elixir is assigned 

To The World !

This photograph was taken by Amy Shepherd In Southville Bristol UK the artist though is unknown