Happy Xmas,my man Sam Here is bread and here is jam Let us lie down in this ditch Just be mine,I am bewitched The dry leaves crackle as we move Or is it Satan with his hooves? You kisses sweet fall down like rain Your arms are warm ,hug me again I like your odour, honeybun I give my heart to you again But now the sun has gone down low To our cottages we go Our secret love, our love so grand Keeps us fit, for life’s demands Find yourself in someone’s arms While you’re alive, love is a charm
I went to vote, the queue ran down the street Strange to see the British change their ways None were holding phones nor were there bleeps Eager faces, animation sweet Well as it’s free we do not have to pay I went to vote, the queue ran down the street The staff were kind, the voters were no sheep They did not need a shepherd for this Play None were holding phones nor were there bleeps The politicians crippled by conceit Put fake websites on the net today I went to vote, the queue ran up the street I am curious but I feel alright The stupidity of gossip is made clear No-one made a video of my seat I did not queue, a cripple may shed tears All I have is sight loss and red ears
I went to vote, the queue stood with no light Smiling, patient people black and white
Poetry can be just clever playing with words.. or not so clever! But true poetry stems from living and feeling then writing with feeling Feeling itself is not enough for poetry. The poet needs to transmute the feeling, using their craft into something that contains and retains the feelings and passes the result on to readers. Being able to play with words is useful, but not sufficient.Maybe that has to be impregnated with feeling?
Gently dancing in the sun Wildflowers grow; they bloom, are gone. With no thoughts,they have no cares; Yet their lives are gentle prayers. May I walk in such a way That I am alive to this day. So I see with widening view, And joy and sorrows embrace too. Then my time will come like yours… And of us nothing shall endure. As to the earth our bodies go, All are one;it shall be so