Entertainment
Slob
Channel
Flob
Snack
Snooze
Flop
Repeat back up to top
Mess room
A sea of high vis jackets
All holding cups of tea
Men sat in the mess room
Escape eternity
Aged from life of shift work
Many years to go
Before that golden nest egg
Thats waiting as you slow
You chatter about the weather
Bones warming in the glow
Filling up the bellies
Middle age has shown
Providing for their families
Repeat on with the show
All these unsung hero’s
Onwards you must go.
Bystander
Cobbled floor worn smooth stone
Tombs and shrines resting home
Listening walls ancient past
Crafted coloured looking glass
Gold parade robes embroidered
Carpentry chiseled at every sight
Calligraphy bound ornate delight
Sacred scrolls dust laiden shelves
Paths contemporary shall emerge
New secrets, stories rise give birth
Choir hymn of pure delight
Filled with void tourist pluming
Minds need winding
Clocks to chime
Flowers blooming
Dawn delight
Hermit pilgrim forgotten plight
Spires ascend to starry night.
Mind
Hello you reading me
Personally writing personal
Alas I’m weary and objectival
Scared in bounds of failure
No context for behaviour
Just out there on a whim
Outer circle pushing in
Never quite accomplished
My mind is wordpress published
Whether you admire or ignore
Writing for enjoyment is implored.
Candle
Wax pattern fall burning wick
Elaborately simple candle stick
Hygge at ready comfy chair
Aroma fills relaxing lair
Warming ember fill the heart
Scenting room upon the hearth
Creative mind let’s retire
To candle burning crackle fire.
Crossroads part 1
Something lurking roadside edge
Black figure rising creeping high
Direct focus muscular thigh
Devil dog has caught my eye
On hallows eve a sign to die
Bounds on past in front of me
Hairs on neck have fallen flee
Maybe meant for someone else
Our paths have crossed next on shelf
A sign of warning forgotten plight
Devil errands breadth of night
Chilled to bone home make haste
Horror judged by common taste
Never forget devil’s plea
Stopped in path stared to meet
Forgotten for now
He’s coming for me….
Breadline
Scrap of bread
Scallop sea
Concrete block
Lush greenery
Family strain
On empty grain
Tired eyes
Body frail
Work at dawn
Yet no avail
Earth divided
Spinning yarn
Stretched directions
Pulled apart.
Marsh
Marsh reeds sway on high
Endless mist
Rolling sea
Light fading
Water wading
Fresh on the skin
Waterdroplet
Warbler
Tree root unearth
Soil back to birth.
poetlouise 