I’ve taught my phone a lesson;
That I’m the one in charge
YOU can do it easily;
By not giving yours a charge!
Monthly Archives: May 2017
A Fundamental Truth
We knew it was to happen
Somewhere within a crowd
More terror visited uselessly
To try to make us cowed
The carnage and the mayhem
The tragic loss of life
This time a home-made IED
Last time a car and knife
What sort of mind can plan this
How mad must someone be
To be a bomb, a murderer
A lunatic running free
This cause cannot be justified
Though perhaps I waste my breath
There is no place in paradise
Secured through others’ death
Rejection
What blade can cut, as some sharp look
What fire scorch, like a heated word
What frost chill, more than an ungiven hug
No sound louder than love’s plea unheard
Fragments out of Context
Green flecked granite, now foot worn…
crying pitifully, tugging her torn…
condition, given its age, with few…
judges jailed the two…
rods are raised quickly, preventing…
dangerous posturing without thinking…
three egg whites beaten in…
on his cheek, near his chin.
The Write Words
Could I find a better way to say just what I mean?
I know I need the clearest words to set the ideal scene
Yet, for written words to state some fundamental truth
They must not fail immediately, because they are uncouth
But, like a thought that flashes by and cannot be recalled
Writers’ block denies my wants and literacy is stalled
Whilst others pen the perfect phrase, to capture and delight
I must sit with becalmed hands at my keyboard in the night
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