The promontory the valley road look past the sky to wings of steel
Haiku poetry XXIX
Author: sensualism
With my head in the sky and my wings in the air, I try to spend my spare time at the footy (AFL in Australia) Go Pies! – and valuable hours with family and friends. Otherwise I’ll have pen in hand and notebook at the ready for those insightful snippets that dream up a poem.
I contribute to Cosmofunnel where you’ll find a guided universe of poetry and art.
Haiku poetry XXVIII
In summer-time. from Cold a sniff of air refreshed The warmth retaining
The envy of mi sun
Oh leaf, oh leaf Become a bud That brings promise with ease Oh bud, oh bud Become a flower Yearned for, cherished, seen Flower, flower Blooming bright – Rest your head on mi Flower, flower – Wilting kite – Oh, mortality! Oh water mi Sweet angel Day after day goes by Oh water mi The … Continue reading The envy of mi sun
Limerick XXVIII
Journo Pete was about to turn forty When he lost his job and with it the glory He came close to the brink Downed his sorrow in drink And when he came to his face told the story
Limerick XXVII
The old man sat by the pier on the ground He sat there drinking all the year round One day with a grudge A stranger gave him a nudge And the old man fell in the water and drowned
Limerick XXVI
There once was a man they called Bates Who came to the movement a little too late The Commissar thought him a spy She gave no reason why And he was trudged off not knowing his fate
Limerick XXV
Misinformation - the word for the day We shake our heads in upset and dismay Like the Newspeak of old We believe nothing we’re told And They listen to nothing we say
Limerick XXIV
The Health Commissar said stay home or get ill Report signs of a dry cough, feeling tired or chills We must kill this thing Get a jab – it won’t sting If your brothers and sisters won’t thank you I will
Catching fire
At the ballot box I searched for choice So I could raise My silent voice I looked around It wasn’t heard Not a sound - Not a word They came within To cast their spell My story lost - I couldn’t tell For what I had Was hidden gold A dream to be - A … Continue reading Catching fire
Limerick XXIII
There once was a man they called Ted His State Leader made his face turn bright red He stayed home in dismay - He had so much to say But he was masked up and silenced instead.
