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
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Limerick XXVII
The old man sat on the pier in a chair he had found 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 […]
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.
Unknowing
Ajar – the window lets in wind monotonous the sound Welcomed by the latch that breaks with questions that abound I look outside and see the sea tumultuous of form The tide will rise to my surprise before the heavy storm I check the glass – it rattles so – like an empty bottle whistling […]
Dread
He was sitting on the sofa watching football when she entered standing right beside him in a sundress and high heels She waved her wan goodbyes leaving just her own reflection – the reflection of a fetching woman in the bosom of his mind He sat there blankly staring at the nothingness beside him as […]
Haiku poetry XXVII
The shallow river flowed free of pain The willow tree lamented – The swallow carried hope upon migration
sensualism 