love works hard for its toil
and any time off in lieu
love plays hard
just so it can soak up the view
Tag: poetry
Make Your Bed – Written Monday 25th January 2021 (Aged 45)
i saw you,
ask me to step right in
tempt me,
with escapism and home brewed sin
Maybe I Have Tried to Shine Too Brightly- Written Monday 25th January 2021 (Aged 45)
it is survival
not to shine
and swing by wire
on mystifying rhyme
Is It Too Much to Ask? – Written Monday 18th January 2021 (Aged 45)
but what if –
their parents do not –
build love –
out of the building blocks –
they had
Behave like Deluded Sheep – Written Monday 18th January 2021 (Aged 45)
and despite –
been the bastions of freedom
and the lords of free speech
they are happiest,
when they are behaving like sheep
Isn’t That Wonderful – Written January 2021 (Aged 45)
Isn’t That Wonderful the failure of capitalism is absolute and painfully clear the evidence is overwhelming and inequality all too … More
All These Days in a Cookie Jar – Written Monday 18th January 2021 (Aged 45)
what if,
i would like to collapse
or withdraw –
from the weightlifting competition
This is a Myth – Written Monday 18th January 2021 (Aged 45)
more like a substance
with the texture of rope
foundations,
not anchored so deep
barely into the top part
of waif like hope
The Right Wing Poison – Written Wednesday 13th January 2021 (Aged 45)
you have been asked –
to think about –
someone else –
not yourself –
so you reach for your flag
and the guns on the shelf
Elites Have All the Wealth – Written Monday 11th January 2021 (Aged 45)
they turn to capitalists –
both real and imagined for their answers
but no questions are examined
