we live in a world
where the shepherds rule
because,
they herd the sheep
who doff their caps
to the shepherds
Tag: poetry
Workshop – Written March 2020 (Aged 45)
i am in a workshop
using tools
to sharpen my edges
because kindness
and softness was not enough
Inner Self – Written March 2020 (Aged 45)
the inner self
would like to be deregulated
when it,
comes to emotions
it would like to take hope
and see it segregated
Who Is The Real Snowflake Generation? – Written Wednesday 4th March 2020
who is the real snowflake generation?
the young people,
embracing diversity and change
or the older generation,
who want to fight a war once again
They Weaponise Our Language – Written Tuesday 3rd March 2020 (Aged 45)
too careless to care
they have weaponised words to use
they fired off those phrases
and in the crossfire people are caught
Her Eyes Are Full of Confessions – Written Friday 28th February 2020 (Aged 45)
her eyes
are full of confessions
and they reflect
some untidy life lessons
Find Me Some Sleep – Written Friday 28th February 2020 (aged 45)
and i feel my sleep
chasing more sleep
following its tired feet
when will the let up no longer be for let
when will exhaustion
be so exhausted it will just forget
Tumble Dry My Hope – Written Thursday 27th February 2020 (Aged 45)
i feel washed out
tumble dry my hope
washing machine,
be my dreams
Every Bit of News – Written Monday 24th February 2020 (Aged 44)
i am the outside
with inside moss
i am the gradual incline
with its sudden loss
I Just Wanted to Be Your Boy – Written February 2020 (Aged 44)
but you had him
and i did not know what to do with them
you were infectious
i was shy and coy
and all i wanted, was to be your boy
