Promptly Poetry (Book) https://www.Writing.Com/main/books.php/item_id/2222258 Sorrow Sorrow hides behind a smile, keeps no account of bygone wrongs, takes no heed of present guile, finds its ease in sad sweet songs. Sorrow does not seek redress for rights restrained or payment lost, it bears with patience such excess and reckons not with hurt or cost. Sorrow sees with honest eyes this fallen world and all its pains, speaks not of blame and fault and lies, waits only for release of chains. Line count: 12 ...[Read Full Post] Sun, 02 Jul 2023 11:22:24 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1052013 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1052013 Bubble and Squeak The best thing with leftovers from Newcastle to Dover is named bubble and squeak, it fills yer tum and yer cheek. Mashed taters from dinner (it wonât make yer thinner) and boiled cabbage too, fried in a pan, then youâre thru. Whatever else you can find throw it in, you wonât mind, onions and carrots, all will avail, some (strangely) use kale. For breakfast thereâs no finer thing the frying bubbles, they do sing whil...[Read Full Post] Mon, 26 Jun 2023 09:14:19 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1051612 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1051612 [Image #2298074] Daisy Dear Daisy dear, what have you done? Now the night has hidden sun, wake you thus upon the darkness, so the witching hour to harness, breathe you deep of unknown magic, deaf to consequences tragic, release the poisoned pollen horde, into the chilly breeze itâs poured, smoky reds and billowing blues, these the colours that confuse, and drifting on musk-scented air, search the souls of creature...[Read Full Post] Thu, 02 Nov 2023 06:54:23 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1051327 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1051327 Thanksgiving This Gifted time Of words unfettered Teeming from my age old days Winter harvest unforeseen Such twilight shadows Guttering Life Life Guttering Such twilight shadows Winter harvest unforeseen Teeming from my age old days Of words unfettered Gifted time This Line count: 16 Form: Josephâs Star (syllables 1,3,5,7,7,5,3,1 centred) For Promptly Poetry Challenge, Week 49 Prompt: Write a poem in J...[Read Full Post] Mon, 12 Jun 2023 09:27:01 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1050970 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1050970 End of Innocence Lost now and gone forever, childhood is our Eden, slipped from careless fingers when reaching in desire for knowledge. Sweet memory stands at the gate, presenting slivers of nostalgia, wrapped like gifts in coloured paper, our dreams of yesteryear. Yet the way is barred, return forbidden, our feet locked into step as we follow the path we laid with choices. We cannot unlearn what we know. A new day dawns with hope, Li...[Read Full Post] Mon, 24 May 2021 12:01:24 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1010666 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1010666 A Moon Lampoon The man in the moon Came down too soon And asked the way to Norwich*; He went by the south And burnt his mouth By eating cold pease porridge.** I looked for the place Heâd come from space And found a great big ladder. It would make me proud To pierce the clouds But not would leave me sadder. For many a mile I climbed that stile To and through the clouds I went, And the stars drew near, The moon quite clear, But...[Read Full Post] Mon, 17 May 2021 11:57:06 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1010299 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1010299 Fruitses Fruitses are bruteses they slop on our faces, messy and loosish, they scrunches to juices. Lemons be sour they makes us to pucker, smell like air freshâner, and lead us to pluck âer. Apples be âarder they crunch all the louder, cinnamon be partner, made Newton the founder of gravity. Pears is not doubles, they tend to the singâlar and give you no trouble, down your cheeks they be dribbler. Bluebârries ainât blue they...[Read Full Post] Fri, 14 May 2021 12:08:08 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1010172 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1010172 Cloudy Cumulus like cotton wool fluffy, soft and billowing, the stuff of dreams and light, is what we mean by âcloud.â Cirrus is drawn upon the sky in pastel strokes of chalky streaks high up across the sky, cross hatch, scribble, patterns. Nimbo drapes the sky in grey, rain or snow it promises, a swathe of gloom above, featureless and plain. Stratus weighs upon the earth, heavy, dark and moody, lays claim to world above, yet mostly...[Read Full Post] Tue, 04 May 2021 12:18:24 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1009644 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1009644 Elemental Seasons Spring peers from the wings, smiles, retreats, appears again, crocus pushes through the melting snow, rain grows the puddles to rushing rills and sunlight crowns the damp grass with bright reflection between the showers of indecision. Summer reigns the drying earth, brings new growth to maturity, the grass pales in the silent heat, foliage darkens with intensity, soil hardens in the furnace days and the shouts of children...[Read Full Post] Thu, 29 Apr 2021 10:31:50 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1009354 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1009354 Last Warrior to the Fray A bookstore, you say? Well, once the treasured dream of half the women in England, Nell, but now with a sell by date, surely. Who buys books today, now the computer reigns supreme? Oh, I understand the romance, the unspoken delights and secrets stacked on shelves of silence, the cracking open of a pristine spine, the smell of a damn fine read, been there myself with money for two and fifteen that I longed to own. I...[Read Full Post] Tue, 20 Apr 2021 11:05:01 EDT https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1008832 https://www.Writing.Com/main/books/entry_id/1008832