The stream (all workshops)
Beginning on October 19th, 1914, one of the bloodiest battles of World War One was fought near Ypres in Belgium. This poem, while written from a young German soldier’s point of view, is a tribute to all those who lost their lives during that terrible forty days.
Crisp the autumn breeze that combs this foggy air,
Slowly creeping through these Belgian fields;
A bitter breath of coming winter, we taste the morning dew
Whose frosty edge foretells harsh winter’s yields.
seasons
coming and going
time over time
be it cooled or warm
i like all seasons
ain't it fun
how they come and go
bringing new life every time they come around
making new changes
time over time
i like all seasons
be it windy or sunny
sometimes i long for other one's to come
time over time
i know they will come around again...
the bulb burns dull and bored
lacquer and Formica
faded mirror and ghosts
clouds etched beyond the
broken trellis tops
the stale taste of a soda pop
Taste the spicey sweat of
Mid October
fringe collar deeds
the thick plate glass
jewelled with humidity
runs clear..vision bleed
Our cornucopia
I call
the dark reciever wish
press earnest mouths
down static wells
through copper labryinth city hell
you say
"wassup?"
Tizzy was told her parent died early on
Lonely though, she lived with her granny
On whose birthday, an uncle stopped over
Their dotted paths had crossed in time past
His largesse to the niece met a yearning need
Of care cloaked in sugar daddy’s garment
This did not go well with the aged woman
With avowed secrets locked in her heart
He strangled the ‘aunty’ to have his way
Overwhelmed by car gift and overseas trips
Her campus boyfriend suffered in sorrow
With barefaced lies, she dribbled him through
Frequent visitor to my thoughts are you.
Joyful respite from the mundane.
Sometimes conjured up and not.
But the greatest fun of all,
those out of nowhere thoughts of you.
They play their endless game of hide and seek.
Conceal themselves behind the pages of a book,
between the lines of some report.
Even found peeking out from behind the cloud of
some decision being made.
When tripped across they linger not long enough
for contemplations touch, before they're off again.
I am immortal in life.
I see all, live in tears
Thrive in fears.
I touch everything and everyone,
I am what you will become.
I follow your steps,
I wait in your home.
I am all.
I am nothing.
I will never die.
I am the shadow of your life.
I am forever.
nature does nurture
we all are a part of mother nature
which all along our lives
does us nurture
foliage
enchantments drip
like kisses
down the springdrenched
long ago
upturned as a sigh
the miles of spendthrift
sky
billowing with her yarns
and tales streaming
caught on the moons
sharp blade
cutting heart
killing
moon
sotto terse sonnets
the turned hip
glean of stars
like glitter dust
cool and arid
we are a thousand
miles
from touch
we are a voice
one
given
to heavens
longing
Margaret Ann Waddicor.
DER DE DER DE DER
Perhaps I should concur
with other rhymes at other
times ter te ter te ter.
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