Standing Up - Tony Gardner
I miss my younger, fitter self, with aches and pains unknown
Maturity's crept up on me, my youth has long since flown
There's much I can no longer do like drinking all night long
Or pulling in the Tug of War, to the beat of Rugby songs.
It's simple things that I miss most, like picnics with some friends
In meadows where the grass would tease my bare feet and finger-ends.
I'd lay full length in soft, green grass, in Eden's Fields I'd reign
If I lay there today I doubt I could stand up again.
Tony Gardner
Image : Pixabay - Fotorech
Labels:
Mortality,
Poem,
Tony Gardner
Open Mic Evening - Tuesday 2nd November 2021- Cancelled
Unfortunately the Café cannot host us this month.
We hope we will see you on the 7th December.
Cop Show Revisited - Joan Etoile
There's always a sexual tension
Between TV coppers on the force
But I'm not sure that I noticed it
Between Sergeant Lewis and Inspector Morse
Cagney and Lacey, Starsky and Hutch
All loved themselves far too much
Who loves ya baby Kojak said
Then took his lollipop off to bed
Romantic interest Columbo lacked
And never got to remove his mac
Naughtiness was never allowed
For Chiefs Ironside and McCloud
Today though, anything goes
In the latest TV cop shows
No traditional heists or busts
Just endless tales of perverted lust
Joan Etoile
Image : Pixabay - geralt
Labels:
Crime,
Joan Etoile,
Poem,
TV
Lemmings - John E Blaise
He is in a queue a line of people.
No end in sight like a slow meandering river.
Dusty path sweltering heat sore feet.
Vultures ride thermals in the cloudless skies,
Below the humming buzzing flies,
The distant unknown creature cries.
Shuffle forward zombie like for hours and hours.
No end in sight no tunnel no light
Walk forward onwards in a trance.
Avoid the quicksand try to make a stance.
Some of the people wear masks or veils.
Bloodshot hollow staring eyes.
Snake like the line winds and moves.
Towards the final destination.
Shuffle forward zombie like for hours and hours.
Will there be sweet times peace and solace.
Is this the path to happiness.
Life's elixir,nirvana arcadia,Avalon Shangri -la
Is it close how far.
Time to contemplate reminisce remember.
How important and significant life has been.
He has arrived now all can be seen.
There is nothing nothing nothing nothing.
John E Blaise
Image : Pixabay - janeb13
Labels:
Despair,
John E. Blaise,
Poem
Rodents - Diana Pritchard
A rodent is a creature who endures
a never-ending need to chew and gnaw.
Incisors growing constantly ensures
a strong developmental, ageless jaw.
A squirrel with a bushy tail must chomp
through gathered nuts from oak or pine or beech
while beavers busy making dams leave stumps
of trees they fell with axe-like accuracy.
They build their cosy lodge above their lake
while mice move into homes of someone else
and scratch at night to keep us all awake
and raid the larder leaving signs and smells.
It’s rampant rats we fear the most, it seems,
who find their way into our dreaded dreams.
Diana Pritchard
Image : Pixabay - Glavo
Labels:
Animals,
Diana Pritchard,
Fear,
Poem
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