This morning when you’re thinking about exactly how to dress
as the world searches for ways to make hatred and violence cease
may you clothe yourself in kindness…
in compassion, humility
and peace.
Spring, please hurry and clothe shivering trees
with lovely birdsongs and lilac-touched leaves.
February 9, 2022
Brexit Sonnet No.5
‘To Clothe The Wreck’
A game of chance, the climb to rule this land,
As much a slip of others as trip of yours.
Oft’ ruled by chance events, not thoughts well planned,
Same for freshers new, as time-served bores.
And now we see the cards in shuffled deck,
Prepared again to face the green baize cloth.
Plans anew prepared to clothe the wreck
That’s Brexit, now sad without its champagne froth.
But cards are dog-eared, faded, worn and ripped
With two faced jokers squirming in the pack.
The dealer haggard, drawn and ill-equipped,
Can’t stabilise for strength they plainly lack.
Quantitatively ease this wretched, worn out pile;
Print more talent and from Brexit, please resile.
©Keith Murphy
Customers come and go
they touch me roughly
complaining I’m old
I’m tired hanging here.
I want to be taken away
and tour people’s homes
He stood behind the pulpit
Preaching with vigour to his flock
Nobody knew soon he will be crowned the culprit
It was exactly twelve O'clock
When time to pray for the sick
and those seeking salvation came
Prayed so hard mentioning everyone's name
Drama started when it was Sundra's turn
He touched her head softly
Her husband was just seated on the pews
His eyes played tricks on him
He thought the clergy caressed his wife
He rushed to the altar with a stuff and knife
He whipped the man of God sent from celestial
body above
Flee for his safety it was becoming critical
Men and young boys roared with laughter
But women cried out loud in unison
Clothe me in grays of pain!
Dead sun's ember
cannot warm a heart cold
with detachment.
Solitude, closest friend,
you remember
the days I walked life's road
with contentment.
Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, August 20, 2015
When a flower
Seeing the sun
For the very
First time
Wearing her
Ash rose clothe
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