Jottings Poems - Poems about Jottings

JOTTINGS Folded paper and scribbled notes Mutterings of my cluttered mind Things to do I hope to remember The memory club, I’m a member If not, then that’s why I will find Ideas are sheep, words are goats Jottings serve as an aide-memoire Notes to self, so that I won’t forget Phone numbers or reference codes My brain cannot handle such loads I haven’t sorted through...

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Each morning birds chatter and wake me from sleep In avian society talk is cheep ** A balding sheep who writes poems in the farmyard Has written a sonnet and signed it, ‘The Baaahd’ ** The police came along and I’m locked up with felons But I only admired the grocer girl’s melons ** My Gran says respect the elderly or we all suffer The...

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I said, do you fancy a drink, Tom? He said where the hell is that stink from? My dog cocked his leg We smelt rotten egg Because he had eaten my stink bomb * My...

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in the dust of butterfly wings short stories of immortalised era, a type cast 'pigeion holed'. a history ...

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A laptop waits in its black nest. I consider not writing anything, ignoring the blood deep voices. I wish I had a few ending words to write, completing one story and the beginning first lines of another. If I look away, distract myself, voices might remain un-excavated. This house of windows and keys may stay shut, silence pound on windows I can no longer open....

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Under the pale pink rose trellis Rose blossoms rained down The scent is awesome from petals There upon the ground There is a new neighbor On this country road For I saw him check out Cedar cabin abode Mockingbird did not like him And tried to chase him away Never heard such chirping As the two did display...

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1. I am a poetry book. My title is "Jottings" 2. This book contains many chapters dealing with those things in which I bask, meaning, the things that brighten my life. This book includes my reflection on life and love, recollections of happy times, humorous things, my family, pets and grandkids. 3. My...

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there was a tree rose piercing me and killing me, I thought it was cheating on me after the sunset when moon was walking alone you know what is love we think different things at the same time but we are always alone, you do not think, I think about my god, saying a prayer to unknow him or keep him alive he...

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