To the public the man shows herbs
For Advert hundreds of proverbs
"Your worries and mine wisdom curbs!"
Lots of Adjectives and Adverbs;
On roads blares, neither dumb on kerbs
Voice screaming hoarse near touring Serbs...
But the Old Seller of New Herbs
Settles for nothing short of blurbs,
The problems of voice pitched high curbs
And down brings number of proverbs...
"Buyers I see less for sung herbs"
Categories:
kerbs, business, inspiration, money, perspective,
Form: Rhyme
“Three, 300, or 3,000 - these are the number of unknown days, each far too little and yet too much at the same time, to see an irrevocably declined loved one languish and suffer, with that bittersweet release lingering in the doorway, but never quite being sent all the way in, to comfort and carry our loved one to that Better Place.”? Connie Kerbs
Laughter – her sweet laughter – has gone away.
As she leaves our space, I wonder why she sometimes gets this way.
Nothing can we do for her then, unfortunately.
Growing numb, she distances herself from family.
Unrelenting for some days is she with apathy and gloom.
In utter listlessness, she stays up in her room.
Somehow she snaps out of it - though it may take a while.
Happy we become again to see our dear teen daughter smile!
March 15, 2023
For the Writing Challenge 'L' Words
By Constance La France
Categories:
kerbs, angst,
Form: Acrostic
Cold autumn purge
Cold freezing surge
By this front porch
Not much to notch
By these suburbs
See the blank kerbs
Watch the lone street
Where no one meets
Not much to say
No face today
Closed doors wary
Cold air lonely
Not much to see
What yet may be
Grass verge now airs
Cold autumn flair
A dirge seeds cold
Seize wit that folds
Leon Enriquez
10 May 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT
Categories:
kerbs, change,
Form: Couplet
The streets I trod
As an innocent and naive child
Appeared as gold-paved and rosy-hued
And the brilliant light of optimism
Shone on all and everything,
Banishing worrisome dark shadows.
Only now as an adult,
Weary with experience
Does walking those same streets
Reveal their true character.
There are cracks in the pavements
And weeds line the kerbs.
The house windows seem malevolent
Like the eyes of a beast
Indigenous to the Concrete Jungle,
Waiting to pounce and devour
My childhood hopes and dreams.
Shadows are dark and mysterious
Filled with secret snickering and threat
Of unnameable hurt and pain.
The streets of my childhood
Are hardly changed in all the years
I have been maturing into adulthood.
I have changed and found perception.
How I wish to be a child again
And escape this cruel reality:
Rediscover the age of innocence
That once protected me from life.
Categories:
kerbs, childhood, feelings, growing up,
Form: Free verse
This road looks pretty plain under the night lights
This road has paths both sides, raised kerbs and level flight
Watching the cars go by, both sides see many many moving lights
But then there comes a time when the movement and all the sound disappear into the night
It's now when fear strikes
It's now when evil rides
The wall used to hold a gate, but now the hole will suffice
That's where they all would go and that's where the world lost sight
The path down into the wood
They walked under shackled torchlight
The wood down by the stream
Led to an old mine cave site
That's where we found their bodies, that's where they had their last night
For years he played this game, for years evil knew this road was where he'd find his delight!
This road looks pretty plain under the night lights.
Categories:
kerbs, absence, cry, dark, death,
Form: Dramatic Verse
Let's melt down all the plastics that will not biodegrade
and form some giant ice floes to replace the ones God made
so Polar bears will have somewhere to sit and sleep and stand
instead of getting persecuted when they come inland.
Lets crush unwanted bottles down and grind them into ice-
like crystals, line the kerbs with them, hey that'd look quite nice,
a safety feature for the roads that aren't lit well at night
and visually cool rivers of car reflected light.
For all the stuff mankind discards that uglifies the land
the answer is an easy one, and really close to hand
compress it and then pack into flasks, all concrete lined
and stack it in the empty shafts of all the disused mines.
And in the meantime let's change attitude, and though it might seem rough
but if we were less greedy then we wouldn't stockpile stuff
the latest craze, the new gadget to keep up with your friends
not thinking when it's obsolete just where on Earth it ends
so let man learn a lesson from the stupid things he did
and give a fighting chance toward the future for our kids.
10th June 2015
For competition 'Stuff' sponsored by Thomas Martin
Categories:
kerbs, earth, environment, , cute,
Form: Rhyme
Check your cheques
You must realise or recognise
Quarrelling analysing skillfully
Without criticism centre or colour
Judgement no theatre of grey of arguement
Like a boats draft determined by draughtsman
Curbing ones thoughts like avoiding a roads kerbs
An encyclopaedic almost an un-parallelled programme
A marvellous jewellery there not of aluminium but of pure Gold
Just English
Categories:
kerbs, funny
Form: Free verse