Long Front room Poems

A prawn masquerading as a peanut can be quite disturbing. So many times a peel is a garment used to shroud. A tentacle hidden. Here and there. Then to reappear with an often violent burst...

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Part I:  My mother’s Voice. 
  
“There’s something not quite right.” 
My mother’s doctor said.
The murmur in your heart.
I think we’ll  make a start, 
to take a look, and book a bed...

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I often think  back to that care free age and those wondrous six weeks of school holidays, 
The Prison was out , 
nothing more to learn and with any luck the place would burn .

It...

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There is a spot in my grandmother’s home
It is reserved for guests
Older aunts and uncles on a visit, the parish priest, old friends that grandma wanted to impress
I have always wanted to sit in it,...

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The uniform on the floor was to be washed, dried then ironed but the scones that the pig ate meant that a walk to some hidden caves was achieved but only after the recycling was...

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I heard something on the wireless
As i went about my day,
Some new strain of virus
In some province far away.

I didn’t pay much attention
As it seemed a distant threat.
Well that was my contention
So I didn’t break...

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It was 6/10/19 at 5am.  I  was  asleep in my front room. I first became aware that i was in a differant place when i seen myself in the pitch black sky...

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I went to a poor man's house
There was an exquisite car in the driveway
I walked up to the grand entryway
Rang his doorbell
The chimes sounded like cathedral bells
He greeted me with a practiced smile
Welcomed me to...

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With a little tightening round the waist 
the skinny day comes out to taste the 
fatness of the light
I am in sight of something great but I’m hungry,
cannot wait
so I make my move too soon
and...

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Father Christmas in the night sky his sleigh and reindeer a silhouette in the moonlight,
He has traveled all over the world to lavish his presents to small sleeping children,
The family has retired and left a...

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Summer Place

A song crept into my soul today riding on the summer wind
Then peeked into my summer place closed for many seasons -
Windows shuttered standing on a grassy knoll
Whitewashed in the morning melody at the...

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Father Christmas is in the night sky his sleigh and reindeer a silhouette in the moonlight,
He has traveled all over the world to lavish his presents to small sleeping children,
A family has retired and left...

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" How would you feel ? "
By Rodney Riggins


How would you feel ? if you were 
misunderstood where no one ever
talk to you as if your were no good.
How would you feel ? If you...

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RITES OF PASSAGE
Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice...

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A CHRISTMAS DREAM

I went to bed that Christmas night, and once again I dreamed
Of my dear son who now is gone, but so real now it seemed.
For I sat in the chair that’s there beside...

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Looking out of the front room window, sleet falls on glass, it’s white then turns to water, how I miss the soft pat of snow,
There’s an old clock on the mantle piece, next to faded...

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There was a house at the end of my street
No-one lived there for very long
During the war, an entire family wiped out
When an aeroplane dropped a bomb

The family living there at the time
Amounted to unlucky...

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We walked the beach one moonlit night
Our lunar orb shone down so bright
Darkened shadows consumed the land
This night we walked hand in hand

The summers breeze was fading away
As night birds glided in hidden display
Chromed crests...

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A LESSON LEARNT

I'm sat here in my front room
and i'm feeling all inspired
No ones having a go at me
or making me feel tired

Of the constant bloody arguments
the put downs and the moan
the telling me i'm...

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During the day I don’t think much about ghosts…perhaps by the sun I’m blinded…
but in the quiet ebony of the evening…I’m a little more open minded.

I awoke in the middle of the night…(when you’re older...

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Now where does this Highlander start
To thank those commenter's, present and past
So many read and absorbed
Their kindness to me always lasts

Dr.Ram and Carol Brown
My African Queen 'Miss Wilma Neel's
Michael from New York City
Whose comments I...

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The lounge smelt of stale cigarettes,
Grey smoke as you walked in,
The kitchen was the parlour,
Front room nobody went in,
An outside toilet down the yard,
You’d not believe today,
They didn’t have a bathroom,
Or a room where kids...

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Tug of war, Arm wrestling, Rope climbing, 
Wildest dance party, all dressed up smartly!
Slashing water upon each other in the front room and then trembling! 
We and the floor Sodden perfectly!
This is how, I stepped...

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While on a holiday hike in the Aravalli hills in Rajasthan,   
I stopped by a palatial house shining in the summer sun,  
curious, through the half-closed door I entered silently 
the dark...

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1512 Armory Avenue, prettiest house in Chariton, Iowa
Verdant green ferns and red geraniums in blue pots gracing the porch.
Roof jumps would land her on dandelions, possibly violet rosette.
Front door opened onto spectacularly polished walnut staircase

Front...

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