Long Queue up Poems

The Day is Over

I stand at the edge of the abyss, 
If I jump, will I fly or fall? 
There was a time his love carried me, 
Today, silence answers my call

Now memories are all...

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God Save the King! So echoed round 
the village halls, the pubs, the streets
the day our Charlie Prince was crowned. 
Homes decked with bunting, cake, and treats.

We celebrated with a rave, 
or knees-up, as my...

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What if....?
Death was a lottery,
With a Powerball price of a million dollars 
Will people still queue up to play?

What if death was a clock, and you had one option 
To either fast forward, pause, or...

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Oh the joys of an airport trolley
I try and push it oh what a folly
The wheels always have a life of their own
I’ve not got off the ground I just want to go home

I want...

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We British love to stand in queues
We are known through out the world for it.

It must be something in our genes
We have tried all the other means.

Nobody teaches us what to do
We just line up...

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A treasure of water surrounded by the mountains,
Is where my jolly grandpa resides,
Sea green water embellishes enchanting fountains,
And, the ducks swim around water slides.

The surreal vision of the majestic mountain lake,
From my grandpa’s wooden home,
How...

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At daybreak,  
I approach the beach across a soft hill of clover, 
past sleeping Pandanus palms,
and down a small sand dune.

I am enveloped by sea wind.

I look up to a flight of swallows -...

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I wished to find the words for you - so beautiful and dear,
The pretty ones that you would be so happy just to hear - 
And when I found the very bestest, selected just for...

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When my spirit tussles uprooted,
I can sense my soul's too polluted
by games tipped to spill until looted
once my voice and color get muted.

I stroll alone upon human cream
across the arc my steady steps gleam,
tossing back...

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Who knows who would 
'true valiant be'
when you can't see 
beyond the end of your nose?
who knows?

It has to be Sunday some day
and today is some day for some
hymns and hers (towels in the bathroom)
down...

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He bought himself a tandem
In the hope that he would meet
A suitable young lady who’d
Ride on his back seat.
He took it to the Dance Hall
But didn’t stand a chance 
Cycling not seeming to fit in
With...

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The Nit nurse would come around once a month
To my primary school usually after lunch 
We'd all queue up in a line
All the kids and friends of mine.

One by one the nurse would examine our...

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nothing sums up a
quitter like s/he who 
invests themselves in
“the lesser of two evils,”
bathing themselves in
supposed pragmatism,
walking with an illusion
of certainty that when 
faced with two choices,
rather than demand a
third, or demand to 
have a...

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Qualms, I've had too few to admit to you.
Scruples quadrupled, I've had some doubts as well.
Leaving me squeamish, uneasy, unwell.
I fear my regrets will breed and accrue.

Like palms, qualms are arrayed with spiral heads.
Their tough,...

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The afterglow of the polls
Has refused to leave the sky
The euphoria like never before 
Still tingles my countrymen.

Some are elated
At the dire switch
From ‘business as usual’

Others draw gore
With their senseless machete
That victory does not befit...

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Losing self 



I lose myself 
In many colours of my child's laughter 
In soft caress of those candid smiles 
In sleepless nights of innocent cries,

I lose myself 
On busy roads that once led to school...

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