Long Queuing up Poems

8. Transformation

Yielding to those who have mastered the art
Of grasping one's place in existence's grand scheme
Life’s constant challenges never depart
But humble diligence will grow the dream

In passing from childhood to adulthood
Innocence to responsibility
Firm new role...

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Stars fall under failing skies...stars fall...stars fall...
But stars do not cry.
Into Ochs valley, through the Vale of White Horse...prancing 
besides a Dragons Hill;
It was here that a Roundhead - did a Royalist Cavaliers blood in...

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Pig plop at eighty degrees is a synonym of doubt but double octave sploosh is a great interjection into the bowl. Wow. Flush flashing fakery freely framing frogs fingerspelling forged formats. And a deliberate rake...

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You said to me
"I want to be buried here
Under that little citrus tree..."
You smiled, decidedly
I looked at you perplexed
This was after your disdainful speech to me

I imagine queuing in the quiet, mournful strings
As a dim...

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*IF* THIS IS *DEMOCRACY* THEN *I DON'T WANT IT*

If democracy means gunshots at night
Fires in the streets
And the women and children cry in screams 
Then I don't want it

If democracy means
Queuing in peace with strangers...

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She smirked 
With a remarkable resemblance 
To Miranda Richardson 
Playing Elizabeth the First

Just as soon as I can bump off 
My new Sister-in-Law
Korporate Kate 
That two bit Sloan 
It shall be I who is 
Next...

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We lay bare next to the skin of the earth
watching mercury dancing  around the restless sun
playing hide and seek in the burning heat
and penetrating mankind deception in the deep
Venus is orbiting the earth with...

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It’s not just bricks and mortar
Nor a distant memory 
But the ground roots of our livelihood
And our future destiny. 

As this place prepares to close 
When the final bell will sound 
To mark the end...

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Athletic angels are analytical and archaic. But dust bombs do not derive from red, yellow, blue and purple shimmer shimmers nor do they derive from green, pink and orange glitter glitters. A hesitation of hue...

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1908
Last day at school for me
Some thirteen years Ive had
And Im going to be a farm hand
Just like me dear old Dad

Here now its Mr Peters
A silence falls over the class
'Registration' he says as he...

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Stuck in a place with negativity bound within it's Walls. 
I need to get out of here, before the phone rings with insanity's calls. 

I burst out of the door into the streets owned by...

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Moscow 1990s. The Soviet Union has collapsed, bare shelves in the shops, no wages - nothing.  People line the streets trying to sell what few possessions they have. Natasha is one such citizen. Like...

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Aventurine was sort adequate to be able to why don't we only at Greatly involve some enjoy moment on the video game, Darkfall, and also actually acquire our own palms unclean from it. Needless to...

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I could sense something was wrong

So I went to see moving carefully among the trees, 

I saw a building of harsh stone

Unforgiving standing alone, 

I crept up with stealth to see through a small window

Hoping...

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The image of morning mapping from the four cardinal points at the center of 
busy pedestrians running ups and down to the bottom of their energies, 
Chasing the note they never designed to decimate 
ownership.

The...

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We as British people are known around
the world for our own individual traits

Such as we are supposed to be and
thought of as polite

Love ever so saying and apologizing
for anything and everything even if it
isn't actually...

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Joe goes home to his 5 bed semi
Dado rails and flat screen telly
Wife’s cooking dinner, wine in her hand
Kids playing in the den with painted hands
He kicks off his shoes, throws his jacket on the...

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By Parizo Van Thulare 

I was born endless miles from the town 
Where tales are told about the king in his crown 
Where plates are treated same glass
So fragile respect is of the erything
So beautiful...

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I’ve sat here all night just trying to write
But nothing would spring from my brain
I looked in my mind and what did I find
I think that I’m slightly insane 

I’ve been unaware of things that...

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Homeless 

Jingle bells, jingle bells
Jingle all the way
Oh what fun to decorate
The Christmas tree today 

Hanging coloured baubles
Plugging in the lights
Hoping that the fuse box
Doesn't plunge us into night 

Dashing to the shops
As mum forgot...

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I can still remember years ago in the 80's
When the pubs were packed
You'd pay for your beer with Ten pounds and get change back
You could keep a girlfriend for more than two minutes
And knew their...

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No exception, we grab a cart
A slice of this geography  
A part of this society. Among the lines of people shopping,
talking, grazing, cell phones buzzing
cashiers checking, shoppers queuing, 
wheels are churning
cards are scanning,
as we...

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Six weeks in to this lockdown
People now are beginning to frown
Queuing up is now the norm
Hold on tight ride this storm

Complacency Could make you sick
Social distancing is the trick
Don't be fooled by the stats
It's like...

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You said its realistic: that portrayal of love captured in a tiny window frame of romance – shrinking small in juxtaposition to the expanding love. Stood on the precipice of acceptance I look in while...

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A view from a teaspoon selection is very spellbinding indeed. Half a cup of multicolumns and a pint of milk singing and swaying together. It takes much effort to pick up a seed. Much kilograms...

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