Once were badgers in leafy dale,
once were rabbits and foxes too,
once were pheasants in shining copse where cuckoopint and coltsfoot grew.
Once were songbirds in privet hedges,
once were bluebells for mile upon mile,
once were dark woods cool and shading hiding squirrels and foxes guile.
Once were home fed pigs and poultry,
once were food with proper taste,
once were marls with mirrored water, but now they only hold our waste.
Once were farmers in umber meadow,
once were colliers in village pit,
once were taverns for quenching thirst where now the townie and tourist sit.
Once were fens and fields and down-lands,
once were moorhen and curlews call,
once were stewards of Gods own country, where now there is but urban sprawl.
Once were leaders of Albion's masses,
once were statesmen of unbending word,
once was a land that was fit for heroes, where now only spin and deceit are heard.
Categories:
marls, anger, angst, emotions, longing,
Form: Rhyme
First Puff. The second one’s for the soul
My obsession with kisses
Falls back to dropping some ashes
Stained with my red lip tint
I don’t settle for mint
They call it cancer break
I call it “smokes from a heartache”
You may see me differently with a stick
Smell me with the judgment of being a girl prick
I roll my eyes. I live for my own gig
If nicotine was on a cupcake
Diabetes would be my namesake
Red will never be my favorite color
But my Marls are red, a better appetizer
Lips don’t touch mine. That’s a sign
Lips to lips we kiss
Every day I crave, every hour I miss
I’m making a poem about my cigarette
Love it must be for Yvette
Don’t smoke if you don’t.
Don’t judge coz’ you make no point.
Categories:
marls, happiness,
Form: Free verse