One day the drums will stay silent for a lifetime,
Sadly, today is not that day,
As once again the drums are beating in our lifetime.
From another far flung land the drums are calling,
And there is no time for stalling,
As too many are now wailing,
For aid not to be flowing.
But let us not muck up this peace when it comes,
Having this time done our sums,
Around the cost of guns,
So, every Christmas in the future comes,
With only the sound of happy drums,
And even happier mums and dads,
With sons and daughters home for the holidays,
To fight over who gets the last of the turkey's or hams.
Little Things
You holding my hand,
making me feel safe.
Unity between us,
feeling comfy and ace.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
The gentle caressing,
your fingers stroking my ear.
Making me feel special,
and without worry or care.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
Telling me I am beautiful,
when no make up I wear.
Insisting I look absolutely lovely,
when you muck up my hair.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
Laughing out loud,
until my tummy almost hurt.
You beaming beside me,
makes life have such worth.
It’s always the little things
that give us the most.
Life with you beside me,
is beyond compare to most.
Truth is.. it’s a BIG thing,
and something to toast.
Copyright Elle Smith 2017
car key go hee hee
will he?
set me?
free?
ye need to see the baby in me
we talk?
not alot
but
got
the right stuff
to muck up
you
par blue or baby blue
she cant decide which
i am a possibility
of many possibilities
i am a ratio
an indecisive factor
in the rest of what this dimension has to offer
the world is a top
i spin it and predict the probability
that the end will equal the means
or perhaps surpass it
even if i never surpass this muck-up
these broken eardrums
and the inquisition of my empty head exclaiming empty words
and i don't even exist
especially to the solipsists, nihilists
and i no longer give a sh--
i am now officially some lazy apathetic prick
oh i could have been a possibility
but that possibility was so small
that you'd need a magnifying glass
and some tweezers
i am rust, oxified and tearing up
i am crust, the sh-- in the ring on the toilet
i am lust, but never just enough
i am bust
i am a loser without a leash and/or choke chain
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