Hmmm.. Better read this list.
Relax with some tea,
Breathe deeply and see if you
are on the Nervous Tree.
Agitated
Beset
Concerned
Distressed
Enraged
Fretful
Goofy
Hysterical
Insecure
Jumpy
Kooky
Looney
Mousey
Negative
On Edge
Paranoid
Quavery
Reticent
Scared
Tense
Upset
Vexed
Worried
X..
Yelling
Zealous
@ Prize to the Poet who knows a
word stating with Letter X.
Because, I end up now exed.
Poetry Soup! Ay, a hex!
Happy Holidays
December 24, 2019
What is this life if other folk,
dictate where we can drink or smoke.
No ashtrays now in bars are seen,
nor happy drunks on village green.
The 'health police' now make all the rules,
they treat the rest of us as fools.
'You can't drink this', 'Oh dont eat that',
'too high in salt' or 'too much fat'.
They curb your pleasure, stop your fun,
'eat more greens', 'avoid the sun'.
We used to love crisp chips and pies,
'no, no' they cry, 'more exercise'.
But just you wait, the day will dawn,
when in their care homes, sad, withdrawn;
They might reflect on pleasures spurned,
and of the bridges that they burned.
With triple chins and swollen knee, in voices weak and quavery,
they'll try to make their carer see,
how great life is at ninety three.
"Move!" sounds command.
I stir, arise, lift a laggard hand.
Can movement mark with magic
All latent space?
Shall thoughtless motion,
Mere mindless flurry,
Confer importance
On the empty hour?
"Speak!" rings out.
Sing I, then, quavery syllables
Against the quiet as though
Sound could skirt the still
Or melody make right
The evils of the night.
Think: none judge me harshly
Save sour I, my mirthless self.
Song stops. So solitude
Into stony silence slips.