It was full of long stringy grass which had grown out, all over the back of the house. It hung over the bare walls. The briars were everywhere and they would prick you clean red blooded. The shed widows shattered and the door covered in heavy moss. the thick smoke running out from the chimney looked like it was about to go up in flames. The red ransomes lawnmower was rotted in rust and rooted to the ground by long grass.The clothes line had snapped in half. The tarmac laneway was cracked with weeds pumping out from underneath it all. Remodelling was out of the question. It remained untouched and there was no even sign that anything would change
Categories:
remodelling, absence, earth, environment, garden,
Form: Alliteration
EVERYTHING IS BEAUTIFUL
It has been said that everything is beautiful
Both nature and creative works of mankind
But that is solely in the eye of the beholder
Am I becoming more cynical as I get older
It’s a solution, not the problem, you’ll find
Is reticence now to be regarded as dutiful
So, I shall keep my opinions only to myself
Many failed attempts at remodelling nature
I am not disposed to make any concession
Despite this veiled attempt at a confession
Much artwork won’t survive long I’ll wager
Such as those ornaments there on the shelf
Can criticism truly be treated as objective
A few things appear ugly, at least at first
But this might be a distorted point of view
As everything must surely be given its due
And all is revealed in a bright sudden burst
Realising that a mirror is actually reflective
Categories:
remodelling, inspiration, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
We act in ignorance and call it sin,
being sadly, the genesis of guilt,
so if we wish to be free, let’s begin
by discarding beliefs that make us wilt,
remodelling mind on such beliefs built.
Love all embracing, is quick to forgive,
so let vibrancy be the way we live,
releasing ourselves from fears forms we spawn,
knowing God’s boundless love always does give,
living mindfully, each breath a new dawn.
Categories:
remodelling, love, sin,
Form: Dizain
Poor old farmer Giles started hobbling
As his painful piles were a wobbling
When he sat down on ice
The relief was so nice
His tush is in need of remodelling
Farmer Giles is Cockney rhyming slang for Piles or haemorrhoids.
31st May 2015
Categories:
remodelling, humorous,
Form: Limerick