There was a crooked house
in a crooked part of town
Where you could down a pint or two
and let your life calm down
A place to relax and to de-stress
with friends and glass or two.
Yes we loved that little crooked house,
with its ice cold special brew.
It was a warm and friendly place
met always with a smile
A place to sit and talk and laugh
and for us to sit awhile.
A place to go and socialise
and meet up with your mate.
A place to take a new found friend
or maybe a new date.
Alas one night there was a roaring fire
and the crooked house burned down
The structure was deemed unsafe to stand
and so was bulldozed to the ground.
We're sad to see that its now gone
and our beloved crooked house is no more.
Just sodden pile of bricks and stone
lay in a rubble on the floor.
So thank you friend and Landlord,
Landlady and bar staff.
For the friendly service with a smile
and for all the friendly chat
for all the beers served and drank
and the laughter and fun, thanks alot
we hold dear in our hearts and minds
Good times never forgot
Thanks to the little crooked house
In this time of quarantine,
One does not know
Whether you are being forgotten
Or you’re suffering all alone.
You miss going outside,
To Escape from your worries.
You miss seeing your classmates,
That cheered and entertained you daily.
You miss shopping at large stores,
splurging and rewarding yourself.
You miss visiting restaurants,
An opportunity to enjoy company as well as scrumptious meals.
You may not get the chance to physically meet the people who lighten up your mood,
You may not acknowledge attempts made by friends and family to socialise with you,
You may push people away thinking your alone,
But you’re not.
Everyone you love, is a phone call away.
Just because you are distanced from them, doesn’t make you alone.
We are all quarantined to our homes,
All of us have similar daily challenges in adjusting with the situation.
But we’re all in the same boat,
So we may think we’re alone but we’re not alone.
WE’RE NEVER ALONE.
I love fashion
and dancing
with a passion
I wear sparkly tops
and shoes to match
I dance with many men
some are a real catch
they lead the way
and pull you in close
we jive all night long
music playing
song after song
I stop for a drink
and to catch my breath
we socialise
and it feels the best!
WE CAN’T BE COMPLACENT WITH CODVID-19
We are fighting an unseen enemy
It is real not rare- this coronavirus
At this time of COVID-19 pandemic being our enemy
Don’t be complacent Mr. Clean
You may have lived all your life being clean
Be you a laborer, officer, medical practitioner or an academician
Coronavirus is no respecter of personality, celebrity or position
Have you taken notice of this?
Bath twice or thrice with ten tablets of soap and So Clean
Put on your underwear, boxer and dress up from head to toe
Mingle, commute and socialize all day
Then check your scrotum you’ll find a dusty mud-like dirt.
Have you bothered to ask yourself where it came from?
We’re all at risk
So keep observing the protocol for the stoppage of the spread
No matter who told you as long as they are endorsed by WHO.
Do them and be safe and save others
Stay safe, don’t be complacent
If you think you’re smart the virus you see not is more smatter
Stay safe, we can overcome only if you and I care
Incubate of hidden glass
Socialise thing of past
One life Is to save
Locked safe of he obeys
Act we must hear no grave
Two meters to be brave
End of nigh or isolate
I wander down the empty street
where shop doors now are closed
The empty windows once were stacked
with products all in rows
The general store's a hollow shell
the roof is rusting tin
but once the children stood outside
and dreamed of treats within
Weeds now grow where people sat
along the splintered seat
this empty place once thronged with life
when friends would come to meet
Who were the souls that gathered here
to chat and socialise?
What would I see around this place
if I saw with their eyes?
The children gathered after school
to play and window shop
The farmer's wives come in to town
The friendly local cop
On Saturday the local gents
just lounging in the shade
Their wives inside will guarantee
the grocer does good trade
A different time a different world
and all of it now gone
There's just an empty general store
for me to dwell upon
From my PDF book "Bush Ballads and Bulldust"
the odour of death
breaking bones skeleton
burning skin roasted flesh
in the sandalwood fire unseen
in the damp air of sorrow they sob
cry some socialise discussing markets
rain through the sun drizzle my tears
dressing in white to join they prepare me
cleaning up the edges of sins to jump in the pyre
Slow Progress (a long sonnet)
In the last seventy years, little have changed
of technical innovation. we had radio, then
TV and now computers, all in natural sequence
airplanes still fly as before a bit bigger and
faster but the principle is the same.
And for cars they have not changed their appearance
for the last seventy years, except for cosmetic
more colour and easier steering , yet they
still break down at regular intervals.
Politics and money mingle as before corruption
thrives and we the people pay the price.
Privatization is the latest buzz word, but we have
been there before and we ended up with poverty
so bad, the state had to socialise the health service.
Forgive me the news that man has reached the moon
do not impress as much as man has found fraternity
which has been languishing in a basement in Lyon
By Fatmir Terziu
No mountains, no hills
Only fields
Light breeze, a little bit hot
Rain that makes you shower
London.
Worlds centre, non-sleeping metropolis
North, South all Worlds united in one point
English, that beauty sings around the Thames.
Roads on Earth, underground, sky, ocean
Multiplied everyday capillaries
Start and slow down in London.
Days, months, years, centuries
Witnessing the history freely in books, museums
Relaxed people.
Here is my language among other hundreds of languages
Spoken in London’s streets, schools and communities
We thank you for life, London!
I, a digital movement in this surge
Rush to socialise with the time
Thankful to London!
In high school, he was ridiculed,
for his stance on alcohol,drugs and sex.
He was mocked of his bold decision,
He was pressured to try drugs,sex,
smoking and alcohol.
He was forced to do many things contrary,
to school regulations.
But he took precautions into consideration,
and being exceedingly tactful against pressure.
Having goals about what he wanted to do with his life,
and working towards achieving those goals.
His manner of life at school was to treasure himself first,
to respect his body, and not to harm himself__
He had one body which he treated with respect,
He did not waste his time on unnecessary things;
a short term solution to ruin his life.
He had alternatives from doing bad things
that will bring him down.
He was busy___still socialise,of course,in health ways:
such as sports,community ,and church projects.
Volunteer work provided him more incentives,
to gain personal enrichment from serving others.
Nobody prevailed to force him to do something,
he did not like to do,
He took a bold stand which was important,
and earned him respect.
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