There are people who are beacons of hope,
Who keep bitterness at bay,
Despite all that comes their way,
Each and every day.
Of course they feel anger,
Despair, sadness, and loneliness,
And want to scream out loud,
But bitterness they keep at bay,
Each and every day.
Kindness they somehow keep,
Each and every day,
Not letting bitterness creep,
Into their day,
No matter how bad the state of play,
And that is why they are a beacon of hope,
In a world that gives bitterness too much scope,
To creep into the day and make it hard for most to cope,
Without kindness to point the way,
To making it through the day.
Here we sit, in the madness and the rain.
Heavy showers persist; perhaps to try to wash our madness down the drain.
The cliffs of white are slowly crumbling away day by day. Perhaps they mirror the state of play of what we see happening here these days.
The Wind, it sings and whistles where barriers stand in its way. It feels different. Like it’s trying to carry the cries of our insanity away.
Here we sit in the madness and the rain. We try to stand but mud slips our purchase away! We crash, we laugh at the state of why we fell this way.
We sit, we laugh, we cry, as we become the madness in the rain.
If power comes your way,
You can use it to dictate the state of play,
So, use it wisely every day.
You will have the power to delegate,
You will have the power to relegate,
You will have the power to dedicate,
As long as you concentrate.
You will have the power to renovate,
You will have the power to update,
You will have the power to Innovate,
As long as you don't hesitate.
You will have the the power to hate,
You have the power to be late,
You have the power to tempt fate,
Should you chose to activate.
If power comes your way,
Know that it will dissipate,
If you delegate,
To those who wish to speculate,
In order to accumulate.
I can’t see my dentist and I’ve got dire halitosis,
with distancing I hope that nobody will notice!
When we're outdoors we must keep 2 meters apart,
this suits me fine when I drop a huge smelly fart!
At the supermarket there’s an enormous queue,
I hope the queue's much shorter for the ladies loo!
Bert's eating through his large pasta mountain
he stockpiled so much of that there’s no doubtin!
Bert’s barber’s closed, now he resembles a yeti,
entangled in his beard is meat and spaghetti!
Fred’s wife made him a mask from her old bra,
She’s 46 double d, I think she’s gone a little too far!
I’m fed up of constant repeats on the tv
especially as I pay a huge tv licence fee!
Sal's so sad she can't go to the gym
she now has 'sexercise' thrice daily with Jim
Jim's delighted with this state of play
He's praying for the lockdown to stay!
05/07/20
The working man had five sons
He had dreams of what they would become
The eldest was not very strong
And he weakness meant he didn't last long
The next son in line had a ruthless streak
And he was able to make his life complete
The third eldest was the middle man
And he would sit astride any disagreement
This cost him more than he cared to admit
And in the end he made a hash of it
The fourth son just wanted to laugh and sing
And saw this as his style with no future plans to bring
The number five son was the youngest one
And had a ride that was easy spoiled with fun
Once you have seen this all out in the state of play
The working man's plans for sons had gone astray.
© Paul Warren Poetry
The unfairness
of life
stares
us
in the face
Each
day
every day
day after
day
the
innocent
die
young
legislators
deceive
monied men
into greed
makes us
bleed
our protectors
dissemble
the media
a rabble
resemble
in none
do we trust
where lies
abound
buried in deceit
all around
injustice
the cry
does
no one
sigh
at lie
after
lie
does anyone
care
revenge
cannot
be
for me
or for
thee
Truth
will still be
for
He
did
atone
He will
make
good
our
cries
and
each
groan
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