Symbolise Poems

Diana, our beloved princess, has been killed,
The blood of "the people's princess" too cruelly spilled,
The car in which she travelled moving much too fast,
And now our precious English Rose has breathed her last;
She was too innocent, too beautiful to die,
And...Read More

Do the May days roll into one long bank holiday?
The linearity of time banishing winter blues away
Sunscreen, icecream, flip flops, shades out
As they say until Mays over we should neer cast a clout

Should we listen to proverbs as old as...Read More

"Winter Rain"

The Lady in the grey mackintosh stands stark and somber in the cold, grey
winter rain.

Her body is stiff and still as she waits calmly for the last bus to arrive.

She is holding a brightly coloured umbrella above her head,...Read More

ON BEING RIGHT

The flag that bore a holy cross or crescent
Claimed to symbolise one righteousness and truth
Yet each side had same battle cry incessant
Unique virtue moved the sacrifice of youth
Europe’s fields now bear the ends of deep conviction
Interred with many...Read More

Oh dragonfly your name 
is such a cruel misnomer.
For you are neither dragon nor fly.
Its true, your larvae are vicious monsters.
But, once pupated and transformed to adulthood,
your delicate beauty, in form and action, is astonishing.

Dragonfly, you symbolise change.
Your gossamer membranous...Read More

The New Year
Arrives 
In a pack 
Of playing cards!

No one knows
What the New Year 
Holds for us!  

The pack contains
52 cards
Plus two jokers!

The 52 cards
Make the 52 weeks—
One card 
For each week!

The jokers 
Symbolise
Joy and sorrow!  

One of...Read More

Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves

A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans and cutlery shouted in protest for they required much manual labour to clean and manual...Read More

Whether working wallabies would weave waved warm wafers or whether wallpaper would wear walls is two times a question really. It is rational to assume that an ass jacket would dart over a yak and a yam would appear. At...Read More

I LOVE YOU

Although we never said it to each other I think we both knew,
That you love me and I love you.
My lonely days away like birds have flew.
I feel lucky to have you.
I wish the sky can change to...Read More

This moon belongs to me
no country can claim it
free from all the politics, conspiracies
and all the myths that surround it
it will never fade nor be eclipsed
nor it will set at dawn
or it will be dimmed by the sunlight
the yang forever...Read More

Bless China and Mao Zedong 

I have partly decorated my Christmas tree bless the Chinese for 
the blinking fairy light, blue and yellow strings I think symbolise angels’ hair
 not that I have seen any angels with blue-rinsed hair. 
I...Read More

I don't need a day that's been set aside
To tell of my love that's forever,
For you are the moon and I the tide
Inextricably linked together. 

I give you no rose to symbolise
The passion my heart holds for you
For it's petals...Read More

A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from the ceiling pin. The pin...Read More

With a golden nape, that area on the neck’s rear,  
And a silent voice, excluding some chirps and stonks, 
Speaking only to young, or between two or some in flight, 
The golden eagle exudes those qualities that make humans...Read More

Prompt: Sundial


Stone keeper
of time so frail,
Gazes over gardens,
Poisoned
by pretentious people
Longing to lengthen living.
Time trickling away,
The truth shall stay.


Superior shrine of ages
Shines,
Preserved
past periods
when legends had long	lost life.
Casting contorted shadows from its path,
The renewed sun shall laugh; last.


Beings; 
bemused, gather, bustle
past, ignoring...Read More

Autumn, the burnish of her hair
  Trapped devil flecks of pitchfork red,
Cascading shades of setting suns
  Billowing on the satin bed.
Lithe puma she stretches,
  Lissom flesh as fluid milk,
In the scarlet of her parting lips,
  In...Read More