In local park you’ll see her foraging.
In every litter bin she digs deep down
To see what precious prize there hides away.
With ginger overcoat and auburn hair
She is the cunning urban fox at work,
Scattering and leaving rubbish here and there.
She has her large shopping trolley in tow
To collect and transport her daily takings.
All of that nasty plastic she rejects
And filthy dog pooh bags she flings afar.
But all those drinks cans have real value
As she can sell them for some ready cash.
Part eaten pizzas pieces she unearths
And provide her with a welcome working snack.
Recycling other’s trash is Sally’s game.
And lots of free pickings she takes each day.
It’s how she lives; she feels no shame.
In local park you’ll see her foraging.
had I woken with that headache
then I would have stayed in bed
but because I felt much better
I got up for work instead.
had I got there any later
then it would have been my loss
as I would have missed arriving
at the same time as my boss.
had my boss not turned to ask me
if I'd help him out that day
I'd have missed out serving people
at a branch two miles away.
had I sat behind that counter
any later than I showed
I'd have never counted takings
from the sports hall down the road.
had that customer not mentioned
playing football on that night
my leg would not have broken
taking one year to put right.
because I went to hospital
(on that day that changed my life)
I met a nurse while on the ward
- and she became my wife!
Mid-morning waking
Merrymaking
Mixed drink shaking
The holidays baking...
Cheerful leave-takings
'Stay-in-touches' making
Happy bones aching
Joyous yearly undertaking
I woke up this morning like i can do anything
got the feathers to fly and swim with a fin
a divine right as though born to be King
I can do anything, I can do anything
I'm going gung-ho
I'll let the gun blow
I aint done no
until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow
when I lay they go woah
ink the words in the row
as I show off and show
why to throw me the doe
I can row the boat slow
fly high dive low
don't underrate bro
and belittle or bellow
as my bow and arrow
will hit you I'm hallow,
I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough,
rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow,
win prizes through flow
as I fly like a crow
cus i woke up this morning like i can do anything
I'm going gung-ho, I'll let the gun blow, I aint done no, until I say so,
I've got sayings to sow, when I lay they go woah,
ink the words in the row as I show off and show why to throw me the doe,
I can row the boat slow, fly high dive low, don't underrate bro and belittle or bellow as my bow and arrow will hit you I'm hallow. I'll take in the takings like a baker with dough, rhyme baking and making it rise up and grow, win prizes through flow as I fly like a crow. An honoured untouchable tactical poet
incredibly abled to powerfully show it. Could it be these single syllables
are only good for simple silly fools and simply stupid individuals who sin and sit all cynical while I sing with awe so clinical reaching toward the pinnacle, ideals I'm phenomenal, I feel this is probable.
For Jack and the Blueridge Mountains
Close my eyes ~
I’m on that mountain
lush with Autumn taste.
Close my eyes ~
We are love entwined
in crisp fall leafed lace.
Close my eyes ~
Lips of first perfect kiss,
once more bliss moist my lips
Close my eyes ~
We are young again,
connecting eyes, souls and skin
Close my eyes ~
Sharply, my satin-sad edged truths
wonder if autumn ever takes you … too …
Close your eyes ~
Kiss me with eager touch. As fire’s savior,
thrill to shivers in dew soft, mountain air.
Caress-wrapped, we lay in misty vapor
from dusk’s bursting promise of brazen flush
until dawn’s fresh sonnet on takings rush.
Close your eyes ~
Grasp our hearts of innocent stares
watching how teenage summer dies
when feelings are autumn implied
Those days are gone, set
afloat upon waves of air-
that in which we dreamed, for we
were dreamers...adrift in the water
that took us to wherever
the currents flowed-
into weedy patches-
weedy and twining like our minds,
like ivy vines on cobblestone walls,
always reaching and climbing
further into the clouds, swirling like
the streams we floated down.
But our youth is lost, as are the
summer days which grew cool,
stolen by the autumn breeze.
Oh,we still have those scenes,
leave-takings into yesteryear,
drifting along on those lazy, black tubes-
sunning upon the dam 'til
our skin baked a golden brown.
Those staticky transistors were never
fine-tuned, but the songs we knew
word for word, and the notes flew
high, swallowed by the blackbirds
gliding in the warm summer sky.
We walked a sash of dusty road,
with Duke dashing ahead, sniffing
grass and daffodils, on point for squirrels
and such, as he was the littoral keeper.
Now the pup has aged, and he hurts
as he circles his spot to lie, but nothing
has changed, really- except our bodies...
for our eyes still see ourselves as youth
reaching toward that summer sky.
'Tis 60 years now come and gone
Since first we took our Pledge
To be true, one to another,
To take a step beyond the sharp edge
That marks the bounds of Mine or Thine,
Embracing, the more nobly, in its stead
This larger life of Two made One,
Sharing our travels 'round the Sun.
Through Fortune's forges
Together we've passed,
Shared its givings and takings,
First to last.
We've sojourned together the whole of the way,
To pull into safe harbor at the end of the day.
To safe harbor at sunset we come,
Our treasure in tow;
All the diamonds we've gathered
From the things we now know:
That the Having is more when the Taking is less,
That the Wealth is more than the simple show
Of whatever fine fittings upon this fair ship,
Between us the diamonds flash and spark,
All carved from whisperings in the dark.
So thanks for the diamonds,
My Beloved, My Dear
That shine with the light
Of each cherished year -
Stronger than time, deeper than death,
Those treasures we build, while yet we draw breath.
adventure, growing up, hip hop, repetition, word play
A ONE STEP AT A TIME ©
Life is but a hopscotch path
Players vying for placement
Rules to follow aground
Tokens used for good luck
Practice runs lead to safe landings
Over ever-changing terrains
Hop skip and jump!
Land on a crack
You break your Mudder’s back
Marbles fill a bag of loot
Once directed into home holes
Missed turns are your takings
Marbled cat eyes forever coveted!
Crayons come in packs
Pick a colour to your taste
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Black is for rain clouds
Gone is a sun yellow
A is for Apple-
B is for Bunny-
C is for caterwauling
Letters up for a draw
Lettered tongues speak
The bad, good and the ugly
Making mountains out of mole hills!
Name-calling never hurts
Pain hurts from thrown stones
Calling one to take a chance
Towards another hopscotch
With hop skips and jumps
One step, two steps, three steps more!
I have seen and felt your icy touch,
And, you have scared me too much.
But, I have seen you take the Great, the Rich, and the Poor –
And, this indicates to me, you will only come when I can give no more.
No more in living, except in dying –
If only for a southerly-bound bird of the north flying,
Or just for one drop of rain to kiss the earth,
Where I would have stood could be your takings’ total worth!
You have never discriminated in who you will harvest, as I can see –
The Great, the Rich, the Poor, or Me!
But, those who do not understand your seemingly random selection
Will be grieved and most confused at your every collection –
To be born is to die –
To believe otherwise—is to live a lie!
The pavements stand empty the winds are still
Where are the people these chairs to fill.
Can hear shouts and cheering drafting in the air
Are these the people who will occupy each chair
They are at the Rugby an important game
So some with happy faces, some head hung in shame
Very soon waiters you'll need pads at the ready
Final whistle has blown keep your hands steady
For dozens of glasses of the best beer
Will be ordered shortly of that there’s no fear
Don’t look at those chairs wishing they were full
Instead enjoy the peace of this short lull
You will be run off your feet going this way and that
The one good thing is that the takings will look fat.
Such a busy few hours, no time to think
So, come let’s sit for awhile, relax and enjoy a stiff drink.
Penned by Seren Roberts on January 25th
Contest : Café Musings.
Taking these pills
To make me feel sane
But taking these pills
Makes me more insane
I see dots & circles
Swirls of colors
Faces are morphed
Objects look rubber
I don't know what it is
That makes me so crazy
Everything's hazy
Maybe just maybe
If I didn't have the urge
To merge & splurge
I don't wanna be
In a coma or O.D'd
Just gotta face the fact
This is all just an act
I am not a drugaholic
Junky or an alcoholic
Smoking,drinking
Takings pills
I do this motley
For the thrill
It's just something
I wanna do
So I don't have to
Face the truth
In the shifting of days repeat, one slips of mind all the powerful and meek gratitude.
A feather floats freely.
Overwhelmed by such responsible ways,distracted by so many a trials when so clearly
simplistic are the goods we for granted take.
The wind caresses its flight.
In but one days pass these takings may fade or flee.
Time unrehearsed will always be.
Softly to the earth the feather will fall.
Embrace the vision of all such blessings warmly and with regret live without.
So does the sparrow mock not the new.
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