Our road verges reborn, verges reborn, Cleaned by rain and sunshine, Birds sing with the joy of rebirth, Of our clean and pleasant island, After extra hot summer, after another, after another, Hot, hot summer.
Armageddon orange skies, Over islands once green When will they receive their rebirth? With their own vegetation reinstating, after extra hot summer, after another, after another, Hot, hot summer.
How I would loathe to witness Our green and pleasant island Under the same Armageddon orange skies.
Do we need to put back the traffic? On our roads and in our skies, Polluting skies, seas and land needing to stop.
How I would loathe to witness Our green and pleasant island Under the same Armageddon orange skies.
double whammy because I’m writing to two prompts, one word challenge from fandangos page #FOWC to include the word unclear. and #dversepoetrypub have prompted us all to write a #quadrille to include the word jump.
Unclear Quadrille.
#FOWC, #Dversepoetrypub, #quadrille
Sat watching the darkness, My mind unclear, foggy.
My top floor window, brightly lit from behind, making the darkness deeper, inviting me to JUMP.
Sat watching the darkness, My mind unclear, foggy.
A switch flicks off, From somewhere behind me, The moons smile defogs.
We the gnashing bucket fans, Tattooed on my ass, We have to agree to disagree.
On the go to the empty gravestones, Encased in the fog of memories’ A treat for yourself, strange yes, Only you, in three simple ways.
Our own bigoted and oppressive mindset, Ignorance showing, blue hazed and filthy Deep end darkness falls across the land, Doing the disgustingly wicked.
Shocking, I was an awkward youth, Failing at every hurdle, Apologies not accepted
Screaming this is nuts, As I walk away on aching knees, Down the avenue of memory.
In recent years I have been attending #sunnysideartfair with my bucket of words. The art fair is a local event supporting a local charity, Sunnyside rural trust, which helps adults with learning difficulties get on in life, at these fairs I host the poetry corner, where the bucket of words is employed to get visitors to write poems using David Bowies lyric cut and paste writing method. words from many sources are added to the bucket, where those who dare can take a handful to be rearranged into a poem. with some spectacular results. the following poem was not written as such.
Bucket of words.
Welcome, welcome to, The bucket of words, A pub you may think? A bit on the wonk for a pub.
Plastic, orange and wire handled, Wonky block capitals proclaim! Bucket of words, bucket of words, With sarcaustic glee!
It’s filling defiantly on the wonk, Grab handful if you dare, We double dare you, Words from afar, for you to create a poem, Perhaps we better not over wonk them.
The bucket of words was created, Purely for poetries creation, Now come delve your hand in, Write in.
perspective poetry 
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