dawn chorus

#Antigun, #stoptheshootings

Written after waking to the news of yet another tragedy at the hands of Americas whimsical gun laws.

Birds’ song drowned at Dawn,

Gun’s chorus screaming death.

PAUSE.

BANG! Sunrise insanity!

Dawn chorus of gunshots + dead children.

PAUSE.

Dawn’s outcry at dawn,

over 160Db child killing.

PAUSE.

Another dawn chorus swallowed,

By death of innocence and common sense.

PAUSE.

Lose the guns, not the children,

Drop the guns and the greed.!!

PAUSE.

NO gun’s equal NO school shootings,

More guns equal more dead children,

F@***@@g arse wipe child killing

American constitution.

DIDN’T GET

Thanks grace for hosting https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/26/openlinknight-317/ at #dversepoets pub this evening. this took me a while to chose one from a collection I have called Perspective. I wish to try and get it published as I cannot afford to self publish I am looking at the traditional route. there are others from the collection already on my blog page.

I DIDN’T GET THE VIOLENCE,

FOR ITS OWN SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET SOCIETY,

FOR OTHER’S SAKE,

I DIDN’T GET KILLING,

FOR MURDERS SAKE,

I DIDN’T HAVE KIDS,

FOR THE SAKE OF HAVING KIDS,

I DIDN’T BUY AN EDUCATED MIND ,

JUST TO MAKE IT FIT,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL JUST ARE,

OF THE SAME MOULD,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ARE ALL,

NOT ETERNAL,

I DIDN’T GET THAT WE ALL

GET JUST ONE LIFE EACH,

I WAS NEVER HEARD WHEN I SPOKE

I WAS NEVER SEEN WHEN I ACTED,

I WAS NEVER COMFORTED WHEN MY HEART WAS BROKEN,

SO, I AM NO LONGER HERE ON YOUR EARTH,

I DIDN’T GET IT WHEN MY WINGS WERE BURNT,

AN ANGEL NO LONGER,

I DIDN’T GET WHY I WAVED MY IMAGERY FRIEND GOODBYE,

I DIDN’T GET MY MIND GOING ADRIFT…………………………………………

Seashore memories #poetry

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/17/compound-me/

Seashore memories.

Walking Beach under Moon.

Light sand under foot.

Hunting under star,

Fish in rock pools swim.

Goodnight to the sun,

Burn of saltwater stings eyes.

Lovers embrace under moon,

Walk towards shared memories.

This evening at #dversepoetspub Lillian has us using compound words. (two words put together to make a single word). i have split some from the list given as requested but added some others.

Permanent Sleep #Quadrille

(Trigger warning: suicide attempt. (fictional))

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/16/quadrille-night-sleepy-times/

Thanks Sarah for a great prompt at #dverse poets pub. here in England we have recently had a mental health awareness week. so have taken the opportunity to write a piece about how Sunday night and Monday mornings can make you feel really low sometimes. especially when you are working in an environment you do not enjoy. not really living just surviving.

Permanent Sleep

Sunday night dredging anxieties,

Insomnia steals intimate serenity.

Mondain Monday,

driving melancholy,

Monotonous scheduled,

workload downhearted.

Dancing like a blade,

Across my tired wrist.

Mondain Monday,

Driving melancholy,

Conformed thinking,

Killing uniqueness.

Permanent sleep calling me,

Being driven by my,

Sunday night dredging anxieties.

Draco’s feast

https://dversepoets.com/2022/05/10/bon-appetit-food-poetry/

tonight at #Dversepub we are talking food in a poetic form. my vampire couple are out, out celebrating.

My dearest Draco,

I wish to share,

Lucifer’s favourite tucker,

with you my dear,

In remembrance.

Sharing our devotion,

Sharing our eternity,

Sharing our passions,

Sharing our bloodlust,

For our son’s memory.

The dark kings tucker,

Will flow from royal veins,

To celebrate,

Our anniversary,

When we became.

Your widow.

Dear Persephone,

You bring the starter,

I’ll bring the main,

Your company the pudding.

Sharing our devotion,

Sharing our eternity,

Sharing our passions,

Sharing our bloodlust,

For our son’s memory.

We will be royal,

When our feast is over,

The eldest left of our kind,

Last Human royal blood,

A fitting tribute,

To our son.

My widow I eternally adore you,

DRACO.