WHERE!

we were asked at the #dverse poets pub tonight to imagine being outside looking into a house of our choice. To start with I felt a bit like a stalker. but then wondered what i would see if i witnessed, well i will lett the poem do the showing.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/10/poetics-outside-looking-in/

WHERE!

Where do I enter this house of love?

I feel the love coming from this place,

Mixed love and pain why?

I knew this house with no door knob!

I feel the love coming from this place,

Love and peace for all emanates,

From these very walls.

I once knew.

Mixed love and pain why?

Heartache and loss, hurt and grief,

I knew those in grief and loss.

Love and peace I project.

I knew this house with no door knob,

It was once my home full of love,

Now I watch as my family say goodbye,

To me myself and I.

Blackberry Temptation.

here we are again on quadrille monday at dverse poet pub. with the word stand. This piece is inspired by a young child I spotted on my cycle ride home from work this evening. With his face covered in blackberry juice from a hedgerow his father was picking from. remembering being both father and child in that situation got me thinking what if I was not privaliged enough to have such privalage.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/09/dverse-monday-quadrille-stand/

Blackberry Temptation!

They stand tears in eyes!

Blackberries out of reach,

Barbed wire fence, gun tower,

Between them.

Nature’s harvest torments

mocking empty bellies,

Of starving prisoners,

Guard’s faces

smeared and taunting.

Child and father remembering

Taste of blackberries before war,

Death summons on barbed wire.

i am taking this poem to an open mic night on sunday 29th august 2021.

Red Buttons #poem

Open Link Night 298 – August live edition

Written for all the hard workers of the world who get no respect for what they do.

#fortheworkers

A donkey jacket is a black woolen coat traditionally worn by the laborers on British building sites and road repair crews in the winter.

RED BUTTONS

Red Red buttons on black donkey jacket,

Worn by dirty faced worker with eyes of tired red,

Both torn and tatty after a hard life

of work and toil, toil and work.

Who will pay their respects?

To the owner of the red buttoned black donkey jacket,

Little respect did he receive, In his big part of this society,

Society will fail his without work efforts.

His wife saying goodbye in her best yellow hat,

But no on ever knew off him no one ever will,

No statue will bear his name or the name of any grafter,

Or wear the red buttoned black donkey jacket.

The red red buttons,

One each for the children he leaves behind,

They carry his coffin down the avenue

Of cherry and blackthorn trees in full dress of blossom,

Darkness in the hearts of fellow workers saying their goodbyes.

To the wearer of the red button black donkey jacket.

Dark Widow named

written in response to #dverse poets pub poetics prompt on persephone.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/08/03/poetics-persephone/

Dearest Draco harvester’s son,

Here I sit at the grave of my rancid parents,

You hated mothers’ socially corrosive snobbery,

Fathers’ god like morals belittled everyone else,

The very reasons my love for you blossomed.

You hated mothers’ corrosive snobbery,

An over protective curse, out to divide our love,

She hated your low born human status.

Fathers’ god like morals belittled everyone else,

Playing into mothers’ caustic snobbery,

Both trying to steal man’s future happiness.

The very reasons my love for you blossomed,

You defence of me from my rancid parents,

Killing them we did together.

Your dark widow Persephone.

My dearest Persephone (my black widow)

Your marriage to me was your escape,

Your escape from a possessive mother,

Your mothers curse of undead aimed at all men,

Our son Lazuli born in the cave of Ceves.

Your escape from a possessive mother,

The reason for my undead curse

Pomegranate’s curse driving my blood lust.

Your mothers curse of undead aimed at all men,

You joining me in the undead dominion,

The only way way to keep Lazuli human.

Our son Lazuli born in the cave of Ceves,

Under duress of your possessive parents,

Killing your parents, Saving Lazuli from becoming undead.

All my eternal love Draco.

AUGUST

for tonights #Dverse poets pub prompt we are talking the month of August.

Haibun Monday 8-2-21: August

August.

1986 the year I awoke my musical taste. Invisible Touch by Genesis and August by Eric Clapton my first two albums. Invisible Touch my fav of the two. But that does not work with this prompt. Sat at an open mic as the prompt comes in where else will I go.

A little album history, received my first kiss as “It’s in the way you use it played” drifted into my ears for the first time. The title “August” given because it was the month that his son Conner was born. His birth is reported to be the reason he came out from “Behind the mask” of drugs and drink.

“It’s in the way you use it.” And “behind the mask” both tracks on August.

“Tears in heaven.” Erics tribute to his son Conner when he passed away.

Conner August born

Demon conqueror his son

Tears in heaven now!