YOU WERE

You WERE on my mind

When I walked out to the ledge

You WERE on my mind

When I left the ledge

You WERE on my mind

when I felt the wind rush past

you Were on my mind

when the pavement filled my vision

You were on my mind

When I kissed the pavement

You were on my mind

When the paramedic scraped me up

You were on my mind

When I awoke in the hospital

You were on my mind

Until I spoke to my family about yo

You being on my mind IS WHY I JUMPED

I no longer need your ABUSE, so leave now bully

Now my family is back on my mind

OpenLinkNight #267

open link night for dverse

https://dversepoets.com/

might be one of my older posts but one that with a message that is important to me. i cannot stand bullying. and would love to help stomp it out.

lazy romance

Is Romance the anti-terror?

Is Romance a cloak? Keeping,

The lazy rich away from reality?

Romance only real for the few

Keeping them away from the real world’

In the life of working people.

Romance is dead, romance is dead.

Romance bring us back from life,

Fire popping sparks like stars,

For the factory and office drones,

No time for romance, no time,

No time for the love of life,

Only the sparks of greed’s lust,

Romance is dead, romance is dead.

Me aloof oh no not I,

Societies misunderstanding of me,

Shuffling me out the side,

Turns I awfully stand offish,

Because I have no need for romance,

Romance is dead romance is dead.

I the Low battery, yet another low battery,

The sounds of modern life,

City rush, city lust, no city hush,

Cyclist dead, train late, another suicide,

Romance is dead, romance is dead.

Card shops sell you flowers,

With cards of I love you my valentine,

For all those with no words their own,

Commercial romance at a price,

Romance is dead, romance is dead.

Rose tinted childhoods,

Everything was golden,

Childhood sweetheart dead at fifty,

Childhood long gone into the past,

Romance is dead, romance is dead,

So is this poet’s heart goodnight.

I AM GILES SPARROW.

Giles Sparrow is my name!

Spreading my poetry by Graffiti

My mind rebels against the bars

The bars, this society’s rules

The rules of the easily offended

The black van awaits my broken body

But these thoughts I leave

Written on these walls

May my ink on these walls

Give you a better future

The blood of Giles Sparrow my ink

Do not waste my blood

So those who come after

Do not repeat the mistakes

OF what came before.

Last Tree

Hello dverse poets this is one of my first poems written after listerning to “big yellow taxi by Joni Mitchell one evening a number of years ago. I am having a thin out of some of my least popular poems this evening and realised i had not promoted this at all so thought open link night might be the right place for it.

#dverse, #globalwarming

https://dversepoets.com/2021/09/02/openlinknight-299/

Alone I stand my feet in the earth,

Head held high, even inn the fog of man,

Metal beasts wanting to tear at my core,

their breath burning man’s lungs, the lungs I could help.

My lifelong friends long since felled,

Replaced by more asphalt beds,

For your oil eating, carbon decanting beasts of burden,

Built as salves, to the dark destroyers,

Here at last is our ending,

Here comes the ripper of friends,

To tear me branch from trunk,

Till you have no more of my kind.

To many vapour trails look down,

from the dirty grey,

that was once the clear blue,

that my friends kept blue,

As I lay here to die torn apart,

Leaf from twig, twig from branch,

Branch from trunk, trunk from root

GOODBYE.

RAINBOW PUDDLE #ecopoem

#ecofreindly, #antiplastic

hello #dversepoets i have chosen this poem for open link night tonight because it has just been accepted to be shown at a local Creative Climate Exhabition that is being on because of the #cop26 meeting coming up soon. this poem waas written back in 2017 ans is one of the first i put on this blog.

https://dversepoets.com/2021/10/28/open-link-night-302/

A child’s booted feet

Jump the rainbow puddle

Diesel on waters top

Holiday on tropical beach,

Washed up waste at your feet,

Plastic from the oceans depths,

In Leaving the earth dressed,

man’s hand me downs,

Of smog and pollution.