Quirk

October 26, 2016 at 10:46 am (humour, Poems, Stories) ()

On the shooting of a star
I hung my boots
and travelled far

In a book I read a line
that reflected
thoughts of mine

In a tree I heard a crow
teaching tortoises
to sew

Through the keyhole of a dream
I saw a sheep…
What can it mean?

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Cricket

October 25, 2016 at 9:28 pm (humour, Poems, Stories) (, )

On the twenty second of October
shortly after dawn
they were curled up in their castle
when her radio alarm went off.

She didn’t have to go to work,
the moon was still in the sky,
so, What’s this? he called out.
She smiled. The cricket, she replied.

Springing forth, she grabbed jeans and tee
and caught a plane to Bangladesh.
It came as a bolt out of the blue
that she liked the game so much.

He turned over and pulled the covers
right up to his goateed chin.
My, my, he chuckled, throatily,
there is much to know about Mother.

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Beetles

October 24, 2016 at 11:02 pm (Poems, politics, sociology, Stories) ()

One small boy climbed into an envelope
thinking he would not be noticed
thinking he would be safe.
He took a torch in with him
to ward off beetles
And a magnet
so he could attach himself
if the need should arise.
He was not a devious boy
And knew that trespassing could have consequences
But life outside the envelope
had worn little holes in the small boy’s soul
And as he posted himself
he felt only a sense of relief.

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Step

October 23, 2016 at 9:43 am (Poems) (, , )

The thinest movement
an extreme effort of will:
progress contested.

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