Category: 3. Poems

Home improvements

 

Nothing is

where it ought to be;

upside down,

chaotic,

it could be some time before

normal life resumes.

 

by Scooj

Invasion

 

Winter sails

closer to our shores

glancing blows

so bitter;

there is nothing we can do

but sit tight and wait.

 

by Scooj

Walk

 

On my own

walking Bristol streets

on tired legs

this cold day

blowing away the cobwebs

shaking off the blues.

 

by Scooj

Love and respect

.

The workshop

was where we spent time

away from

all others;

my grandpa the carpenter

I the observer.

.

by Scooj

League

.

In the sun

the boys play football

the sky blues

play at home

against the claret and blues;

Sunday league football.

.

by Scooj

My first shadorma.

Cucumber and wine

 

Picture this: a man

chomps on a whole cucumber

in his other hand

a half-full bottle of wine;

A Bristolian breakfast.

 

by Scooj

28 Years

 

It’s a long spell of

continuous employment

serving the public.

Today it comes to an end;

a switch to Civil Service.

 

by Scooj

Dog house

 

I don’t want a dog;

overruled by family,

now I’m in a grump

along with our cat Ninja

and George the chameleon.

 

by Scooj

First years

 

Intoxicated

with life and a new purpose

young students gather

fresh-faced and full of promise

as I was once long ago.

 

by Scooj

 

To meet a hero

.

Serendipitous

occasion or was it fate

meeting in this way?

wetsuits, snorkel and a mask

incredible levellers.

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by Scooj