Tag: poem

On my own

When I arrive home

there’ll be no hugs and kisses;

no kids or Mrs.

 

by Scooj

Can’t wait for tomorrow

The Charity Shield,

start of the English season;

come on you Gunners!

 

by Scooj

Disappointing or Pleasing Bench?

Haven for worn legs,

withdrawn and blending into

an urban jungle.

 

by Scooj

Walk to work

From Bristol’s hills see

culture, history, progress;

ah! the stuff of life.

 

by Scooj

Politics

My grandmother said

‘Steve, it’s a mucky business’;

by God she was right.

Ragwort

Van Goughian splash

gathering red, green and gold;

soldier beetle flies.

 

by Scooj

Mid life

Reflected skyscapes,

distortions of waking dreams,

muddled horizons.

 

by Scooj

End of life

Once green, now yellow,

wheat heads groan in windy gusts

longing for harvest.

 

by Scooj