Tag: Poetry

Colours

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Blue, gold and silver,

the heavenly hues of a

frosty winter dawn. 

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by Scooj

Cold start

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Bitterly cold morn,

frost-laden station; sitting

on Metro for warmth. 

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by Scooj. 

*the Metro is a free newspaper for commuters. 

Dancing

 

In the shaft of light

dust particles dance gently;

warm winter sun ray.

 

by Scooj

Very very tedious

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New Year’s Eve shopping

car park utterly gridlocked

might be home for twelve. 

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by Scooj

2016

 

Let’s hear the death knell

for a turbulent year and

look forward with hope.

 

by Scooj

Tragedy and Celebrity

 

It has come of age,

celebrity, and now we

mourn collectively.

 

by Scooj

“I’d just as soon kiss a Wookie”

 

Farewell Fisher queen,

boyhood would have been poorer

without you Leia.

 

by Scooj

 

Why the long face?

 

That Friday feeling

but now it’s time to cheer up

Christmas Eve beckons.

 

by Scooj

Contrived

 

Think I’ll sleep on it

and consider my view that

nothing else mattress.

 

by Scooj

Fulvio

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Italy’s finest

kind, witty and most charming;

farewell my fine friend. 

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by Scooj
On the departure of a colleague to pastures new.