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English words to choose from in day to day life,
Most are obsolete, such as Groak and Brabble,
There are many that sounds pretentious and obnoxious,
But then there are our day to day words,
So have a humdinger of a day,
Go out and have a glass of soothing medicament,
And add to your lexicon,
To improve your colloquy.
Poetry is an internationally understood language,
Each country with it’s own variant,
Some sung, some spoken and some hidden.
Every person feels it differently,
And no two people hear the same,
We all experience it our own way.
Take this time to think about poetry,
That one poem that made you feel sad,
And that one poem that made you glad.
We use poetry to remember those passed,
And to immortalise things in the past,
Or we use it just as a way to have a laugh.
Celebrate the world of poetry today,
Read something new and share it,
And please have a Happy World Poetry Day.
It’s such a joy,
To speak to you,
In such a format,
It is my passion,
To write it down,
In the loved way,
It is my thanks,
To you my reader,
In reading my work,
A rosebush is like a family.
Each home is a rose.
The petals the people.
Just as people pass.
The petals fall.
Eventually the rose is bare.
A home may close.
The flower may wither.
But the rosebush keeps growing.
Each petal is remembered.
Every rose is not forgot.
The rosebush is not lost.
So remember each petal.
And don’t forget each rose.
Watch as the rosebush grows.
I sit in my cell,
Thinking about my sin,
Wondering what I have done,
Thinking about him,
I sit on my own.
I stand by the window,
Thinking what is love really,
Wondering what could have been done,
Thinking what is reality,
I stand by myself.
I love a man,
Thinking what is wrong,
Wondering what society has done,
Thinking why love is gone,
I love on my own.
Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
Honey bees on Autumn leaves,
Time moves on so we might see,
those honey bees on Autumn leaves,
and Autumn leaves on Summer trees,
When we wake tomorrow.