Ode to a Collie


A sheep wrangler,
A fluffy hugger,
A muddy runner,
These are some,
Of the qualities,
Of a collie.
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A lazy sleeper,
A fire hogger,
A bone scoffer,
All things done,
With great fun,
By my cute collie.
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A watchful friend,
A fierce protector,
A valiant defender,
What more can I say,
About my loving,
Short haired collie.

If I Leave Tonight


If I leave tonight,
And pass from this life,
Don’t morn for me,
Or wish me to life.
***
Just look up,
And see the stars,
Think of me,
Where you are.
***
I may not be,
There beside you,
But we both see,
The sky that you do.

My ABCz


After so much time,
Building a poetry profile,
Chances are I’ve written enough,
Done my fair share worthwhile,
Even when times were tough,
For a novice to write,
Gives a sense of pride,
Helping create my highlights,
Impressing those where I bide,
Just the thought of a challenge,
Keeps me writing all night,
Like an eagle with talons,
Makes me want to take flight,
No-one said it’d be easy,
Only that it’d be fun,
Playing with words like breezy,
Quenches me when I’m done,
Right when I wan’t to stop,
Seems to be the perfect time to start,
To write something that pops,
Until the sky is dark,
Verging on the redundant,
With the chance of being bad,
Xerographically showing what is abundant,
Yearning to make you glad,
Zooming me forward.

A Poet Without Their Pen


A poet without her pen,
Is a poet without her voice.
Muted and silent,
For no-one to read.
Unheard among the masses,
Unseen among the trees.
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A poet without his pen,
Is a poet without his power.
Weak and feeble,
Not able to help.
Unable to fight injustice,
Unacknowledged in the struggle.
***
A poet with their pen,
Is a poet at their strongest.
Loud and visible,
Speaking for those who can’t.
Shouting for those in need,
Screaming to help the world.

Today I Thought Of You


I thought of you today,
That is nothing new,
But I cannot tell you.
***
You were always there,
And I never knew,
How much I’d miss you.
***
So in the words you loved,
Life’s a piece of shit,
When you look at it.
***
Without you here,
I’ll live by your ways,
And enjoy my life.

Grow My Readers


This is a time limited post,
More a plea to all my readers,
I’m trying to grow my reader base,
in the vain attempt to make my dreams closer to reality,
I know I’m no God’s gift to poetry,
Please feel free to say no to me,
But could you find it in your heart,
Would you mind sharing my site,
With your readers, friends and families?
Ask them to follow,
And read through my poems.
I’ll happily do the same in return,
Thank you for your continued reading.

Cherry Blossom


The trees are heavy,
Blowing in the wind,
The ground changes,
A shade of pink.
***
The trees shed their spring coat,
And leave sprinkle their colour,
Over the paths and the roads,
Signalling the middle of spring.
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Look around now,
And cherish the sight,
All the wonder,
Of Cherry Blossom.