PeskyPoetry: An Anthology


Below is a preview of PeskyPoetry: An Anthology¬†available now as paperback and eBook on amazon. I’m looking for people to review the book for me… If you like my poetry would you mind buying a copy and writing a review on amazon.

Many Thanks,
The PeskyPoet

100th Follower


I’ve hit the number,
It’s high for me.
100 Followers,
Now read me.
Thank you all,
For choosing here.
For reading what,
I have to share.
Nothing I say,
Can convey,
My thanks to you today.

It’s My Birthday


It’s my birthday,
Don’t you know,
Happy Birthday,
Here I go,
Another year,
Older not wiser,
And the wheels,
On my life,
Go round and round.

Illegal Love Of 1947


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.

Time Moves


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.

Alternative Facts


We live in a time,
Filled with opinion not fact,
Filled with fantasy not news,
Where WordPress depresses,
And claims to be views.
***
We are closer to war,
Believing alternative facts,
Believing alternative news,
The rumour mill,
And the next daily sleuth.
***
Where are we going,
When alternative news becomes fact,
When alternative fact becomes news,
Are we lining our destruction,
Pulling the pin, lightning the fuse.
***
Is it not our right,
To believe alternative facts,
To believe alternative news,
Spreading our world,
Sharing our views.
***
Rights have responsibility,
Like teaching real facts,
Like dispelling fake news,
So be responsible and teach,
But not just your views.

Time, Just Stand Still


I am the youngest I will ever be,
Yet the oldest I have ever seemed,
Stop the clock now,
And let time stand still.

For he is the reason,
Life is never dull,
But sometimes I need,
The clock to stop,
And time to leave me be.

But he marches on,
Tick by tock
And tock by tick,
Endlessly marching to the metronome.

So cherish the time,
Because tomorrow as with now,
You will be the youngest you ever were,
But the oldest you have ever been.