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.

If Life Were


If life were a song,
I’d sing it for you,
Every line that I’d sing,
Would bleed and run true.
*
If life were a play,
I’d act it with you,
Every line that I’d say,
Would be just for you.
*
If life were a talk,
I’d speak it for you,
Every word that I’d say,
Would be to love you.
*
Alas life is just life,
This much is true,
So please let me spend,
Every moment with you.

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.
***
Look around now,
And cherish the sight,
All the wonder,
Of Cherry Blossom.

Little Laidback Ladybug


Sat on a rock,
At the height of the day,
Is a little spotty friend,
Whiling the time away,
Just waiting for aphids,
To chew upon,
It rests and waits,
For dinner to come,
It’s alliteral little laidback ladybug.

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

Our Lady of Paris


She has stood the test of time,
A sight for all who visit.
A mainstay of masonry,
A standing of french missionary,
Now she crumbles to the ground.
Reclaimed by time and land,
Today we stand with the French,
Hurting round the world as one.
She flickers in the red and amber,
lighting up the Paris skyline,
Where she once stood so prominent.
So long, our lady,
We cry.

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.