Is a poem a poem no matter what,
Or should it rhyme or should it not,
When is a poem just a statement,
Or a verse a poetic lament,
Some like two lines in quick succession,
Some like Iliads that are never ending,
But whatever your preference for poetry is,
Does anyone know what poetry isn’t?
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Depression
There is something,
Heavy and dark,
It is highly populated,
Yet not understood,
Unmapped. Busy but silent,
Noisy but mute,
You scream like the others,
But nobody looks,
Nobody notices,
It feels like nobody cares,
This is the cloudiness,
That never fails.
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But don’t listen to it,
I have been there with you,
Suffered the same,
And known the shame,
People are here,
Willing to listen,
Willing to notice,
If you only let them, It won’t win,
When you have people behind you,
So if you need an ear,
Just shout me near,
And I will help you,
Any way I can.
Why I Love the UK
I’ve felt the summer sun glow,
and the cold nip of snow,
I’ve heard the autumn deer call,
and watched the fawns crawl,
I’ve seen the rain fall,
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and the rainbow tall,
I’ve smelt the honeydew in the air,
and smelt the cold winter air,
I’ve tasted the meat of the highlands,
and the fruits of the lowlands,
These things I say,
Remind me why,
I love the UK.
Keep an open heart
If you close your heart,
And close your head,
You won’t feel hurt,
You won’t feel dread,
For love will never get to you,
And you will never fell new.
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Love is worth a thousand tears,
Don’t fear to loose them,
Don’t fear to dread,
Just love the now,
And love the moment,
Love your heart,
And love your head,
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Never live in fear,
Or live in dread,
Let your heart feel,
If you have that someone now,
You know the love I speak of,
But if you don’t,
Then don’t fret,
Just let your heart lead you to love.
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Tonight before you go to bed,
Remember this,
You need your heart,
You nee your head,
To feel that love,
Just ignore the dread.
Lemons and Life
You are told in life,
“If life gives you lemons,
Make lemonade.”
But what about,
“Don’t take things from strangers,”
From this I say,
Life is a friend,
Greet it each day,
With a smile,
A hand,
And love it day-by-day.
Dyslexia Is A Blessing Not A Curse
Dyslexia has been a blessing not a curse.
It has made me infinitely better not worse.
I see the world beyond the words.
And feel the life beyond the verse.
My language skills are not reversed.
And although my spellings look diverse.
My knowledge of the language is not inverse.
What’s In A Name
A name holds the key,
To another persons ID,
The information you need,
If you want to succeed,
A way to know someone,
Out of a crowed of everyone,
And importantly it’s you,
When you are asked who,
And to me it denotes,
I’m the Pesky Poet.
