Poetry is fun, Poetry is silly, I can feel poetry in my… hand. *** Poetry is a goose, Poetry is a duck, I can feel I don’t give a… hen. *** Poetry is a hit, Poetry makes me sit, Some people couldn’t give a… verse. *** Poetry can be blunt, Poetry can be a stunt, Poetry isn’t a… hard thing to write.
Now the nights are getting dark,
And the nights are getting cold,
Mental health is affected,
But it may not show.
Men get ill too,
But is often taboo,
They suffer alone,
In silence too.
So here we mo’,
I’ll let it grow,
And let it flow,
Show off my mo.
We rarely see each other, But you are in my thoughts, Each and every day. *** When life has been rocky, You have always been there for me, Even when you are miles away. *** Let me repay the gift, You constantly give selflessly, By being there for you. *** When you feel overwhelmed, Just pick up the phone and give me a bell, Let me listen like you did for me. *** The world seems dark just now, But I’ll shine the brightest light I can find, Like you would do for me.
Will boys just be boys, Or girls just be girls, Or can’t people be people, In our small little world. *** Why do genders have to be genders, And not girls be like boys, Or boys be like girls, Or just let people be people. *** Can’t we look beyond the gender, And see the person, Who likes pink and Buffy, But is still a straight man. *** Care not for the sex, And ignore the gender, Stand shoulder to shoulder, And never surrender. *** We are all human, The same under the skin, Red blood flowing through, The veins in all of you. *** We are born the same, Have the same needs, Expel the same waste, And leave the same way. *** Love people as people, That’s all we need, Don’t act out of hate, Respect, love and be great.
Stephen, I would like to say, I feel what you mean, In all that you say. *** I writhe with language, And feel the play of words, Especially at the blank page, Where I can write my verse. *** There’s something exciting, And mystifying about language, Whether it is English or gibberish. *** A rhyming poem, Can get me going, I absolutely also appreciate, A good bit of alliterate. *** Never have I felt more myself, Than swooning over words, Like a tailor over felt. *** There is also an excitement, In that special moment, You hear a foreign phrase, And you just know it. *** So thank you Mister Fry, For this spectacular piece, That please my ears to eat.
You may not see me, My presence may not be obvious, It may feel like I’m not there, But I’ll always watch over you. *** In shade or in sun, When you’re bored or having fun, It may be blowing a storm, And I’ll be watching over you. *** As you sleep in your bed, Resting your weary head, Laying there dreaming of what’s ahead, I’ll be watching over you. *** And when the day is done, The sun has been and gone, There’s no-one left for fun, I’ll watch over you.