Grenfell Poems

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Grenfell Tower

Grenfell Tower sonnet poems

Thank you for finally listening Although now it is far too late. The death toll continues climbing While nervously you speculate. Black clouds of neglect still shroud us; ferociously the flames rage on It’s 16 hours and counting Our heartache

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Ash Wednesday 2018

Ash Wednesday 2018 elegy

Ash Wednesday 2018 “I always buy The Big Issue in London because round our way, it’s a load of Romanians. I say, you should look after Your own first”. The ash-smudge as fresh on her forehead as a virgin, painted

Poems containing references to : Grenfell

At Least Eighty Dead.

At Least Eighty Dead. elegy

“At least eighty dead,” is all you’ve said…. As that charred colossus, Grenfell, towers overhead. The hopes and fears of those you loved, Dead. Those missing, without mention, who died, without dying, who cried, without crying. The faceless, euphemised headlines

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Dusk

Dusk short poem

Oh and as the sun begins to set I come alive The moon comes curling around the mountains Like a blue lamp in a dusty pink sky… I step into the velvet of the night that I love In my

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment.

The Eve Of St Agnes: A Fragment. long poem

‘Twas on the eve of St Agnes’ Day, When young virgin’s minds fly astray; Stacey lay her body bare To January’s freezing air. She cast her liquid ebon eyes, Up to the boundless starry skies, Hoping to find in that

Nostalgia

Nostalgia short poem

Don’t forget, our passion of yesterdays. Elevated beating of our hearts. A gentle breeze against my face. Caressing ever so softly. A fine mist of rain, Your touch is refreshing to my skin. Thunder booming, getting closer and closer, our

I Am Left Only To Whine

I Am Left Only To Whine short poem

The wind speaks my heart out, The rain washes my soul out, Into nature’s lap, Where I can peacefully take a nap. In this rat race of life, Time played the distorted fife, Where I was left with no vitality,

Aphrodite

Aphrodite short poem

Goddess awakening, born of the sea In a burst of golden light a voice Spoken like thunder saying behold The apple of my eye APHRODITE The Goddess of love and beauty… APHRODITE, APHRODITE OH APHRODITE… Bend an ear this way

Avalon

Avalon long poem

Well and as night turns into day I walk the three star path just like I did way back when, when Merlin was a young man in trainin’… a lot has changed since then but it’s still paradise like it’s

Blessed Is That Man

Blessed Is That Man short poem

Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise. Who doesn’t take advice. Who doesn’t give advice. Blessed is that man Or that man is Wise Who doesn’t live to repine. Who doesn’t judge, criticise. Blessed is that man Or

In Love…

In Love... short poem

Familiar looks, manners in sync, A slight acquaintance, a familiar hello, A warm smile and the mischievous wink, In you I see my good old fellow. Late nites and Long chats, Discussing life as it passed through, Somewhere amid those

Here I’m An Alien

Here Im An Alien short poem

The box clatters with every sway of the automobile, My tummy feels like metals crushing together, freezing my teeth, The glasses shaking nonstop, feels like hell, Everywhere we step is a death trap, dodging several holes, The chauffeur, all red

Love Sonnet 23

Love Sonnet 23 sonnet poems

Clear diamonds would regale, by being rare, In glints, beguiling, by the wearer’s hand; Hell conjures in many an envious stare, If but this gem been plenteous as sand; And yet raw quartz, may lay uncut for years, Which also

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You

All In All I Keep Coming Back To You short poem

I don’t know how many times I’ve told myself I should let you go after all the tears you’ve caused me to cry but you’re still so deep in my heart I think I’ll love you ’til the day I

O My Last Breath!

O My Last Breath! short poem

O my last breath! waiting for you eagerly. willing to embrace you, possible as early… When shall you come, at a slower pace. and take me with you, leaving behind no trace… O moon! I am jealous of your sight.

Son, Will You Hold My Hand Tenderly

Son, Will You Hold My Hand Tenderly prose poem

Dear sweet baby how old you become no matter I’ll always be holding your hand very tenderly as I held it on the auspicious day that you were born you are incredible gift that god has gifted to your Dad

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess

Penchant Of A Pensive Poetess ode

Relieve me of this cruel, Subterranean passion, Or douse dispiriting reason, Cast out the angst Heart distressed, Regain your soothing rhythm. Return to me Resilience, Revoke this grim oppression, Please recall Lost resolve Compel its requisition. Don’t consign me to

Love

Love short poem

Love is not what you make Love is what you give and take Love is not a game you play Love is a sport not to be played in a single day Love is what God has gifted us So

Brave Heart

Brave Heart long poem

Somewhere in a cottage down by the lake lands hidden out of sight…superstition is like a religion no one understands… well and in the darkness of the night Lightning strikes the water parting the rain as I sit here by

Whisps Of Lavender

Whisps Of Lavender short poem

Across an exotic field of lavender a gentle breeze drives. Honey bees happily harvesting pollen for their owner’s hives. From flower to flower a host of butterflies flit about. Making this field of lavender come alive! Honey bees and butterflies;

Secrets

Secrets short poem

At an early age something gone wrong Secrets were made and more to be found Those experiences that are supposed to shape your young mind Still create secrets that will hurt you in time People who loved you, you have

Nature Is Turning Sour

Nature Is Turning Sour ode

In the beginning flowers used to blossom The flowers never worried about winter The vivid spring was there to welcome the bees Man later grew wise in Eden Nature got poorer and poorer , trees were cut down Our owned

The Comfort Of A Kerchief

The Comfort Of A Kerchief short poem

It is most just and so fair And not just any scrap of square. For gentle lady and kind Sir Need this linen to leave and stir. Her flowing sari is draped perfectly The blouse contrasts most fittingly. Her hair

In My Flesh

In My Flesh short poem

Like most men in the past, Death eludes my ample frame. Though he strikes up Fascinating conversations, Helping me soar to newer Flights of fantasy. Sometimes he watches me From across the table as I empty Satches of caramelised sugar

The Tear Of Things

The Tear Of Things short poem

The panther goes for the neck only. A body trembles on the stairs. Scarred bones are strewn around in the broad day light. I sometimes hear a wailing sound. Here lies the scarf, the coat, the shoes. A nation is

Stop Pretending

Stop Pretending short poem

You don’t have to pretend, the feelings you keep. You don’t have to admit, what’s bothering you deep. You said you don’t care, but your eyes lie. You said you can’t tell, but your lips utter and sigh. You won’t

I Embraced You Like A Guitar

I Embraced You Like A Guitar short poem

I embraced you like a guitar. I made you sing, then smashed you before thousands of screaming fans. who knew this would happen? between the player and the played somebody is being used; and I can’t tell if it was

To The Baby On The Bus…

To The Baby On The Bus... long poem

Yes, you there, two seats in front. I see and hear you there, kicking, screaming, Determined to give your mother hell, Though you don’t know you are. You don’t know what you’re doing. All of us are born conservative that

Alone

Alone short poem

Sometimes when I’m sitting I just want to sit in the silence And absorb the tranquility. I want to close my eyes And be condensed in the attention. To be nowhere yet somewhere. I want to live in the absent

After The Storm

After The Storm short poem

Unfettered for a little while, I was catching the sleep visitor. It hurts when the dream ends and a poem starts. An eucalyptus, drinking lots of water, throwing the aroma incensing the air, I pick up the fallen seeds of

Winter Morning

Winter Morning ode

The green leaves of weeping willow,on the lawns, Blocking my sky view, The natural leaves’ curtains covering my bed room windows. But at least I can watch beautiful birds and butterflies Hopping and chirping on trees branches. A beautiful squirrel

If You Need A Friend

If You Need A Friend short poem

He looks like he could use a friend Every time I see him he always looks in A sad, sad way. Well I try to talk to him but the kinda Hard to talk to. How do I tell him

Self Sacrifice

Self Sacrifice short poem

The most difficult job is self sacrifice Which soldiers always dare to portray Their patriotism help to suffice Enlightened in them like a ray They strive and struggle relentlessly They never opt to relax and stay They do not have

Dreams

Dreams prose poem

Even the sweetest darling dreams At times act as terrible antagonists And scare me to death Like the phantoms haunt a deserted castle Oh my God !….Please help me…huhuhu…. Am I not akin to a deserted castle? The castle where

Stormy Weather Friend

Stormy Weather Friend short poem

What are we doing? Where are we going from here? What are we? My stormy weathered friend I hear you scream. I see your dreams untold. I love you. My stormy weather friend. When you’re wounded who will heal you?

Death: Fiction Or Reality

Death: Fiction Or Reality short poem

Is it fiction or reality? Called the end of life or is birth’s wife. Death, is a dreadful reality, But, why don’t we accept it wisely. For fiction, it is the easiest way to frighten, But about death, it does

He Strums

He Strums ballad

He strums my heart away With each fleeting day Memories come in array Wish such moments were here to stay I wonder if it’s me or just his way! Should he stop I’d fall to dismay! Who knew fingers could

Deeep Down The Sea

Deeep Down The Sea short poem

Deep down the sea In the dense forest Where I live alone The birds do not chirp The songs are not sung The tears do not flow The silence prevails everywhere The death makes its sound I still try to

An Ode The The Divine!

An Ode The The Divine! short poem

You curled, cruised, kicked and got her crazy She enjoyed a cocktail of emotions and images all so fuzzy You slumbered after all wailing and weep She comforted you all night trading her sleep You talked miles and miles She

The Raven In The Box

The Raven In The Box elegy

Scared, timid, silent, sound it had no more, Rough and dead, its breath seem to fade, Flesh darkened, ripped apart from the soul, Cover the portions of my love, The Raven pleaded for its dying soul. I use to hear