liverpool Poems

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The Liverpool Pigeons

The Liverpool Pigeons ode

Mrs Murphy stares blankly out through the backyard door The pigeon coop stands open since her children went to war Pals and chums filled the streets from Old Swan to the Albert docks The sons of the Liverbird leaving in

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London Fog

London Fog short poem

In the London fog she walks like light Light as soft as the lofty stars Dreams are haunted Liverpool ships Herdwick sheep bleating by Lake Windermere She sounds the bells of destiny Oscar Wilde with a black cane Morose of

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The Doubt

The Doubt prose poem

I could see no justice while the righteous were being deprived, I who fought for his face,I who resemble justice was driven by the zeal of what that represents true devotion,devotion for my thoughts that give an insight of my

Journey

Journey short poem

I remember that warm sunny day we traveled through wow what a long way ouch darn tree I remember we stopped there I saw I saw that waterfall it glistened it glowed what a pretty sparkle I remember when I

The Hermits’ Request

The Hermits  Request long poem

In a far off place gone from all known accepted civilization lived a man caught in his own world had a hut with green moss In the evening he prepared a table with a goose & port was a hunter

Survival Of A Planet

Survival Of A Planet short poem

Indigenous people’s right Is still stolen by day light You see you look you know The right from wrong and so Idle no more, to get The right back, that will let The web of life be healthy Prosperous and

cogito Ergo Sum

cogito Ergo Sum prose poem

Rene Descartes said “Cogito ergo sum” “I think therefor I am”. This is true regardless of our reality. Conscious of being is true regardless our reality, be it corporeal or digital. We may live in a computer simulation, but “Cogito

Forever With You.

Forever With You. short poem

Every little flower that blooms, Every day the sun when rise, Every night the moon when shines, Give you the wish to fly high! When in the darkness yiu fall, When in the crowd yiu get lost, Just close your

Retold Journey

Retold Journey short poem

Insane I turn around an amputee to live, for not living fighting the inner war speared, lacerated, like neanderthal in cave my weapon the serrated moon cried in fluted dark a glimpse of bare bones the ash of a bleeding

Black Hole

Black Hole short poem

She wept incessantly, Strived hard to bury her memories In the deepest black-holes of her mind Where no luminance penetrates. She idled the hours in melancholy, “An agonized soul, is she”, everyone says. No optimistic whim enters her darkest Black-

Kiss The Book

Kiss The Book short poem

I Like a book you can read a face of mine Just, again, don’t pass me by. My lips as desert are dry greatly, You can open them plainly. And see how I yearn to sip The nectar of your

Rags And Riches

Rags And Riches short poem

Deep blue, almost black, sadness. Being, my ache of existence. Eyes, no body in focus. A grey cloud rowing the moon amidst red stars. Bronzed tongue digs the spirit out of flesh behind the shadows. Alone me in unlived house

Fly Me To Paris

Fly Me To Paris long poem

Well once in a lifetime someone comes along Like an angel sent from Heaven to bring you Out of the darkness and gives a new meaning To your dreams… Well and it’s now I know I am a better person

I Am Anne

I Am Anne short poem

Someday while sitting at my table, I’d love to meet Anne of Green Gables, Then My Eight Cousins she would meet, They’re lots of fun and kind and sweet. But I have cousins by the dozens, Their chatter sounds like

Undoing

Undoing short poem

A tumbler climbs a rain in all crimelessness. Perhaps you will never know my invaginating self. The thirst has become a river. A pile of books and I cannot read. The shadow lengthens on the wall. An eagle melts in

What Is Color?

What Is Color? short poem

Anyone can see what color is. anyone can see. it’s this. Black on white In a multicolored screen. black on white On paper seen but what is color? You can look at me in an awkward style or you can

Spirit Guide

Spirit Guide short poem

SPIRIT GUIDE if you are near me, I pray you will show me the way. SPIRIT GUIDE if you can hear me give me a sign today! I wanna breathe your breath of wisdom deep into my soul. Touch me

Use It No More

Use It No More long poem

I mailed a letter to the almighty for the things I want, Instead the letter I received was attached with cowardice with it. A father with no spine neither free will to begin, Was one of the things God bestowed

Self Confidance

Self Confidance short poem

One may have lower IQ but his convincing capacity can make the listener lose a bit of his own IQ One may have higher IQ but lack of his self confidence can result in utter failure to convince the listener

Take From Me

Take From Me short poem

All that I have nothing is for sale. I am not a tree, not the Earth, not a thing that understands itself. Every day – a miracle beginning and ending in darkness dependent on sub- miracle biomechanical eyelids. and eyes

Yellow Face

Yellow Face short poem

When life falls apart you do not pick up the shadow. It is the shadow, which gathers you in arms. Little things make a difference a diety comes at your door. And a gift lies broken a little bread was

Hunting For The Spring

Hunting For The Spring short poem

Running from something better to leave it unnamed cold water muddy stream, convenience food wrappers in a kind of marketing survey, neons washed out pink and peach among moss wet rock and metal bridge stanchion rising a splayed hipbone from

By The Look In Your Eyes.

By The Look In Your Eyes. long poem

Everything good and bad lies in your eyes, Just as the stars shine in the night sky. Freedom comes at a cost, hope is free, Love is what you crave, happiness is the key. Beauty fades away, no matter how

The Other Side Of Light

The Other Side Of Light short poem

What do you see in darkness? Dark spots here and there. You are blind until you see the light. You need to enlighten by light. But darkness is not a bad thing. Absence of light, is called  darkness. So darkness

Chasing Dreams

Chasing Dreams short poem

Chasing dreams in the night Powerful thoughts with lots of fight Dreams of space and time Imagination wanders as I unwind Fairies and unicorns in my world Things I always dreamed of as a young girl Dreams keep you going

The Chasm

The Chasm prose poem

Somewhere, there is a chasm A deep cut in the ground A scar in the earth A wound in the world I stand over the edge My hair blows in the winds of endless freefall If I wanted to cross

The Ant

The Ant short poem

I toil ceaselessly in the Summer, to store in barns beneath the Earth for the winter. I get scorched by the tropical Sun for a colony made sufficient, yet without exhaustion, for my instincts make me efficient. I gather, heap,

A Raw Diamond

A Raw Diamond short poem

A rustic lass of early teens sells raw diamonds on a pavement. black stones are laid on a mat small rocks fetch her livelihood. ‘See, the stones can cut glass sheets, all are genuine raw diamonds, buy now or you

Places To Go

Places To Go short poem

I’ve places to go And things to do. If you have the time I will talk with you. I can’t slow down Time moves too fast. I’m heading to the future I’ve no time for the past. Old folks sitting,

April First

April First short poem

The thief helped the blind man up his front steps caressed his elbow and asked about lucky numbers and did he dream about more than one thing – was there smell and touch and sound, how could he tell if

Who Was Seeking The Light?

Who Was Seeking The Light? short poem

Your insistence to become something, to overstay existence was not fair. On a row of white shrouds – holding innocent beings, death was walking barefoot, crying. Between farewell and stupidity, staccato, shooting questions to life. What was the need for

For those in peril

For those in peril short poem

The maroons were heard in the dark hours of night Rain lashed, wind roared, the storm at its height Men roused from warm beds, no need to be told That lives were in peril on a sea cruel and cold

Wrath Of Humanity

Wrath Of Humanity short poem

Oh! Dear Almighty, No one ever imagined, nightmares could be so fair; It showers bullets, its floods human blood; The black masked men, taking everyone in their den; The den lying in the hell, ringing our death knell; Bodies are

Outrageous

Outrageous short poem

Everybody was half-naked on the trail of curves. Braindead. Emptied thought. A single vacant look. “Why me? ” I ask. Stay stupid in the crowd. Looking at the moon, indulgent. Plucking the nector from knobs of naked flames. No coming

One Moment’s Disaster

One Moments Disaster short poem

On one cloudy afternoon, the rumbling thunder along with the flashes of lightening, piercing cracked walls of a house in burning, cows died and fried, a school-girl fainted and the earth is washed out by heavy downpour.. A chubby charming

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy

The Lost Art Of Being A Dandy short poem

What happened to the dandies Those gentlemen of the grandest Culture Destroyers of dreaded boundaries Mockers of meaningless morality Inquisitors of a profound lack of imagination Guardians of good taste Messengers of modernity What happened to those 19th century hipsters

Some things

Some things short poem

There are so many things that happen, Some things are too subtle And some too apparent. Some, however insignificant, bring immense joy And some, no matter how big, make us cry Small gestures Simple words And great pleasures Silences that

Blue Moon Tavern

Blue Moon Tavern long poem

Well good evening and welcome… to the BLUE MOON TAVERN what in the world are you doing out on this dreadful stormy night here sit by the fire while I bring you somethin’ strong to drink… I usually don’t take

Simply Mendacious

Simply Mendacious short poem

Somewhere between being expressive and fictitious I got lost. Never did it cross my mind such drama for nuance, Maybe am not that adroit; but lately you’ve been so vexatious, Delving into an endless rest- for a tinge of flattery

Standing Tall

Standing Tall short poem

‘Tis easy to feel rejection and self-pity through plight Blaming outside circumstance toward reason When the best answer is, to stand tall and fight Good times and bad come to all like the seasons It is quoted: “The Lord helps