The child screaming in the block of public toilets
Echoes just like the children loaded into APCs
At the village where Willard meets Kilgore
The toilets much like the Americans care
Seeming to offer help from afar
But demanding their twenty pence worth
In smaller signage once the needy are there Continue reading
poem
Orange Abyss of Death
Things that annoy me make me write poetry; this week I was particularly vexed by the quality of an orange: Continue reading
not perfect like me
why would they do that?
I have no idea
absolutely none
and I‘d prefer leave it there
catching that glare
a reason there must have been
not every love or every life
can turn out to be Continue reading
Drop the Mic
What kind of mic do you have?
He asked when his name was called
As he lifted from the floor
A large metal briefcase
That he placed on the bar
Opened with a double click
As each of the latches got released
Lifting the lid an array Continue reading
delighted
what does the word
‘delighted’ mean to you
that feeling of being
anything but blue
full of happiness, smiles and bliss
the sort of joy sealed with a kiss
aunties responding to the news
of new nieces and nephews Continue reading
Heaven Dreamt
Have you ever dreamt
That someone dead
Never really died
But instead Continue reading
Slain by Summer
Slain by Summer. Part 2 of 3. Continue reading
Wind of the Willows
When teetering on the edge . . .
People Laughed
Poetry on the subject of value, age and perception.
With thanks to Jude K. S. for use of the header image; and likewise to Heather Green for the backing image used on Instagram (licensing).
People laughed
Because the pages
Were yellow with age
What you want to keep
That pad for?
They’d always say
Never realising
That what the paper
Carried in the curvy
Writing of a hand
Would be lost forever
So couldn’t be just
Thrown away
Even the idea
Terminology used
To describe casting aside
Was so beneath that
Contained inside
Thanks for reading 🙂
N. P. Ryan
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Fruits of the Loon: Tomato and Stu
The ongoing delve into mental health via the medium of fruit-infused poetry. Continue reading
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