I spy with my London eye

Big Ben telling the time

as these thoughts like the River Thames

flow through my mind

Thoughts of love for my city

I write these poems

To make up for the empty slogans

that gassed me up and left me choking

I held too much in, now outspoken

is how I am, now my mind is open

Rhythm and Poetry

I’ve seen those tough as oaks

weep like willows

even the hardest thugs can have tear stained pillows

most can’t see the forest for the trees

The fear of being left out is what it’s all about

No one wants to get laughed at or be the odd one out

No one likes to feel rejected put down and dejected

Rhythm and Poetry

Summer is the best time

so let me start right here

It’s my favourite season

I wish it could last all year

The sun feels real near

and it can get so hot

It was a cold winter day,

walking down Oxford street

is what I was doing,

I have very quick feet

I was window shopping

going into different shops

When I was a kid

poetry seemed boring

complex words on a page

that almost left me snoring

I felt no connection

that language seemed foreign

All the Best - Roger McGough

I give you clean air

You give me poisonous gas.

I give you mountains

You give me quarries.

 

I give you pure snow

You give me acid rain.

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

Frost spins white lines

on the lawn,

grass turns glass-like,

crisp crackle-snap

A F Harrold -poetryline

From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold

 

If you think the tooth fairy has it tough

spare a thought for the Finger Nail Pixie

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