Tag: PoetryMonth

Launch Text To SpeechThis sneaking cynicism that creeps Into every work, without contemplation A contriving bent, with such plain ease Its heart is lent to the knife’s like slice As Though, a cushion for my satisfaction. Neil W.

Launch Text To SpeechWhat if, in the basement Of your house you discovered A secret passage that took you Into and underground world Full of heavy muzik and drums, Chanting musical mantras Dancing, raging fires burn – Could this be Heaven or Hell? Either way it feels good to me. Sheila Masterman

Launch Text To SpeechDark grey hills stand tall and smoky Gangs walk passed, how society has changed, If only we had one more chance, Instead of keeping a low key Dark grey hills stand tall and smoky Why we let others make our minds up baffles me Forgetting these people are human too, how strange

Launch Text To SpeechA turn in the road and the street is in sight, A rusty old street sign sets the tone, Gangs of people loom in the grey haze The litter-strewn bushes are a green relief My senses are heightened Pace of walk slows as heartbeat quickens The gangs congregate in their usual places

Launch Text To SpeechThis town that I call home, Surrounded by moors and hills Not far from the coast. The view from the top of the bank A sight to behold – the works That helped to build the place and the bridges green and blue, even the clock at the top of the old

Launch Text To SpeechI care about people, the environment, myself I am carefree when I’m having a drink with my friends I don’t care for asparagus, turnip or sweetcorn With care we can share things Care is loving and giving Without care we are nothing To really care you must Experience things both good and