They’re dropping gas

So now they’re dropping gas on kids.

How do we put up with this?

Turn your back just look away?

Can’t think of such a thing today?

People dead from Sarin gas

Civilians helpless; air attacks

Suffocating, can not breath,

Convulsion and paralysis

How can we put up with this?

Beyond belief it’s such a mess

Dropping bombs on women, kids.

So much for the Arab Spring

Hopes of better things back then.

Must we deal with this today?

It’s got so bad what can we say?

Who’s fighting who, what for and why?

Why must all these children die?

Russian or a Syrian bomb?

Terrorist arsenal ? We don’t know.

Who dropped the bomb, what for or why?

All we know is children die.

The powers pile in, it’s such a mess

Why must children die like this?

We scarcely know who’s on what side.

Why must all those children die?

Who builds the bombs? What do they cost?

The cost we see is human lives.

What’s it about? How will it end?

It has to end that’s all I know!

How can we put up with this?

They’re dropping gas on women, kids.

Thwarted

You thwarted me

You queered my patch

You stymied me

You did me down.

I’m stuffed, done in

You blocked my way.

You got one over

Wrecked my day

I’m downed, defeated

Second best.

Dreams demolished

Hopes all dashed.

Who’d have thought

It could end like this

The likes of you

My dreams all thwart?

via Thwart

Storm

The floods break in; the waters rise
Can fiercer climate be denied?
Storms will lash; they have before
And yet the warmer clouds hold more.

We feel the rising disconnect
The peoples’ sense of discontent.
Who knows their will? Who rides the storm?
Who parts the waters; can perform?

The rising tides will not relent
Till crumpling waters force a rent.
The dam can’t hold, it’s washed away.
Who rides the storm? Can save the day?

Poetry Reading: Curse Coffee Cups, by Andrew Green

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Performed by Katelyn Varadi

Get to know the poet:

1) What is the theme of your poem?

Curse Coffee Cups is a patchwork of memorable lines of poetry that run through my head.

2) What motivated you to write this poem?

It expresses frustration at trying to come up with something original with a head stuffed with other poets’ work.

3) How long have you been writing poetry?

I was a (very) occasional poet until two years ago when I began to publish regularly on Wattpad. I have been blogging on my own site literally a couple of months.

4) If you could have dinner with one person (dead or alive), who would that be?

That’s difficult but I’m a huge admirer of Wendy Cope’s work and would love to meet her.

5) What influenced you to submit to have your poetry performed by a professional actor?

Rhythm and the…

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Inchoate Poem

You’ve caught me out. I’m slightly shocked.
You’ve kind of caught me on the hop.
The ink’s not dry, it’s still quite wet.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet…

It kind of starts a bit like this
But what comes next you’ll have to guess.
Don’t pressure me or make me sweat.
I haven’t wrote a poem yet.

I’ll write one soon, if you can wait
but hurry me up; it won’t be great.
Peeking now is just not fair
Half an idea, it’s not quite there!

Not quite there. It’s such a pity
Still born, half formed, inchoate ditty.

via Inchoate

No bombs fell

I’m running late
I didn’t sleep
The weather’s foul
The trains on strike.
The roads are clogged
The car won’t start.
I drank too much
We had a row
I made a mess
Forgot some stuff.

But no bombs fell on us today
Our home is safe
We’ll get to eat.
No sniper aimed a gun at me
My children all came home they’re safe.
Our house still stands.
We have no war.
Our minor problems hold no sway
For us today’s our lucky day.

Man of your dreams

If I dream of you
Will you dream of me?
Could we meet maybe
In each other’s dreams?

I’ll be so perfect
Met in a dream
And you, as always,
Will be perfect to me.

Could we meet perhaps
In each other’s dreams?
I’ll meet you there
If you’ll meet me.

You’ll find that I’m perfect
While you’re asleep.
It’s the one place I’m always
The man of your dreams.

Frigid – Daily Prompt

What’s wrong with you.

Frigid perchance?

How otherwise

Could you resist my advance!

 

How could you possibly

Resist all my charms?

Most  women swoon

And fall into my arms.

 

You freeze when I touch you

Go rigid, turn cold.

I find it upsetting

Truth to be told.

 

I can’t be the problem

How could it be me?

Why do you flinch

When  I just touch your knee?

 

Frigid https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/frigid/ via @postaday

Doggerel

Give three cheers for doggerel
The lowest form of verse.
At least it keeps us off the streets.
We could be doing worse.

There is no rhyme or reason
For writing stuff like this.
If you want proper poetry
Best give this a miss.

I’d love to be a poet
But doggrel’s kind of good
You simply write the way you want
And not the way you should.

You just keep writing nonsense
Whatever may present
It doesn’t have to mean that much
Just kind of make some sense.

They say that poetry changes things
That words can make a difference
But people seem to like this stuff
Is that a fair defence?

Nothing ever changes much
What ever we may do
So just churn out the rubbish stuff
Whatever pleases you.

There’ll be no revolution
And revolutions hurt
So just pretend; do make belief
And maybe get the shirt.

There is no point to any of this
It just goes on and on
Poetry comes of passion
But doggrel don’t need none.

Give three cheers for doggerel
The lowest form of verse
There’s not much point in any of this
But we could be doing worse.

Churn

You lost your job

We call it churn

The market fell

It took a turn.

You did your bit

We know it’s sad

But cheaper labour

To be had.

You took your turn

You did your bit

Too bad the little man

Gets hit.

Your time is up

So that’s your lot

You’re out of here

Soon be forgot.

via Churn

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