The skies were blue
The trees were bare
French in part
Shanghai at heart
Even with the cool winter air
Warm hearts were there
Dance, play mahjong
Or take a stroll with mum
Welcome to Fuxing Park
Are you going somewhere?
Wouldn’t it’d be fun if I came too?
I remember the daily trip to school
A mini adventure
On a big double decker bus
Young or old,
Is there anywhere you want to go?
Look out for them,
Charging around, in a bright flash of red or blue.
You have to share,
But a sense of community can be found their.
Relax in your seat,
A moment of freedom is found.
Books, music, snooze or chat,
What will you do?
I will simply sit back and enjoy the view.
Stately stone towers,
Stand over the Thames river,
Watching years go bye.
An iconic sight,
That sighs when misguided types,
Say “it’s London Bridge”.
Remember ’Tower’;
London’s majestic lady,
And favourite Bridge.
Clean, shiny steel and birdsong soft and sweet. A place full of people, some fast asleep, where could I be?
Sensory perception everywhere, each
Day I wake with a need to seek, like an addict,
The sights, sounds, taste and touch that tantalise,
High and happy, I reach for more, and more.
Physical beauty, let me feast with shallow eyes open you,
Soft skin, let me lay these greedy hands all over you,
Fruits, spices, fish and succulent meats, let me gorge myself with you,
Fresh flowers, let your fragrance carry me away.
Suddenly darkness comes, alone, I am without you,
Nothing to see or touch, skies became grey above,
Sensory pleasure has abandoned me, betrayed by my reliance,
I’m beyond empty, withdrawal; the pain that remains.
I realise now that unchecked sensory pleasure results in pain,
Instead I stay with the ever present breathe; a simple pleasure that in its essence is me.
Winter is nearly here,
Let’s put on warming, woolly gloves,
Let’s put on cosy, cuddly socks,
Snow may be coming near,
Let’s put on heavy hoods,
Let’s put on some big boots,
We’ll go on a winter walk
We’ll go with a flask of tea
We’ll go with two cookies
Even if it’s cold outside
You’ll have my warm heart
I’ll have your warm heart
Never much liked to kiss, but I found something in the taste of your lips,
delicate and sweet and light,
and yet full of your depth,
Now you are gone, how can I go on?, I can’t even describe my feelings,
fleeting and elusive and subtle,
and beyond words and yet deeply real,
Dream like memories, reality had overwhelmed all my sense,
Days and months and years pass, alone
Now I find I yearn for your kiss
Fishing boats in wait,
Metal clangs, a seagull calls,
But otherwise still,
Fishermen resting
In cottages, a respite,
From the cold hard seas,
Wire mesh, wooden slats,
Lobster pots piled by the side,
Waiting for their bait,
A visitor walks,
Taking photos, fingers numb,
Scotland’s winter coast
Nomadic, that’s my habit,
Never in one place, that’s my taste,
Mario running from a koopa shell,
Never afraid, just need my space,
A story of time,
As seasons pass,
Of dream-like
Love;
A teacher of heartbreak, which breaks hearts, and
Sadness;
Distance from intimacy and intimacy with distance,
With subtlety time paints,
Portraits.
Prepared like art, with heart,
Eaten with care, flavours rare,
Japanese food is really that good,
Cooking and dining are national pastimes,
Ramen is a passion and,
Sushi a fashion,
That powers Tokyo life.
Outdoor walking, early morning, hills loom above; a tidal wave of green,
Damp socks and wet boots waiting, silence but for the trickling of a stream,
Wild mountainous terrain; sometimes rolling, often rocky, by chance is it a dream?
there was a cookie, gold like
the morning sun, with choc chips dark as
midnight comes, so crumbly to see
it’s comforting to me
But wait! – 500 calories, that’s just no fun.
Magazines lie like dictators cries, beauty brands try to sell fake style. Naturally soft and smooth only when new, but like all forms decays over time. Popped pimples, rubbed rashes, cuts and scratches, laughter lines and frowning signs, these may all come over time. The book cover of our lives. A living journal. A unique story; where true beauty lies. Superficial values and photoshop aside, look closely to see the real me. When the inside is healthy, the outside will shine. Eat natural, drink water, love yourself, and a warm glow will arise. Mirror mirror on the wall, am I not beautiful? as are you all.
bright orange and blue
just a small shelter it’s true
but I still love you
Prompt: Christmas
Device: Acrostic
Christmas tree, standing free
Oh so bright twinkling like starlight
Sitting underneath with wrapping so neat
Your gift and my gift, waiting patiently
I’ve just started the WordPress blogging university ‘writing201’ course. The first poem is based on the word prompt ‘screen’, the form ‘haiku’ and the device ‘alliteration’. Here is my 1st ever poetry attempt!
just a small, slight screen
the data it can display
I can’t comprehend
bright electric light
but is it real or fake?
an imitation
staring at your screen
from early until late-night
who is the user?
hakkanotogame