Sonnet: A Mother

A daughter, sister, friend and a lover,

She was all of this before a mother.

From a child she became a woman grown

Her precious time was rarely spent alone.

 

Inherently passionate and caring,

Above all else she was kind and sharing,

Of her love, her time and all she could give,

Through the unfairly short time she would live.

 

But the time she had, she made the most of,

Sharing her time with her chosen truelove.

Then three new souls, created together,

Became her desire, her earthly tether.

 

Though she is gone and her presence we lack,

We love you mum, to the moon and back.

Sonnet: A. Trip

Chewing on minuscule squares of paper,

How long will it be before it kicks in?

Too late now, just wait for it to begin.

All too soon you are lost to this caper.

 

It comes, like all good things, to those who wait

Slowly at first, a peripheral haze,

Then colours and visuals steal your gaze.

And building at an exponential rate,

 

Individual thoughts come fast and straight.

They can’t be ignored, they always amaze.

Their lasting impact a need to appraise,

A lifetime. All of this because you ate,

 

A substance, which changes the way you are,

Into a trip, that can show you the stars.

Sonnet: Looking for Love

Looking for love in all the wrong places,

Swiping right on all of the same faces.

Asking questions getting one-word answers,

It’s a social media disaster.

 

Whatever happened to love at first sight?

Enter a room and just know that tonight,

Is the night where you will first cast your eye,

On a future loved one. No need to try.

 

Manners cost nothing, and when face to face,

We are more respectful and observe grace.

We strive to do and say that which is right,

And doing so, a shared future seems bright.

 

So go offline, go over and above,

Know in your heart you are looking for love.

Sonnet: Lost Tradition

White-clad cottages, stand like dominoes

Each one integral, each one unique

The land they stand on archaic, antique

Their owners tend to the cattle who low,

 

In the communal fields shared down below

The seeds of grass, stolen by a crow’s beak

Returning to a nest over a creek,

Does little to the fields. The grass will grow.

 

Long may the cattle continue to graze,

In the fields tended by man may they remain.

There comes a time when we must change our ways,

Or admit that we find ourselves in pain.

 

The old ways were the best ways. My high praise,

For lost tradition, is never the same.

Free Verse: Promise The Devil

Readily I accept my place,

In this world, or the next.

Wherever I may find myself,

I must try to find where I am,

Where I am the truest version of myself.

 

The Devil will tempt you,

With that which you will take,

As is your choice

As is your freedom to choose.

The Devil can give but takes nothing for his own.

 

He does not take,

Anything that is not,

Freely given.

Even that which is promised,

Must be given.

 

But be warned.

The Devil will wait, 

An eternity is nothing,

Compared to the void

Within an empty promise.

 

Live within this at your peril,

Lest it’s eternity damn ye less.

Than that of an eternity,

With the Devil himself.

Sonnet: Hear the Silence

Sometimes the silence is too difficult

To listen to, to hear, to acknowledge

It can be filled, but it always returns

Every return harder to filter.

 

Each time that you are forced to acknowledge,

That the only voice, for that you listen,

Is the voice you must accept, you cannot

Hear again, as it is already gone.

 

Last words mouthed, but not spoken aloud

And then you were gone, though I sat with you

Surrounded in love as you said goodbye

To us, to life, to the world that you knew.

 

Rejoining your family, already

Departed. You will wait for us to come.

Sonnet: Forty-Eight Letters

Forty-Eight letters that’s all it will take,

To topple a giant with no mandate,

And a heart full of selfishness and hate.

Who would rather her people never wake,

 

Her ill-thought plan an untested half-bake,

Her appetite for greed will never sate.

Isn’t it time to make the Torries wait?

Why are we rushing in for goodness sake?

 

Some decisions need consideration,

We cannot rush head first into darkness,

Burning ancient bridges as we exit.

So if after careful moderation,

We find the awful offer is heartless,

Then stand united and help end Brexit.

Sonnet: Happy Anniversary

How many times did I say, ‘I love you?’

Clearly it wasn’t enough for either,

A fight for love, a fight for us? Neither,

We fought each other with fierce words untrue.

 

I once said that I would look after you,

I did not mean to be a deceiver.

In me you were never a believer.

So as I prepare to live without you,

 

I must take this moment to say to you,

Happy Anniversary my lost love.

My heart is glad that we were together,

During the time that you allowed love to

Show us the way. Before you disposed of

Us, our relationship, altogether.

Sonnet: A Family in Need

I seem to sleep when I should be awake,

I dream rather than live reality.

Unconsciousness offers me amnesty,

From duty, and the decisions I make

 

One after another. I fear a break,

In our relationship. I disagree,

And so I must fight you to guarantee

My family get all that they can take.

 

As you research need, leave no stone unturned.

We ask only for that which we require,

We would never take that which is unearned.

But please make haste, for time builds only ire.

 

And if we feel that you are unconcerned,

Then be warned, for you shall face trial by fire.

Sonnet: The Donald’s Nightmare

Sharks! Land Sharks? What tyrant God gave sharks legs?

I pity the man who sees them and begs

I’d fight a land shark and it would beg me

To spare his wretch life and set the sharks free.

 

I wouldn’t spare them, I’d trap them! You’ll see!

Uh oh! I think the damn sharks have got me?

That would explain why I’m inside a cage,

Dorsal fins quiver with unbridled rage?

 

Perhaps I could beg? Perhaps just a bit,

Back to my office I’d scurry and sit

Yes! I’m sure if I ask they’ll see reason

Why anything else would be high treason.

 

Fire reflected in a beady black eye,

Land sharks will feast upon Donald Trump pie.

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