Poem of the Week

Tortured Innocent

Hurt cuts deep into my heart
tears fill my eyes
As my little angels locks of gold
fall in clumps of desperation
and lay upon the ground.

How can my child understand
why should she stand alone
I cannot protect my princess
as children stare,laugh and taunt
I can't stop the corner giggles
that scar her innocent tortured soul

God protect her confidence
strengthen her spirit
keep her proud and smiling
for come what may
she will always be my daughter
my sunshine in every way

Poem of the Week

Sheep Syndrome.

Lets conform from the age of three
as the decree of conformity won't let you be
for you will hold your knife and fork like every other living dork

Lets all wear our uniforms, to school, work and play
blazers, suits and football shirts
will ensure you do not stray

When the time comes to vote ,you know it's not for thee
you shouldn't vote for anyone outside the family tree
Follow your fathers,choose one of three
or your vote will be a waisted one
that's democracy you see.

On saturday nights lets go to the pub
watch X factor and Dorothy
Lets not be original
for conservative we should be.

Let the masses follow each other in predicted sheepish ways
so the shepherds have it easy and predict our every way.

James Larkhill

Poem of the Week

Exploration

Deep in exploration
my tongue doth dart so sweet
caressing shallow valleys
and lashing valleys deep

Touching teasing tender flow
I harrow softly as I mow
to the place where lovers go
the place where I will but sow.

Dipping,lapping in and out
circling round the flowing spout
So deep I plunge in gushing waves
through the stream that lovers crave

Drowned and tired I find my rest
my lover sighs and begs to rest
my tongue has lost its final zest
in pursuit of loves conquest.