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The Sky Above Weeps. – Promote Yourself

rainy day

The sky above weeps.

Bloated rain drops

Languidly roll down glass sheets,

Like crystalline beetles

Scurrying and

Hurrying.

 

Outside people ebb

And flow like shoals of fish.

Scintillating streams

Pouring down streets

With a canvassed sheen;

Spilling out into town and country.

A deluge.

 

Their waves crash down with a sound

Like towers of fragile flutes

Toppling to the ground,

Countless grey faces reflecting

In the foam of all the all-consuming,

Unrelenting.

 

Yet somewhere, beyond sight,

Brilliant white birds soar:

A gliding reverie

In a clear swept azure.

By Jay St John Knight.

http://www.theopusofajaybird.wordpress.com

GOOSE FAIR

Goosey- Goosey gander where do you wander

Down to the forest where the grass is so green

To the goose fair site where all can be seen

With all the smells  in the air what a wonderful atmosphere

Helter Skelter roundabouts and Dodgem cars all whirling about

Mushy peas and candy floss

children screaming as the rides go so fast

There’s Gipsie Rose Lee is reading  your  palms

Filling you up with all her charms

Big wheel so high I feel I could touch the sky

Its time to go as the goose fair lights go low

Then trailer’s packed and off they go

This year’s gone so fast

By
Thomas Sims

Mystique and magical fun

Wow it is Goose Fair

Where I have arrived

A magical land

Full of glistening jewels,

That stands before my eyes

Every one lit up like

Diamonds in a crown

Like a rainbow in the sky,

The beauty is all around

Like a magnetic field,

It beckons me

To the  mystique of the big wheel,

I follow the crystals

One by one,

Every one a different colour

Enticing me to discover,

Each and every ride

Is mystique and magical fun

By Gillian Sims

Goose Fair Experience

 

fai

The time is upon us,

An atmosphere of excitement fills the air

Waiting for that convoy of vehicles

To start assembling Nottingham Goose Fair

 

In a matter of hours they start to assemble.

Like a jigsaw all has its place

A city of activity and manpower

Of steel erected at a furious pace

 

When all the construction has been completed

Transforming the whole area with light

The lord mayor of Nottingham presides

Ringing the bell, to the eyes it’s a wonderful sight

 

The sound of the music, and rides

All the people milling around

The excitement is tremendous

As they all ride the merry go round

 

The terrifying rides are an attraction

For those who dare to try

Spinning them all around

As in the night sky they fly

 

The kiddies enjoy themselves

On gentler rides at a slow pace

You know that they love the ride

By just looking at their face

 

There is candyfloss and balloons

Mushy peas and jellied eels

Everyone are enjoying themselves

For in the distance you can hear the squeals

 

So if you are ever visiting Nottingham

You must experience Nottingham Goose Fair

It’s an experience you’ll never forget

You then can tell your friends you were there

 

Malcolm Bradshaw

Why Poetry … for a Message … Dramatic? – Promote Yourself

po

Harder to write and to read than prose, but poetry
expresses far more elegantly, passionately
and emotively than one may ever, hopefully,
aspire to … prosaically.
 
A form of written expression … so seemingly … like lyrical hymn,
has been … historically … so seemingly … favored by Him.
To wit, the superlative verse of the great poets, amongst them,
Ovid, Emily, Robert … and the immortal … William.
 
Shakespeare’s reputation, amongst thoughtful (wo)men
is amongst … the best … of the west.
It is complemented by the east’s, Khalil Gibran;
between them; amongst the best … of the best.
 
And so it has been that inspired by Him, Willy,
Khalil, Ovid, Robert and Emily, et. al., when expressively
needing to deliver a passionate message … dramatically,
authors know; there’s no better way … than poetically. 
 
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico

https://www.chachomanopapa.wordpress.com

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Warnings Around Us … War … is Surrounding Us – Promote Yourself

vol
 
The lesson of Japan’s Mount Ontake volcano: catastrophic change is, potentially,
but a moment away … a fine autumn day … turned deadly.
 
Oh, what a specious … species … are we. With abundant signs of potentially
imminent change all about us, we turn blind eyes … with constancy.
 
Popular unrest in Hong Kong, a restive lull in the Ukraine and open hostilities
in Iraq and Syria aren’t enough to open eyes … widely.
 
The lesson of Japan’s Mount Ontake volcano: catastrophic change is, potentially,
near. Please … heed my plea; abnegate nationality … to exalt humanity. 
 
By Miguel Vera from Puerto Rico

https://www.chachomanopapa.wordpress.com

https://www.facebook.com/chacho.manopapa


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Annual – Promote Yourself

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Flame leaves lick the sky,
the sun sinks sooner each day,
your delayed germination,
petals gone in the breeze,
just days left to blooming,
and I forgot to water you.

I hope you enjoy my work! I am called Hayli May, and I enjoy life in Michigan’s breathtaking upper peninsula. Comment with your blog if you write short poems, because I’d love to check yours out!

It seems like yesterday By Gillian Sims

The coming of goose fair by Malcolm Bradshaw

Lightning Strikes – Promote Yourself

LIGHTING

Livid vivid colours stretch
And retch
Crashed and splashed
Upturned volcano
Streaks

Then lulled
Downed and drowned
Phenergan phenomena
Pretence parading
Patiently pacing
Till

Passionate crash
Crescendo
And back again

A rumble
Crumbles
Gradually away

Cheryl Bhagwandin
cheryl62blog

Is forever too much? – Promote Yourself

oo

I lay on my back.

Witness to the eternal marriage,

between the black velvet Sky,

and his pearl white Moon.

Such harmonious contrast made me jealous,

If the lunar cycle can last forever,

why can’t we?

Hi, my name is Levin Balakrishnan.

Hope you enjoyed my poem! Please do check out my blog: http://levin589.wordpress.com

Forgive the Sinking Ship – Promote Yourself

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A misty thirteen
etched by
teased images
of a new blue
windowed seat.
These waters
are doubt’s
turbulent resin.
They scream
within heart
and desire.
I have yet
to set sail,
to navigate
the days
sans the
savvy eye
of your soul.
An absence
profound,
a depth
too severe
as the distance
of time
sheathed
by yearning
to begin again
within gentle
wishful tides.
Nathan Lindsay

Page Turner – Promote Yourself

rei

Sleepless

I awoke

to a visit from the muse

 

in that one

open moment

I remembered

 

mine is nothing

but another story

scribbled on the one

 

blank page.

http://gowithingowithout.com/

One Love Always
Jason x

My Mum – At Harvest – Promote Yourself

table
When I was eight
She decorated the communion table
One side green and lush
Real water running
Down home
made
steps.
The other
Dry
Sandy
Rocky
With a cow’s white
Bare bone skull
In pride of place…
Our house stank
For weeks
And,
Unfortunately,
I knew
What brawn was…
cheryl bhagwandin

Honey in the Middle – Promote Yourself

honey
My heart is
a tapestry woven
with turmoil
and love’s
bittersweet foliage.
And yet,
within this
moment,
I am drawn
not to the
evergreen solace
of a heart’s
finer truth,
but to
the honeyed
concoction
of baser thoughts…
gliding fingertips
traversing
the territory
of your skin;
pressed lips…
mapping
the weight
of pleasure’s
bite…
bound
and centered
by night’s fall.
Nathan Lindsay

Flatlined – Promote Yourself

robi

Walking, talking, but no emotion

Robotic movements fall in line

Waiting, hoping for life to enter in

Watching blindly no thought comes to mind

They were human beings, now only human without a spirit

I cannot help but notice their bodies have flatlined

In need of rejuvenation, someone to tell them it’s not their fault

You have been tricked by the enforcer’s subterfuge

Do not take to heart their lies and deceit

They would have you take on the responsibility and heap

Burdens they pile on, your shoulders cannot bear

“Fake it til you make it” they say, they do not care

Yours is not a burden to bear alone or make pretense about your home

Spiritual death is what they bring, by way of a false patina overlay

Find yourself, be honest and true

Brace yourself; you are your own glue

Hold fast and find comfort in knowing

Yours is a purpose worth digging deep and discovering

Fearful of this, they will try and derail

Your thoughts, your persona, behaviors and all

Be yourself, be real not phony

Admit your faults, work through them for true matrimony

Realize their lies and do not take them on

Connect with others in sincerity and integrity

Earnestness will awaken the deadened soul

To bring to and end disconnect and cold

Dara Reidyr

 http://daraswriting.wordpress.com/

A PREMONITION – Promote Yourself

reaper

See Death…
*moroseness!*

See its shadow…
*fear!*

Closer…it’s closer…
*trembling!*

Coming to me…
*morbidity!*

To you too…
*despairity!*

Even him…
*oddity!*

Death whispers…
*shivering!*

Saying what?..
*mercilessness!*

What! What!..
*hopelessness!*

Who hears death?..
*traumatic!*

Who’ll be harbinger?..
*frustration!*

You hear death?..
*ah!*

Me, him hear too…
*eih!*

We live pretence…
*opprobrium!*

Death opt for all…
*aversion!*

But it’s true…
*messmerism!*

Are you prepared?..
*calmness!*

Death stings anyday…
*repugnance!*

One by one we’ll go…
*certainty!*

Yet not now…
*solace!*

My name is Abegunde Timothy
You can know more about me through my blog: stachats.wordpress.com

“Swathed in Gold”. – Promote Yourself

gold2
Swathed in Gold
The gentle
high frame
of her cheeks,
swathed in
golden braids.
A dream of
a couple
awakened to
smiles after
years
of
long, & lost,
conversations.
A library
of memories
between them
over the solitude
of a meal
silhouetted by
the heavy,
cool calm of
a morning lake.
The man leans in
for a smile from
his beloved
and whispers
only two
meaningful
words:
That’s her…
Nathan Lindsay

 

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