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Oh no not again
I knew it would happen
The unmistakable carpet stain
An innocent look of "it wasn't me"
As he bounds off upstairs
To spread more mud
"That's it you flee!"

Next time I'll be ready
With sponge in hand
And towel at the door
But you'll wriggle and squirm
"Just give me your paw!"

Swift and slippery
You think this is a game
Well i'm not impressed
On hands and knees with a rub and a scrub
Giving my patience the ultimate test!
My cat tries to bring muddy pawprints indoors all the time. I love him, but it annoys me a lot. Here's a poem about it...

Copyright Joshua Reece Wylie 2023
Loosen up the tongue
Liven the mind,
Live for the words,
Learn in swift time.

Look for fresh ways
Listen, take care.
Lap up the praise
Love it, despair.

Luck you will need
Laugh at your blunders,
Layered and limitless
Are a languages wonders.
Copyright ©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2022
I've been  looking at the German language and most recently Spanish again. I lived In South America for 6 months (mainly in Argentina) so the interest was already there for that. I'm not sure where the German came from, perhaps the visit to watch Germany Women against France at the Euros instigated it. Anyway, I thought I'd write a poem in relation to languages.
A Simple rhyming one, but I like how it turned out. It is also my first piece of work for some time, although I have several unpublished works in drafts. These I consider to be better quality and will therefore be sent to publishers when I see fit before appearing on Hello Poetry.

27th Nov. 22
As I breathed in deep fresh air,
its sharpness a timely kick to my lungs,
I uttered words of praise to God –
these words were unfeigned honest feelings.
Instantly a smothering weariness slackened its grip, faith and nature the sure-fire tonic to fragments of a bruised soul.
Overhead, Terns coasted: side to side like a pendulum.
Swirling unseen, the wind stroked my exposed skin
as the springy grass began to waltz between my uncovered toes –
the sunlit reflections on a glassy brook
unveiling a gaiety
etched on my widening smile.
Crisp water in cupped palms slapped against my butter-soft cheeks
that flushed a plump-wine-red
(full of fruitful vigour),
and satisfied the thirst for assurance – invariably found within the Lord.
Published in Calla Press Literary Journal Spring Issue I 2022. Copyright ©️Joshua Reece Wylie 2022
I bathe in endless sips of your love
'till the watery depths of my stomach
gurgle their dissapproval,
leaving me sick.
copyright ©️ Joshua Reece Wylie 2022
  Apr 2022 Joshua Reece Wylie
zak
sometimes she forgets, and
she wakes me up by touch - i hate those
late nights, because i am robbed
then of hypnopompic tranquility.

most days i wonder what it’s
like, having zero obligations -
i dozed off in the surf, painted neon blue
by some nearby coral beast’s castoffs.
it wasn’t dawn i was waiting for,
but just the tide rising high enough
to submerge me completely -
my lovely wicked moon its accomplice.
  Apr 2022 Joshua Reece Wylie
RobbieG
When I'm high, I become the guy, that when I'm not, is hard to become, but when I'm low, I become the guy, that when I'm not, is hard to overcome!
There are sometimes just too many words,
to use, to pick or say,
we think we have them sorted,
and then they slip away.
We know the right ones
and plan what ones to use,
until we get all flummoxed,
leaving ourselves confused.
I used to be good with words,
but they've vanished from my lips,
if you're good with words yourself,
please give me some tips!
A simple poem, lighthearted. Writing is slow these days - it's not just themes and topics, but the words don't flow as easily. This poem portrays every writers anguish as they soul search for some new creative flair!

Copyright ©️Joshua Reece Wylie 2022
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