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 Oct 2021
Elizabeth Squires
the sword of Damocles
hung above his
head
and it suspended with
a very slender
thread

the sharp edged blade
did swing to and
fro
deciding at which time
his cranium would
go

though he is a man
in a powerful
position
nothing will save him from
the cold steel's
exhibition

sooner rather than later
we'll witness the sword's
drop
as it makes
the inevitable
chop
 Jun 2021
Elizabeth Squires
into a far reaching pandemic
the world was plunged
and to this point all the relevant
details have been expunged

somehow the panthogen
escaped its enclosure  
leaving the world's population
prone to the exposure

still there's a lingering question
in people's minds  
as to how the disease got out
of its confines

no satisfactory answer
has been furnished yet
which looks mighty like the gatekeeper
will get off with a let

one theory that was recently
put forward
said the virus leaked out
of the lab's unsecured ward  

in years to come the veracity  
maybe revealed
but until then much seems
to be well concealed
 May 2021
Elizabeth Squires
the azure sky
presided over the landscape
the azure sky
blue the painter's bright colour ply
twas brilliantly splendid of drape
bringing delight to an eye's cape
the azure sky
 Aug 2020
Elizabeth Squires
our freedoms
were
seized  
the day it arrived
on our respective doorsteps    
we're prisoners
shackled
tightly
to the disease's will
none of us can escape
we're heavily
restricted
our movement can't be
at fullest liberty  
the feeling of being
well hemmed in
stays constantly
on our minds
and we're all screaming
for
release
the holding power
of its infection
won't let go
and the torture
never
diminishes
 Aug 2020
Elizabeth Squires
they say
they say
that he'll be blown away
blown away
in a ballot paper display

they say
they say
that he'll have an unfortunate day
an unfortunate day
of terrible gray

they say
they say
that he'll be made to pay
made to pay
for his unpredictable play

they say
they say
that he'll receive an unforgiving spray
an unforgiving spray
from the fifty states array  

they say
they say
that he'll not survive the onslaught's affray
the onslaught's affray
which is coming his way
The poem is based on Donald Trump.
 Apr 2020
ConnectHook
It’s Easter in Coronaland;

The empty malls hold silent air.

There’s paranoia on demand

For Easter in Coronaland.

The baby chickens make their stand;

And pastel rabbit eggs declare:

It’s Easter in Coronaland

In empty malls of silent air.
PROMPT 12: write a triolet.
These eight-line poems involve repeating lines and a rhyme scheme.

Seriously, I think I have written WAY better stuff than this.
It was a completely formulaic write in response to the prompt...
But this Triolet is getting read and the others are barely getting 15 reads per day.
One thing about HP, it surprises one to find out what poetry others pay attention to. It is very counter-intuitive.
I think my recent *****-poem is much better poetically (?)
 Jul 2019
TheIdleOwl
31
There's a hurdler in the distance,
Approaching from afar,
Nothing struck him in this instance,
Though the setting was bizarre

He somersaults each in a flurry,
As the clouds threaten to rain,
The flowers flutter with worry,
As they sight the old warplane

He runs straight out the exit,
Takes a right onto an avenue,
Where streetlights line the docks,
And pebbles question you

Waves crackle over the pier,
As he flies across the decking,
He throws his hands up and volunteers,
To the cold hiss of forgetting

Some time later he awakes,
On a beach of pebbles and shells,
Hasty escape perhaps a mistake,
A fall from carousels

A tower commands the sea around,
Windowless, aged concrete,
He laughs and spins at what he's found,
Alive but incomplete
There is a world
With people.
All kinds of humans.
I've trod many a paths
Of a lonely kind.
You are amongst people
But Yet you still feel
Not a part.

Do people stop to chat
Offer a friendly look
A smile could be worth it's weight in gold.
To a person sitting alone at home.
with no-one but the cat.
Some people don't even have an animal to pat.
Often travel on buses and trams and find it's the ladies offering thier seat to the infirm.
What a world we live in
If only people (cared) enough not to be selfish or self seeking.
Greed greed greed.
Get this and have that.
Controlled by latest mod cons.
Faces stuck in a * worthless
Piece of *technology

We have lost the ability to *communicate

With one another.
Face* - to - face.
 May 2019
Elizabeth Squires
she closets herself away from our sight
yet her ball has the brightest of glimmer
a shining created for sheer delight
how dare she hide her radiant shimmer
behind the obscure curtain of a shroud
she's disposed to making us cheerless
by not displaying outside the dull cloud
why oh why does she behave so joyless
her rays won't beam in an opulent glow
there she chooses to remain concealed
her petulant manner has gone on show
we await the hour she'll be revealed
look our sun has had a change of heart
she exhibits her brilliant orb so smart
Cruel words
They sting  like  violent  storms of the sea
Crush  inwards towards the seashore.
Erase  a thousand  bad thoughts
Words spoken
Hearts broken
Over. and over again.
An  earthly father  
Doesn't know  how to forgive
But bruises  his own blood and souls. He tread.
There is only one who can deliver us from our pain.
Let us pour out  our hearts to our true Maker instead.
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