Joe Cole

Joe Cole May 2015

Last year I wrote a poem called rose buds, I also set a series of challenges out of which we got six dailies
Well let's try for another daily*

I liken our young teenage writers here to rosebuds
Then visualize those rosebuds in full bloom

Well there it is, it's springtime so its simple, write a poem about a rosebud

Joe Cole May 2015

*Of Dogs And Poetry*

My Mollie dog is the full article
Well rounded without being fat
Where as Amber my daughters half grown Labrador
Is all loose skin and ears bigger than her face
No substance but a beautiful girl
In a doggy sort of way
I read a lot of poetry here
Poetry like Mollie, well rounded
Full of substance
Poetry like Amber
A loose skin containing little substance
But none the less beautiful in its own way

Poets just like puppy dogs grow in stature with time and they to fill out and become even more beautiful

Apr 2015

Marshal Gebbie

In the Shadow of Everest

In the shadow of Everest people are dying
Crushed in a chaos embirthed from beneath,
Emerged as destructor of temple and Taos,
Emerged as an innocent killer... bequeathed.
History crumbles as heavens roar mightily
Ghorka is dead in an avalanche of rock,
Beggars and potentates crushed in the brickfall
Dharahara’s fall leaves men gaping in shock.
Shuddering mountains in avalanche of free fall
Wails of the stricken as quaking defiles,
Gold topped pagodas and statue of ancients,
Sculpture of lions now a rubble in piles.
Khathmandu in the clasp of calamity
Nightmarish forces arisen from deep,
Grasping the earth in their grip of profanity
Monstrously tearing the bedrock from sleep.
A techtonic ****** of Asia by India
Nepal’s Himalayas ****** to the sky,
Inconsequential, this plight of humanity
Nature proceeds as poor Nepalese die.**

M.
ANZAC Day 25 April 2015

Joe Cole Apr 2015

our lands, the lands of the free

Equality For All

Why do you despise
Those who must fight to survive
In our lands
The lands of the free
Those who walk the cracked concrete streets
High on the cannabis ****
The dull glaze in their eyes
No will to survive
No hope, no future in sight
Hispanic and black and *** country white
Painted with the same ***** brush
Their only crime is the place they were born
Born on the wrong side of the track
But they to have rights
Be they black brown or white
They to have voices to be heard
You live in your big house
With untold wealth
The taxman to defraud
Fancy car and swimming pool
A room filled with fancy shoes
Yes shoes never worn more than once
Then left there on the shelf
You write a cheque for a million dollars
But never give a thought
For those on the other side of the track
Down trodden whites, Hispanics
And the un educated blacks

*yes, our lands, the lands of the free

All to often we call upon them to serve and die for us but still all to often treat them as second class citizens

Joe Cole Apr 2015

Word Block

Yes it happens
Even to the best of us
No subject
No ideas
The brain dead
An empty void
I don't know why it happens
Know not where the problem lies
I only know the gift has gone
Words lost in endless skies
I do my best for you my friends
But I'm just a human frail and weak
But still my friends I try to write
The words that keep you sweet

Joe Cole Apr 2015

Write Not

Write not the words that rhyme
If that is not your way
But rather write the words
That have so much to say
A poem is but a story
Of loves long lost, love found
A poem is your speaking soul
A silent cacophony of sound
Poetry is from your heart
On subjects so diverse
Metaphors and cliches
Formed into stanzas and of verse
I don't mind about how you write
Of the subject in your mind
You are the sole creator
And your words cross space and time

Just write

Apr 2015

GracefulWords

Cry of the Crowd

The clamor of attention
The cry of the crowd
This is what she wanted
Her dream, her hope, her song

The only thing that felt 'right'
Was her future as a star
But now she's finally here
And realizing she was wrong