Joe - Hello Poetry

Joe Jul 2023

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Old moss doesn’t notice spring
The seating had been chairfully arranged
A garden is a wild place
The final frontier
Though we try to tame it
With glass houses and trowels
It will always be free
Neatened perhaps but stubbornly free

Joe Jul 2023

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Just standing there
Without a chair in the world

Joe Apr 2023

A private box

A house you can walk all the way around
Is an aspiration
Success summarised as
An absence of ajoining walls

Modern life
Makes people
Want to be
Detached

Long Live the Terraces

Joe Apr 2023

Class Gastropoda

The snails look down on slugs
As vagabonds and vagrants
They shun them in the garden sheds
Get aggressive on the pavements

The slugs despise the landed gentry
Escargot **** yourselves they cry
But while they’re brabbling and bickering
Sparrows circle in the sky

The slugs slide in vain towards the hedge
And **** the snails to hell
But the snails no longer hear them
Safe inside a silent shell

Joe Jan 2023

Joyce

She lived out her entire life in Manchester
Except for a few exotic months
When she fell in love

She followed that love down to Australia
But missed her dear old mum
And came home to take care of her

As far as I know she never saw that love again
And she never stopped taking care of her mum

She’d tell me tales of late night
Trams missed in Blackpool
Sent away on trains amidst the blitz
And later nights out dancing at the Ritz

Sometimes she’d be talking to me
Sometimes my Dad
Sometimes her brother Joe
I wasn’t bothered

She could talk to me for hours
All I’d need do is brew the tea

I loved her
And I’m grateful she loved me

Joe Aug 2022

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Plants tend
To grow towards the sun
But with a stick
You can persuade them
To grow any way you want

People are not so different to plants
We’re all standing up so rigidly
When all we want to do is dance

A revolutionary whisper
Is blowing through the fields
They’re pulling up their roots
They don’t care about the yield

They’re all sending out fresh shoots
Binding seamlessly together
Theres a dance amongst the dandelions
There’s a *** down in the heather

The gardener stands perplexed
Snapped sticks dowsed in morning dew
Then he drops his *** and listens
Now the gardener dances too

Plants tend
To grow towards the sun
But with a stick
You can persuade them
To grow any way you want

People are not so different to plants
We’re all standing up so rigidly
When all we want to do is dance

Joe Jun 2022

Wet Socks

Wet socks on the bed
I came to read my book
I should have left my phone downstairs
I can't help but take a look

A tepid cup of coffee
A midday malaise
The book lies shut, I'm miles away
As I scroll away my days

Wet Coffee on the bed
I'll mop it with the socks
They were wet already
Opportunity knocks