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David R Mar 2021
Covid 19 they called it,
Coronavirus' latest hit,
Through air 'n breath contracted,
Through touch 'n cough, sneeze 'n spit.

The plague it swept humanity
Plucked sweet lives of too many,
And suddenly, respite for yee,
Approved vaccines to keep us healthy.

They flashed the headlines with its news,
It beat Trump's company out the pews,
But then the naysayers proclaimed their views,
"It'll **** you; it's a public ruse!".

"It'll change your DNA", they said,
"Bill Gates is out to make you dead",
They came fast, those prophets of dread,
On social sites and media threads.

I heard it from son's father-in-law,
I heard it in the streets galore,
I heard it in God's Name swore,
In chemist-shop and grocery store.

Was it coincidence that the majority
Of those cynics said no to authority,
Disagreed with statistic, with facts in their face,
With death that had decimated the human race?

Might it be that the deniers
Were the real death-suppliers
They that spread the false fires
With their rumours and coloured flyers?

So I went online and booked my appointment
For a jab by the NHS and a dab with ointment,
I'll roll up my sleeve, I'll savour the moment,
I've made my decision, I'll have my enjoyment.

And with the injection, I'll fight disappointment
The confusion sown, the anxiety poignant,
I'll do my bit with the needle's deployment,
It's the ayes that have it, not your street-clairvoyant.
David R Mar 2021
****** softness,
Angelic colour,
Gentle to taunt us
Queen of Summer.

Still she rises
Golden wonder,
Shows her prizes
Makes me younger.

Pink's too ordinary,
It's more lavender,
Heaven's emissary,
Beauty's avatar.

Aroma intoxic,
Sweetest optic,
First Rose in Spring,
Thou art everything.
David R Mar 2021
Heart palpating
Mind is racing
Mouth is dry
With silent cry.

So I went to him, all nerves,
All jitters and all swerves,
Smiled awkward, feeling helpless,
Breathless 'n defenceless.

"Take a tablet," he said,
"You lack chemicals in your head,
Not your fault at all,
That's the way you were born."

So I took the pill
Went for the ****
Now my mind is dead
No happiness. No dread.

So which is better?
To live and fretter,
Be woebegone
OrĀ an automaton?

To be or not to be
A feeling existentiality,
To be a soul with a goal,
But nerves out o' control ...

Or not to be myself,
But as a book on a shelf,
No feeling nor living
With constant misgiving?

To feel, to think,
Are God's gift to humanity,
I'd rather be a madman
Than a vegetable with sanity.
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David R Mar 2021
I dip my quill
Into the ink
And wait for it to write,
Thought starts flowing,
Letters appear,
As sweet fire ignites.

Letter begets word,
And word - image,
Creating worlds old and new,
Magic of words
Combines with mind
Enchant you as voodoo.

From my mind,
The words flow,
Guided by rhythm 'n tempo,
Through my arm,
Into a pen,
Rising to a crescendo.

Like musical notes
There is a beat,
A tune the poet hears,
With dexterity
He arranges
Sweet music for your ears.

Quill, quite dry,
I let it rest,
Peruse rhyme manifest,
Mind finds pleasure
To read at leisure,
And sweet rhyme ingest.
David R Mar 2021
Love is the smile,
The warmth in my *****,
As I hug my child
To his presence succumb.

Love is the crying,
The longing for father,
On his death-bed dying,
Face softer and calmer.

Love is the tea
I make for my wife,
The nod, 'I agree',
To avoid her strife.

Love is the worm
Fed to chick 'n nestling,
Grubs as they squirm
Into hungry fledgling.

Love is the strokes
Of artist on canvas,
The mellow sweet notes
Of musical stanzas.

Love is the cry
Of soul in prayer,
The longing eye,
The hot, sweet tear.

Love is the beat of butterfly wing,
The buzz of the bee with honey and sting,
Love is the heat of summer and spring,
Love is the language of Elusive King.
David R Mar 2021
Crackly prickles,
Sharp as razors,
Teeth like little
Alligators.

Black thorn,
Stalk dried,
Bush forlorn,
Flowers died.

And then, Spring angel,
A whisper gave,
As in a fable,
A magic wave.

From dried twig,
Emerged a bud,
Within the sprig,
Elixir blood.

A hint of green,
Edged with scarlet,
The garden queen,
A youthful varlet.

Bedecked in emerald,
Gives haughty bow,
Once naked 'n bald,
Now jewel-filled bough.

With nod 'n light wink,
Royalty with diadems,
With sunrise pink,
Citrines, pearl gems.

Soul of my rose,
She lives on eternal,
Forever she grows,
Ever youthful 'n vernal.

The soul of your rose,
Lies hidden and waiting,
As poetry prose,
As life pulsating.
David R Mar 2021
Am I dead yet?
Killed complete?
Without knife or bayonet,
Life taken, discreet?

Is what was, no longer?
Did she the fire extinguish?
Have I lost to the warmonger?
Soul perished in anguish?

Yes, the drummer still beats
With rhythm sweet,
But it's faint and retreats,
As a distant bleat.

I'm not gone yet,
There is a flame,
E'en extinguished cigarette
Can still inflame.

I believe still,
A fire can ignite,
As spring daffodil
On a building-site.

Don't give up hope,
Don't slide the *****,
If she still hurts,
There's sweet deserts.

Keep on fighting,
Try your best,
Know her biting
Is the acid-test.
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