Life without poetry is like soil without rain
Leaving land barren and nature in pain
Life without verses leaves us thirsty and dry
Relying on memories, only making us cry

Life without words is like bread without butter
Our brains are a jumble of thoughts we cant utter
Unscramble the past, and find peace in the Now
Picture the beauty of blossom on bough

Use all the senses, the touch and the smell
Feel the way back from where we all fell
Let us fill up the pen with scarlet red ink
Write lines in colour and join up the link

Life without poetry is a bell without ring
So put down the words when we burst into spring!

Maggie

The moon is looking down
on this fractured world
And she's smiling
a wry, weird smile
All knowing, all predicting
the devastation
But the moon also has compassion
for us
And is sympathetic to our plight
She knows we will fight...

The moon is looking down
on this broken planet
And she is praying
That we'll come good
She sees the future
She knows the cost

But we, the optimistic
The lovers of life
Will strive
And live and love with hope.

Maggie

(I)

I once had friends,
gathered like pearls on a string.
I kept them with me,
as a bird would
with its pretty wings.
But once they outgrew me,
they all fell apart
and along with them
my fragile heart.

(II)

I heard a nasty sound,
with shaky hands I searched
their presence on the ground.
But they were gone,
already rearranged.
So all I had
was a tattered ribcage.
Frozen in time,
lost in space
a heart with no beat,
just a shallow haze.

(III)

I made friends with words
instead.
Once they were written,
they would all stay in place.
The letters on paper
toneless, they said:
"you are my creator",
to which I replied
"with pleasure.
as long as you are not a traitor."

© fey (16/07/17)

What would happen if the sun died
and the stars no longer shone
Would it be as dark as these moments feel
With no hope to call upon?

What would happen if the moon should freeze
and its craters turned to ice
Would it be as cold as these long days
When we long for a paradise?

When the lights go out
And the world turns black
We pray for a miracle
To bring normality back

And when I reach my final home
Leaving all the folk behind

I'll walk beside the fairy rings
and ease my troubled mind

Gone will be hurt of yesterday
With the lust of earthly desires 

In a clearing in the mountain
I'll burn my past on funeral pyres

Along with it goes ego
All pride and avarice

Finally, spent and weary
I will lay down my head in peace