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Adult Poems

Poem: Adrift

Adrift.   Taking down the yellow brocade box From the top of the wardrobe And going through the memories Of married years . .  

Haiku: Blood In The Water.

Blood In The Water.   Those things we fear most – Do we attract them to us By that very fear. . .

Poem: Liar,Liar.

Liar,Liar. . . So, is gritting your only job, Constantly spreading it underneath Every conversation that we have In order that you don’t slip-up. . .

Poem: Love Me Do.

Love Me Do. . . Although I would move Both the heavens And the earth for your love, The simple truth is That it is not in my remit But in yours. . .  

Poem: Christmas Eve.

Poem: Christmas Eve. . . It’s hard work trying To swim against the tide Of office workers Released from the pen, Moving through the spaces like salmon Going home. . . .  

Poem: Setting The Scene.

Setting The Scene. . . The newly caught kindling Showed flames behind the glass, Which lent a glow To the still unfriendly room Full of glowering Gothic Furniture. . .  

Poem: Buddleia.

Buddleia. . A buddleia bush. Rangy arms thrust In every direction. Not tidy, or well ordered, But decorated like a masterpiece By butterflies that congregate Upon vivid blue flowers. . .

Poem: Contact.

Contact. . . A late night call From someone you love, For no other reason than That they are thinking about you, Is what makes sense Of a sometimes puzzling world. . .

A Lost Sheep Comes Home.

Hi, . How is your week going so far then! Mine has been quite interesting. . Yesterday, I received a comment about a poem of mine which I uploaded last year, called Lost Sheep. . Here it is…. Lost Sheep. . He is a little lost sheep Through no fault of his own Out beyond […]

Poem: Small Pleasures To Be Had.

Small Pleasures To Be Had. . . The high point of the day Is toast and Marmite Cut into little fingers, And then there’s the postman, Bringing the promise of a letter, Or something unexpected. . .