Daily Archives: May 30, 2017

It ain’t over and I’m the fat lady by Oonah V Joslin

I am not a silent poet

We’re all strung up on election wire.
It grates, cuts, shreds and twangs
with every changing wind that aspires.
Westminster long since lost it’s chimes
with the people. In these divisive times.
like spider webs, discord spreads,
echoes across chaos, dividing friends,
in the name of god or money. Lies
dressed up as truth: as if the truth is some
thing simple or certain or can be
untangled from the past. Wires,
wires, wires, wires and no communication.
We are divided. Divided. A nation of have-nots
being hung out to dry. But we have
a voice. We can sing together one final, long, loud note.
We can decide which orchestra plays.
Don’t waste your right to VOTE.

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#chestercathedral by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

i come to you each month to leave a prayer to be said. i have no faith yet live in hope.

look at mosaics, oh absalom, my son, my son.

wonder where the justice is. i come to think on things. each time i am challenged as to my reasons, & do i have a ticket?

it is enough to put some off from visiting at all. only the brave. thank you.

pray for them, all is in disorder.

chester

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.. wouldst thou be pm, an abbreviation.. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

archaic or dialect question, in appropriate.                         a lowly start

with slight misgivings,  i come arrived from the country, an immigrant

here.

if the task came to me unlikely, i should sew profusely.  a safe bet in that

something grows decently.

do you know how to stitch a lie, when all about grow honesty?  mine was

white last year,

now nothing germinates.

the question is irreverent, no disrespect meant.  forgive me, this is the second

time. this time,

i shall stay.

despite my nationality.

face

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.moving on. by Sonja Benskin Mesher

I am not a silent poet

moving on from the last verse of girly looking

after girly, we stopped at the jeweller’s window.

the assistant, neat looked bore & very clean. the

rings were                  three thousands and more.

enough to take her        home and more.

“yes sir you may buy the ring, for a
thousand pounds, or choose to save
her life”

bound

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