Words

Words
By J R A Gigney

Words can hurt.
Words can cause wars.
Someones rhubarb,
Is anothers blah blah blah.
And yet we make more.
Some even swallow the dictionary.
But words are just words,
They're not worth killing for,
They're not worth dying for,
Yet they cause tears,
Heartache and joy.
Words are curious.
Some use them to hurt, to hate.
Time to learn to be diplomatic,
Or you will lose the argument.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

Waiting

Waiting by J.R.A.Gigney

Standing on the corner of a well trod street,
Watching other people greet each other as they meet.
Keeping hands warm in pockets filled with sweets.
Waiting for something to happen.

Standing on a station til a train comes in.
Listing to announcers who make such a din.
Screens that look as though they're made out of tin.
Waiting for something to happen.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.

What is a Tea Bag?

What is a Tea Bag?
By J.R.A.Gigney

What is a tea bag?
It's a drink in a pouch!
What's a couch potato?
But a potato on a couch!

What is a coffee bean?
It's not a bean at all.
What's in a name?
I'm not sure I can recall...

What is the ozone?
Is it a zone with ohs?
Why do I ask this?
I do it at my repose.


• All poems on this blog are written and belong to J. R. A. Gigney, unless otherwise stated.