A Poetry mess teetering on the strange and fascinating. Nonsense, love, eroticism, comment and other stuff...
Friday, 11 April 2014
Stuck Under Wallpaper
You've trapped me
Once to often
With your lies
And your deceit.
Now I'm stuck under wallpaper
With only air to my feet.
I'm stuck and I can't move now
Till someone comes along
To free me from your vices
And to soothe me with a song...
JRAG (11 April 2014)
Ghosts
Ghosts?
We all have ghosts...
Ghosts of those we've loved.
Ghosts of those we've wronged.
Memories are ghosts of our past
Dreams the ghosts of our present
And the ghosts of our future?
Who can tell?
But we all have them...
JRAG (10 April 2014)
The Game
The game isn't over.
It's just begun.
There are no whistles blowing,
Under this sun.
In the rain you still play it,
With vigour and verve.
But you mustn't betray it,
That it doesn't deserve.
The game isn't over,
Until it is won.
Though times whistle is blowing,
To spoil the fun...
JRAG (11 April 2014)
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