The sad poet
He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past...
Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...
Madam Speaker, please lend an ear
“I’m just a common Brexiteer...
voting to break free
from the European's noose...
I do recall, when life was sweet
we’d play hop-scotch upon the street...
Freewrite/ Rant
Will I ever stop being...
The Orchestra
The many instruments, each one playing their own...
Electronics, a blessing, or a curse?
You stuff them in your pocket, or purse, sometimes...
when trouble wears a face (haiku)
pull in their park space...
I wish the world
was not so cold...
The Muscovite’s are coming!
Excuse me, for you, not to fool, if I could, they...
You can't teach what you don't know
narcissists don't care at all...