In celebration of World Poetry Day, several of our authors share examples of short poems.
First up, we have two brilliant poems – 'My Time' and 'For the Love of Abraham' – by honorary Authors Reach author, Terry Stephen Driscoll.
If you see me Picnicking
MY TIME
If you see me
Picnicking
with
Sticklebacks
and
Dragonflies
along by
Willo Brook
please
pass me by
by Terry Stephen Driscoll
We carry not the loaded guilt
FOR THE LOVE OF ABRAHAM
by Terry Stephen Driscoll
We heed not to your borders
To boundaries we are blind
Marked by ancient prophets
or policed by humankind
We carry not the loaded guilt
of history’s darkest days
When Lords of war and genocide
let blood achieve their ways
Where are all the wailing tears
that each of us should cry
As our brothers and our sisters
and their helpless children die
How lame are the excuses that
our faiths must take the blame
We all have different voices
Our songs are not the same
Power hinders harmony
when despots rule the lands
The hope for all our prayers is that
our Gods walk hand in hand
From these our mortal pedestals
To those who give a damn
We call upon your conscience
for the love of Abraham
by Terry Stephen Driscoll
Young adult author Teresa Bassett shares two fun limericks, 'A Writer's Limerick' and 'A Sailor with a Will'.
Rejection may fester
A Writer’s Limerick:
In order to thrive as a writer
She’s also a spirited fighter
Rejection may fester
And money woes test her
Yet still her words thrill and excite her.
by Teresa Bassett
There was an old sailor called Keith...
A Sailor With A Will
There was an old sailor called Keith
Who didn’t have much to bequeath
His son got his boat
His daughter his coat
His wife got his set of false teeth
by Teresa Bassett
Young adult fantasy author and occasional poet Francesca Tyer shares a short verse 'Hounds of the Moon' and a war poem.
Hounds of the Moon
These are the hounds of the moon,
Creatures of the night,
Wild hunters of the darkening forests.
Silver coated lords, old grey men,
Thieves in ghostly packs,
Howling under the moonlit skies.
by Francesca Tyer
We fought for life and hope
Heroes to the End
Remember, for we are but dust beneath
the gilded canopy of night,
We, that never closed our eyes
against hope and the calling light.
Hand in hand with empty life and death,
Between turbulent sea and shore,
Dying heroes, living dead,
The dreamers that wake no more.
Amid wretched ashes of despair,
We fought for life and hope,
There, side by side as brothers stood
Upon dark and unknown slopes.
When the golden hours of sunset fall,
We rise from our graves of mud,
For we walk on England’s green again,
In poppy fields which bore our blood.
by Francesca Tyer
Last but not least, Richard Hardie offers 'Three Dogs', an amusing poem that won the International Poet of Merit award in 2003 with the International Society of Poets.
Three dogs we've had
Three Dogs
Three dogs we've had with furry ears
In total lasting forty years
The current one, young cocker chap
Is often prone to have a crap
And never where it should take place
It's often hid without a trace
Until you walk in corners dark
He'll stop you with a warning bark
by Richard Hardie
Happy World Poetry Day everyone!
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