The enemies of fun
First Snowy Morning – 15th December 2024
Outside the window, I giggle in delight
The first feel of snow after a silent night
This day of love has already seen me grow
Because this feeling, I thought I’d never know
I found myself once finding my tribe
Along with a love I could only describe
Now felt without any suffocating
All this time patiently waiting
The love was always right under my nose
Because I could cry at heart-wrenching prose
Intoxicated walking along the city street
Even enthralled by the glass and concrete
I will sip this love through a golden straw
And take it home to the Eastern shore
Where the soft dusty snow ignites
A love for this garden of delights
Inspired by this post at Spinning Visions
8th Jan 2026 – Shared with Esther Chilton’s writing prompt #98 – snow
21st Jan 2026 – Shared with dVerse Poetics – snow
Storm And Stress – 14th December 2024
When the beat of the drum becomes a banging
and frontlines full of dead men left hanging,
let’s raise white flags, redraw maps and decide
unstable future’s by inequitable divide
Wheels forever turn
Bloods boil and burn
Guns forever bang
Repeat sturm und drang
Shared with dVerse Quadrille #214 – bang
Watermelon – 13th December 2024
The fertile soils know nothing of humanity
As it is tilled into dust
Masses of molecules, ambivalent
To all the partitions discussed
Oblivious to gods, watermelons grow
In amongst the shouts
The squawks of the barbarian
Echo along the valley of doubts
Bring another flood to wash clean
The fields of blood
Plant the watermelon seeds
In this god-forsaken mud
Never mind the river or the sea
There’s no mountain owned
All the king’s horses and men
Will see the kings dethroned
First Page Poem – 12th December 2024
Despite the forbidding blank page
I still write
Despite the disquieting dread rage
I still fight
Despite the illusions cast in light
I still see
Despite the end almost in sight
I still be
Despite the rocky paths ahead
I still ride
Despite promises the tiger said
I still hide
Despite the gold in my hand
I still need
Despite the words that are banned
I still read
Despite the worry of the yield
I still feed
Despite the crows across the field
I still seed
Despite the depression taking hold
I still strive
Despite this train now grown old
I still arrive
Shared with dVerse Poetics: “Despite and Still“
Fishing – 11th December 2024
Weak in direction
Wandering in thought
Diffident impulses
Waiting to be caught
Careless of failure
A broad range reception
Cast a wide net
Contemplate reflection
Immediate impression
Accepting anything
Start with a tiddler
From a little spring
Can’t be kept from thinking
Waiting for a nibble
Watch the river flow
Into an inky scribble
Inspired by part of the essay The Way of Writing by William Stafford
Here And Now – 10th December 2024
Quiet
contemplation;
“Home is where the heart is,”
yet, I am far away
overlooking
sunsets
Poetry Form :- Badger Hexastich ( 2/4/6/6/4/2 syllables) (thanks kittyverses) – shared with Reena’s Xploration Challenge #359 and What’s Going On – homecoming
The Baddies – 9th December 2024
Are we the baddies? You’d better believe it
We’ve been found out even by our friends
They finally saw through the lies we told
As we manipulated them for our own ends
Are we the baddies? But we were told
The world only wants what we can give
And our freedom and democracy
Is what they all needed to live
Are we the baddies? Oh we surely are
Slowly our friends left our sinking ship
Despite a desperate clinging on to hope
We’ve slowly been losing our grip
Inspired by this Second Thought video
Held Back – 8th December 2024
The wise sage, somewhat cynical
Knows what to say and when
The optimist, still straight and clinical
Is in trouble with words again
Yet when the time came to inspire
The sage’s words fell short
Because one’s dreams also require
Revision to what has been taught
Maybe the fire inside was unseen
So the sage had to be let go
Not understanding what it would mean
To be held back by what one would know
Inspired by a newsletter from Daivd Elikwu about the dangers of role models and my own experience I am currently revisiting from 2020 with my then role model, George.
The Copses – 7th December 2024
I
recall
the forests
walked in winters
Kings Copse and Queens Copse
Muddied paws, misty views
Foreboding darkness within
Fresh pine beds for love’s liaisons
Illicit affairs away from spies
Let’s hope no one else is walking their dogs
Wet nose
Surprise!
Shared with dVerse MTB: An Etheree Tree and inspired my explorations in my youth where I would often walk our dog or just go exploring for fun. Sometimes, with my first girlfriend and hidden deep within the dark confines of the forest, we would lay down on the soft pine needle bed.
Queen’s Copse is a pine forest and King’s Copse is an oak forest.
There are not many pictures from this area and the one above doesn’t really show just how dark it was inside, just a few feet away from the track. No light was getting in there.
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