Carpe Diem

Time, always here, never gone.                                                

Tick tock sounding through each day,                                       

sending rivets of raw change.                                                                

Here to stay and evermore.                                                                  

No way to stop it or push aside.                                                           

 

As a man is, he will be,                                                

old, and young, and fat and slim.                                              

Some things change and others not.                                                      

No matter what, always seek,                                                              

the truth, the hope; and seize the day.

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The air is thick of sweet and soothing rain

The God touched rain wets old and cracking dirt 

The ground now soothed is full of great new life

Old worms and ants are full of new substance

 

The sun shines bright each day of my land’s year

The leaves of trees are yellow and lovely

The rivers clear and crystal bright each night

Hill flowers bloom and shine like bold lions

Dream Journey

I walk,
and run,
and skip.
All the way there.

To that place,
a special place.
A place of wonder and delight.

Of biscuits, scones
and in between.
Of toffee and cream cakes.

A place of action
and shear fun.

Of skipping, dancing
and in between.
Of talk filled walks,
with dog in tow.

What task to get there though.
a walk - a long walk.
Or a swift car ride
All the way to grandma’s house.

Weather - A Shakespeare inspired poem

The air was hot and harsh at day,
at night. the spirals sat upon the faces,
old the spirals made of air and ash and light,
from fires made of human lust and scold.

The sun is hot; always that time of year,
in land that holds both black and white, new times.
A golden time, of wealth, of ships that steered
by stars, by wind, a clock that spins and winds.

The heat and drizzle present here,
is good for crops, of beans, of corn and humble spuds.
The food to keep the settlers well, as should.
The rain that fell would mix the different muds.

The weather sent by gracious gods
to land to help this land and help the people stand.

The aim

The aim of this blog is to show some of my peppery poetry - peppery because its full of heat and impact, just like when you bite on a pepper corn. Its aim is to give you a bit of a kick when you read one or all of the poems. With the poem's effect lingering in your brain just like the intense flavour of pepper. Most of my poetry will be food related, but not always. So even if you don't like food poetry come and still have a look as you are sure to find something that takes your fancy. Till next time.