Tinnitus

 

 

 

Tinnitus

Imagine if you can, a noise inside  your head,

You can hear it when you wake up because you heard it when in bed,

You can hear it when you get to work, and when it is your break,

You will hear it whilst you have your lunch, even with your mates,

You can hear it when you go back to work and try to concentrate,

So on your way home from work at night,

Guess what? Your head is in a state.

 

Imagine if you can, a noise inside your head,

You've come home from a hard days work,but wait:

You can hear it in the kitchen, you can hear it in the lounge,

You can hear it in the bathroom,

Even when lying down,

With anger spilling over, its tempting to pass it on,

So look around and pick your victim,

And make sure you stand your ground;

Overcome with frustration as the noise swirls round and round.

 

Imagine if you can, a noise inside your head,

You suffer it at work, now suffer it at home,

Try to explain to a loved one in whatever tone,

Search and search for help, succeed you feel you must,

But fail you will as this is just another day with

TINNITUS

 

John Crook

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



April Rain

     
April Rain

I am the wind that crosses the sky,
And comforts the lonely as I pass by,
I know how your feeling the hurt and the pain,
For I once fell in love with the April rain,

And oh how I loved her like never before,
Sometimes love was silent, sometimes it would roar,
While the clouds in the sky turned red like a flame,
We stood together, myself and the rain.

I knew from the start I was falling in love,
As we danced with the breeze that came down from above,
But I just could not help it, no one was to blame,
And I gave my heart to the April rain.

But the month of May was coming our way,
And April knew she could not stay,
As she left in tears I called her name,
Never to forget the April rain.

Allan Anthony Martin.


 

 

 

 



Snails

snails

 

 

 

I can’t get rid of the snails, Ted

They are things that I really hate

They just give a cheer when I put out the beer

And throw them over the gate.

They seem to just love the slug pellets

And slide swiftly over the gritty sand

The snails I have in my garden

Must be the most stubborn ones in the land

They eat all the plants I have planted

They hide up during the day

To add to my plight, they come out at night

And wander wherever they may

I’ve watched them – they move like racehorses

Everyone said they were slow

But they climb up the wall like an athlete

I’ve watched them – and so I should know.

I can’t get rid of the snails Ted

So I wait by the door with a gun

They are so flaming quick, they are taking the mick

So I’ll shoot them - each flaming  one.

 

Ann Redburn

The Wordsmith.

The Wordsmith

I think I'll write a poem a wordsmith I will be,

But what the heck to write about has put me all at sea,

So I thought that I would Google the different types of verse,

I think that was a bad idea, it made my thought block worse,

I found that verse was graded into many different kinds,
It seemed it was dependant on the rhyming of the lines,
In Descriptive poems you visualise the objects of your verse,
But writing in Reflective mode your thoughts are more diverse,
The poem in the Narrative vein has a story it must tell,
Whilst Odes entwine a person  or an object in its spell,
The Ballard it is musical and has a certain rhythm,
The Lyric like the Ballard is tuneful,short in vision,
Now Shakespeare he wrote Sonnets in a very special way,
Whilst melancholic Elegy's were the forte of Mr Grey,
And last of all the Limerick  made up of lines times five,
And naughty verse has sometimes made this latter one survive,
With all these different kinds of verse my brain cells start to twirl,
 I don't know which one I will choose, to write my poetic pearl,
After hours of  fruitless thinking I still have a writer's block
My brain cells decommissioned like a ship that's in dry dock!

Ted Morgan,

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