It’s a holiday No more flying economy It’s a villa in the sun It’s my resignation letter The door flung open to something better It’s always having fun It’s the for sale sign outside this old house It’s the keys to a country pile It’s no more Ford fiesta It’s not quite a private jet,Continue reading “Scratch card”
Author Archives: Dullard poet
The yellow day
A yellow day when all previous had been red A door half open awaiting a shove Not knowing if there would be another yellow day the opportunity to take a gamble and muster all my brave On this determined and important yellow day I pick at the fear sewn fast upon my sleeve Loosening theContinue reading “The yellow day”
Getting on a bit
I’ve got a moustache If it were November and I were of another gender I could gain a few sponsors I can’t see too well either I simply cannot focus Or read without donning My expensive varifocals I’ve got permanent aches knees, back or hip My hair is getting thinner as my hormone levels dipContinue reading “Getting on a bit”
September
A cold house, all business, trousers, formal shirts The setting summer sun draws in the cruel return to work I set up the sad lamp to replace some of the rays To repair the damage wrought by the shortening of our days A shot at lifting mood in a world that’s turning dark A mad-bloodContinue reading “September”
Random Haikus
Open your spell book With a swift wave of your wand Banish your old self Into outta space Went Keith one terrible day Farewell Firestarter Build a sandcastle Shape it with great love and care for the waves to smash
Easter moods of a menopausal Hockey Mum
Light traffic on fast roads Dazzling sunshine, a welcome fresh breeze Touching the picture-perfect landscape Fields, hills, brooks, trees An Easter jaunt For the non-religious Worshipping sport Not too sacrilegious Living on nerves I really ought not to Racked up too many miles And so much money gone through So much of my life SatContinue reading “Easter moods of a menopausal Hockey Mum”
Mother
It’s impossible to put into words the meaning of my mother Where would I even start? Words are so small so insignificant too easily ignored to merit the task To demonstrate the importance of her To explain the essentiality of life guided by the one who bore me, raised me, formed me into the shapeContinue reading “Mother”
Boomerang
I don’t need anything from you Won’t construct some dubious myth Like a boomerang I’ve returned to this spot through the years and life’s various twists In my dreams you have always been there Numerous times i have wished for more But at the end of day I’m just happy that you exist
Question
Question: How to engage young minds that have no interest in being engaged? We are trying to expand the horizons of people whose life/ lives exist only within the parameters of their snaps, their tiktoks, the world as shown by influencers. For whom reality is wanting to be a superstar rather than wanting to excelContinue reading “Question”
Nails
He holds my fingers steady Whilst the electric file rotates Stripping away the evidence of The person I chose to be last month The glittering gold ends The glamourous red The film star look for locked up nights In blankets, staring at the TV And blocking out the cold. The days are stretching still PotentiallyContinue reading “Nails”