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Readers it goes without saying that black lives matter. Every live matters but as the world erupts in violence both in the streets and online, the violence hurts my soul. Readers statistics are being taken off-line only one view point is allowed. Barred for paying for shopping #BlackLivesMatter Which Lives Matter? Black lives matter, It … Continue reading Black Lives Matter
Readers we live in strange times. I'm sure I'm not alone in feeling there is more to the coronavirus outbreak than meets the eyes. The whole world is on its knees but in different ways. I'm pretty sure that you my good readers are with me on our knees praying for an end to the … Continue reading On Our Knees
Brittainia Sorry they say it is the hardest wordAnd I can really and truly I say it isIt starts with the massiveSsss of ShameFollowed closely OhhhhAnd R of realisationNext the R of realityAs you check that yesIt really is a word you need to sayBut what have you done wrongWell?!!PauseAs shame crimsons my faceIt's my … Continue reading SORRY
It's only through talks across time that we can learn from the mistakes of our collective past. Readers I make no apologies as this poem is inspired by our collective lives and times in UK today. Covid19 was not the start, I've been watching and living this for years. All I will say is please … Continue reading Talks Across Time
A little poem and a bit of fun. Hope you like it readers. You see the thing is it's the simple things that make up homeless heaven. Hey you know my colours readers. Cup of tea Homeless Heaven Homeless Heaven Shops all closed That's not what I miss Cup of tea in the cold Now … Continue reading Homeless Heaven
Readers I've got a favour to ask. It's sort of a request for my Higher Power, you know the one I'm a slave to. Now it's a bit of a impossible task He seems to want this prayer to be a world prayer. Lord bring peace to the World, bring peace to our streets. Save … Continue reading World Prayer
Just a quick poem readers. Prehaps this is why they call cities the urban jungle Songsters home Urban Jungle Cars roar past Songsters trilling Can this beautiful morning last? Time to get up Awake from my slumber Bed to put away Bags to pack and carry I wish I could pack homelessness away
Well readers looks like I've found a way to charge my phone so here's 2 poems for you. I seem to of found myself in Hammersmith London and am feeling pretty chilled. You know me readers, for this homeless blogger Covid19 and poetry just go together like hand and glove. Both poems are about the … Continue reading Covid19 Poetry
Ok readers I've been a bit Corona crazy and somehow have fpund myself in London of all places. I'd never realised London is so green! Anyway it was my birthday yesterday and all I have to offer for you my readers is a short poem. I hope you like it and I hope you can … Continue reading London Green
It's Tuesday Readers which can only mean one thing. It's time for the Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge at GoDogGoCafe. Today's prompt is "over the rainbow" but with all this Corona Craziness going on the Enemy Invisible invaded my pen and produced this: "Colour breaks through, but above darkness lurks Enemy Invisible Clouds lessen Enemy Invisible … Continue reading Enemy Invisible
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