Random thoughts
When another firefly.
Shorts out it's life,
By burning out it's light.
Does it leave behind,
Its children and a wife.
Does it get reborn,
To start another life.
Or are fireflies like moth's,
Get drawn into the light.
CREATURES
Who am I to deny,
The creatures in my bed.
There's a one tooth vampire,
That bites me on my leg.
Summer time?
As the world turns black,
It's nice to see the starling's back.
Do I feel a early summer breeze,
After all where I live it feels,
As though it's above zero degrees.
Putin
The modern day Hitler,
Of our time.
Hope someday soon,
He'll pay for all his crimes.
Megalomaniacs
In history how many evil men,
With upto six letters in their name.
Trump, Putin, Stalin, Hitler to me,
They all seem the same.
Looking for myself
Sometimes I feel as if I'm not here,
I have a sense of nothingness.
That goes from ear to ear,
I seem to lose my mind,
At least once a year.
In Supermarkets
Funny things you see.
Recycled toilet paper,
Just sounds wrong to me.
Reposts
Occasionally I feel,
Wouldn't it be nice.
If only:
I could do a repost,
Of my ill remembered life.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-02-11 at 10:21
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Mixed ups
Do fireflies cry,When another firefly.
Shorts out it's life,
By burning out it's light.
Does it leave behind,
Its children and a wife.
Does it get reborn,
To start another life.
Or are fireflies like moth's,
Get drawn into the light.
CREATURES
Who am I to deny,
The creatures in my bed.
There's a one tooth vampire,
That bites me on my leg.
Summer time?
As the world turns black,
It's nice to see the starling's back.
Do I feel a early summer breeze,
After all where I live it feels,
As though it's above zero degrees.
Putin
The modern day Hitler,
Of our time.
Hope someday soon,
He'll pay for all his crimes.
Megalomaniacs
In history how many evil men,
With upto six letters in their name.
Trump, Putin, Stalin, Hitler to me,
They all seem the same.
Looking for myself
Sometimes I feel as if I'm not here,
I have a sense of nothingness.
That goes from ear to ear,
I seem to lose my mind,
At least once a year.
In Supermarkets
Funny things you see.
Recycled toilet paper,
Just sounds wrong to me.
Reposts
Occasionally I feel,
Wouldn't it be nice.
If only:
I could do a repost,
Of my ill remembered life.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 134 times
Written on 2023-02-11 at 10:21
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