Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Poetry Thursday 262 - The unknown

We spend much of our lives fearing that which is unfamiliar, either self-inflicted or otherwise.

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House settles

Will they come crawling from the walls,
absorbing us in their passing,
the creeping inevitable tide that befalls,
all those within residing.

What’s it like to be part of the structure?
An integral factor of the material,
forming the very frame of the picture,
from the stuff of the body corporeal.

So beware of the dwelling’s creaks and groans,
as you lie in the dark awaiting sleep,
for you may become the thing that moans,
and of you, none will ever again peep.
©David L Atkinson May 2017

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Going Down

Sometimes, no matter how you try, you fail,
then you have to take the flack,
square your shoulders against verbal flail,
and bear the beatings on your back.

There is a sadness in supporters’ parts,
as their teams fail to acquire points,
a nostalgic yearning for stouter hearts,
within players the club formerly appoints.

Still, good can come if lessons are learned,
there may yet be success on field of play,
if good advice and experience isn’t spurned,
the Gods of football may cheer our way.
©David L Atkinson May 2017

God Bless