Friday night
at the local
Mama’s
ordered pizza
garlic and basil
mozzarella cheese
crowd of youths
filled the shop
after the game
empty belly
loud voices
excitement
the counter
full of tickets
waiting
the kitchen
staff worked
non stop
prepping
baking
washing
all the pizzas
finally served
time to go
wee hours
a new game
has began
This poem was written given a prompt from Writers Unite!
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water views with a breeze
spacious layout of the rooms
hear the neighbour sneeze
carpark below spewing fumes
vicinity of the sea and shops
nearby colossal disease centre
round the corner lurking cops
for the late paying renter
Poem ‘Water Views’ read by the author.
an update!
what we ate
could relate
to our fate
there has been a debate
that what is on the plate
illness can create
how could one translate
kind words of a mate
saying we carry extra weight
our appetite does dilate
we start to eat at eight
stop when it’s too late
exercise we sure hate
to wiggle like a fat bait
then meet the same fate
yet! it is not in us innate
I willfully state
it is not too late
new habits to dictate
the promise is great
to change our fate
we cannot wait
for a better date
or be too overweight
to fit the heavens gate
Poem ‘Overweight’ read by the author.
who knows what’s real
only living can reveal
if it’s a good deal
until we all feel
strong as a steel
of an automobile
thieves resort to steal
some beg for a meal
organic would be ideal
our whole planet can heal
nobody has to kneel
layers of truth we peel
life is surreal
Poem ‘Unreal’ read by the author. Access for subscribers. Subscribe for more content.
