While listening to Mozart.

The lines should carry through to an ending

That is depending

The poet keeps his wit

Allowing the poem to unfold

 

At all times there is a story to be told

 

We may have to read between the lines

at times

 

Sometimes it is better not to be

straight forward

 

Still it will bring reward

 

The pen is not a blunt instrument

Rather a double edged sword.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

Everything is relevant

In order to capture this fleeting moment-

Unearthing someone’s life’s treasures

Reflecting on times past

As we rummaged through old biscuit tins

 

Found

 

Newspaper clippings dating back to the 1930’s

Revealing snippets of what life was like outside the pail

Handwritten notes posted from military bases

 

Death notices

 

Letters from distant relations in far off USA

They didn’t always relate to good news stories

 

That musty smell

 

The silence emanating from those old biscuit tins

Tell of the real truth

Connoisseurs, they may well have claimed to be

Looking back from the year of discovery

A different tale emerges.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

 

spring’s realm

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Turquoise sky drools into endless vista as
Fragrant yellow blooms charm in the cowslip
Bees and butterflies trail scented fuchsia
An indulgent breeze tumbles as sheep graze,snip
In rolling meadows filled with amber gorse
Golden sunbeams reflect fine feathers on course
Hummingbirds feast on woodbine honeysuckle
As realms of spring unfold to bedazzle.

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Visit on line or on impulse.

Popped in for a chat and a browse around earlier this week with John Wyse Jackson and left with this book, you can not visit without making a purchase that I guarantee, if you can drop in do yourself a favour or you can visit http://www.zozimuzbookshop.com I was most humbled when I visited his site to see in the New Book section my recently published book of Poetry and Short Stories Same Train, Different Track is listed among illustrious titles – thank you John. He was kind enough to give me space among the thousands of titles he has for sale and pleased to say he just has a couple of copies left if you are interested. Also I must add you can make your purchase and retire in The Book Cafe treat yourself and have a read – so don’t say you were not told.

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The Globe Inn

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CONTRIBUTORThe Globe Inn
56 High St, Dumfries DG1 2JA, UK
www.globeinndumfries.co.uk

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Down an alley
called a “close”
not much wider
than a crack
in a wall,
they say this pub
was frequented
by Robert Burns
two hundred years ago.

Rough hewn walls
painted white
in a failed attempt
to brighten a room
built long before
parking was a thing.

Flat screen televisions
and laminated menus,
the business
they’ve gained
over the centuries
has more than paid any tab
left by the Bard of Ayrshire,
who is taking selfies
there in the corner
with adoring female fans
like my great grandmother
in a mini skirt
and belly button ring.

But the best part of supper
was discovering
that I enjoy haggis.

Contributed by: Bartholomew Barker, one of the organizers of Living Poetry, a collection of poets and poetry readers in the Triangle region of North Carolina. His first poetry collection, Wednesday

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Leather but no lace.

Tall windows looked down upon us

Standing in the yard of that concrete prison

Warders watching our every move

Fear was all we knew

We were condemned for 7 years

Once we passed through those crested gates

Blame can’t be cast on anyone

Only those who wielded power

Some were suited (clothed) for the daily ritual

Others, dressed in black robes

Ruled with fists of iron

We were just 9 year old children

Expecting an education…

(c) Chris Black 2017.