Writing is my creative way of expressing whats on my mind and in my heart. I am no poet but just someone who likes occasionally to sit and write those feelings. more »
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JJ Evendon Poems
Oh help, my eyes are red and swollen, and I can’t see for something unpleasant has happened to me. In the mirror I saw to my surprise a horrible pair of red staring bulging eyes.
Things that are old In antique shops they are sold. From collectors books to long rusty window hooks.
If we could change the colour of the sky what would it be? Would it be one, not of colour, but of night? Or paint it the colours of a rainbow with a trick of light?
Catching Snowflakes in the sun
It’s amazing what people do when snowflakes fall on top of you. Some run and hide from the falling snow whilst others make balls to throw.
An appliance of science is what I am. What I make, I love to see spread, with lots of jam. I have three slots and a basket in a metal frame. What pops in, pops out, never to be the same.
The taste of love
A bludgeoned heart surrounded by a pool of blood cut by a knife in the name of love An organ whose beat once gave life the power to exist lies like butchered meat chopped in many bits.
A death card has been drawn left feeling cold like an Arctic storm. Can't say I'm particularly glad about this no time for farewells or a goodbye kiss.
Seize the day
When I listen to the news and what is said I hear nothing but conflict and scores of the dead. We always say 'Life is for living' so then, why so much killing?
In front a lies a moldy piece of cheese, whose pungent smell is slowly taking the better of me. I try to turn - for fear it could be a trap but it draws me ever closer -
A Fox's winter's tail
I am the cunning Fox – Renard is my name I roam around Bockmer looking for game. Rabbits, guinea pigs and chickens will do, and my favourite meal is a duck or two.
It’s my third day and things are going well. I’ve only fallen down once and it hurt like hell. Today is going great and nothing is going to get in my way. For I’ve fallen only once - and that was yesterday.
The road stretches far in front of me, lined by Cotswold stone walls and old oak trees. Light flickering through branches like peppered stars reflecting slowly across the bonnet of my car.
When I feel love is no longer inside me I walk with empty thoughts to a hill top tree. Whilst I sit there peacefully, and wait for the breeze to whisper, I try to write something profound on a scrap of paper.
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Oh help, my eyes are red and swollen, and I can’t see
for something unpleasant has happened to me.
In the mirror I saw to my surprise
a horrible pair of red staring bulging eyes.
So I went to see my doctor for an examination
and told him about the inflammation.
With a lisp he said, Oh dear what’s thiss?
It would appear you’ve caught conjunctivi-tiss!