No Trespassing Poem by Ruth Walters

No Trespassing

Rating: 4.8


Who's there?
walking among my memories
tripping over cells of humour
falling on old war wounds.

Who's there?
Mind where you tread, old thing,
these are my nerve endings,
my memories of past events.

Shoes off,
when you step inside my brain,
reading my verses, pinging my emotions.
This is my property, take care.

Don't squash
the frontal lobe!
I may look passive but I bite.
Be gentle on my mind.

Who's there?
Stop, trespasser, hooligan,
be quiet when you come in here
and take your hat off!

Friday, April 7, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bri Edwards 15 April 2023

I'D GIVE THIS 10 STARS ....IF I COULD. ***** THIS IS GREAT, FROM START TO FINISH!

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Bri Edwards 15 April 2023

TO MY FAVORITES. AND ' 'that' aint chopped liver '.bri : )

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Jim McGill 31 July 2023

Ok. I'll take my shoes off and I wont tread on any thoughts. Excellent poem.

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B. V. Dahlen 12 August 2023

I'm bareheaded.

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Bri Edwards 21 May 2023

and another I'm loving.....yet AGAIN! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Belle Wassermeister 02 July 2024

Excellent work. Love it!

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Denis Mair 05 March 2024

Maybe the externalized brainscape you picture here is a poem, which makes your private feelings accessible to visits by others.

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Denis Mair 05 March 2024

Love it. This poem gave me a picture of a reclusive soul reacting to an emotional connection; such a soul is sensitive to another person's emotional feelers.

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Loved the humour, expressed so vividly and candidly. Enjoyed

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Bri Edwards 02 September 2023

(cont.) 'Be gentle on my mind' reminds me of ' 'Gentle on My Mind' is a song that was written and originally recorded by John Hartford',

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