Brighton pier was glowing blue
as the waves fell to the shore
as we all six up on the prom
watched it and asked for more
And that we got in spades
as we always do right here
in Brighton on the Sussex coast
beside its famous pier
Even precipitation didn't
much get in the way
as the beauty was so evident
at the evening of this day
Fifteen minutes to write a few words
what will they feature today?
Will they be about sun 'cos it's raining outside
to encourage it swiftly away?
Will they capture a smile instead of a frown
which autumn and winter I'd say
don't do a lot to dissuade a long face
from becoming the norm by the day
For words, they have magical charm by the spade
with the power to do what they like
so when weather is fickle and continues with rain
in a poem it can just take a hike
Fifteen minutes to write a few words
almost done now but with good resolve
as they've brought to the fore a voice there that speaks
to encourage joie de vivre to evolve
Every government around the world is pounding out this message loud and clear non-stop. We have a world health crisis. Science and data says this is a best practice to contain it and diminish its deadly effects.
Some days it’s all about limitations,
And while it’s no use complaining,
That’s never stopped me before.
I feel like a blind man living inside a kaleidoscope;
A glutton with but one taste bud left;
A monk who’s forgotten what he knew of God;
A tin-eared drunk waking up just as angels
burst across the heavens in song.
I’m a coma patient wrapped in wool,
strapped in a closet in a blackened room
in the back of the basement.
Listless Magic Singing within the Gilded Cage,
It’s Golden Bars A-shimmer in Secluded form,
Like Fortune Standing Mute Upon a Stage
While Blind and Deaf Parishioners to it swarm.
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