POEMS NOT PUBLISHED 

All Soul's Sacrifice

All soul’s sacrifice

anniversary of a death

flowers in action

 

commiserations

the bereaved remember well

symbol of the dead

 

an era of fate

the blonde girl was sacrificed

their god was happy

 

a ritual killing

for the sake of tradition

the rainfall cometh

 

their field lands are dry

one sacrifice too many

glad I am not blonde

 

Enough Is Enough

The time has come,

I have had enough,

The noose is ready;

My life has been tough.

 

In a Suicide

Piano keys are heard

the dark notes described the mood

behind the instrument on a stool a young lady......

 

She's playing a requiem

not because someone died,

because someone is about to die.....

 

Her days are limited

standing by the railway lines,

she'll be gone soon.

 

Apple Crumble

a pair of apples

they hang ready to be picked

a crumble waiting