There was a young man from Tralee Who was stung on the arm by a wasp When asked if it hurt He replied, ‘not a bit! It can do it again if it likes!’

Hello to the ceiling And the paint that is peeling I focus my stare Despite my glower Which I wield by the hour The ceiling’s still there Once I made it go away But looked again and qu’est-ce que c’est I’ll try again But even then I suspect the ceiling will Still Have its day

My mother offered me a cup of tea As I stirred from sleep today ‘Darling can I get you a lovely cup of tea? she said. It was how she always did, But it wasn’t her, it was her voice inside my head, Still half asleep I answered ‘Thank you Mum, I’d love one,’ And…

You have come here for a reason, corona this I know. To help our mother nature take back the land she owns. We need to slow life down now, before it is to late or many more people will be at them pearly gate’s. Now take this as a warning from our God from up…

Working from home, a widely studied and Employee dream… Now forced to do it along side your partner while your children scream… Not exactly how you’d planned, thanks to COVID-19 Sure you’re saving gas and mileage on your car… But, it’s not long before the situation pushes you too far… With no escape to your…

Poems rhyme Except when they don’t Free verse treads where couplets won’t Some concise and tight But precise? Not quite Cryptic purpose lyrically spun And just when you’re hooked It’s done

If I am straight Does that make you zigzag? If I am gay Are you to be against? We care about pronouns She He Ze have to be accepted Linguistic inequalities make us frown Still, humans are neglected How about deciding to start afresh? Actually go out there and press the flesh?

Are you coming out to play? The question brooked no delay When I was little. Red boots on, yellow jacket Buttoned up by Mum Opened up spontaneously Up the apple tree Now older, this request Became a deeper test. The only game in town Was John and Joe And wedding bells Tolled the closing Of…

(Black American poet – former poet laureate of Maryland 1936-2010.) won’t you celebrate with me what i have shaped into a kind of life? i had no model. born in babylon both nonwhite and woman what did i see to be except myself? i made it up here on this bridge between starshine and clay,…