Posted in English poetry, Mindful

Green Touch


Heart soaring ever so high,

Not knowing why,

It is the atmosphere that counts,

It brings about change,

Along with the feelings of joy,

And peace of the internal soul,

Blocking out the trash and evil,

And focusing the bright and joyous,

Always know a lone calming wind,

For two or more,

In a specifically located green,

Is the best getaway!

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Posted in English poetry, Mindful

New War


Standing alone in a dim street,

Not knowing where to look,

Just as desperate as a lost soul,

Walking the derby poles,

Moving quietly to face fear,

Not so sure about the dare,

The cold seeping in pints,

The demise in staring light,

When that soft touch helps,

Gives the energy of lofts,

Shall I move forward,

With the full spirit onwards!