Massed Poems - Poems about Massed

...[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 2 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’] __________ London’s streets resembled an al fresco mausoleum They tracked a trail of body parts which led to a......Read the rest...

...Grim reaper forever guaranteed eternal plentiful harvest the following written for no particular rhyme nor reason quite aware the exit (stage door left) allows, enables, to provide every seaso......Read the rest...

... “Ten Years, Somewhere in their Lost Neighbourhood” Of course, he said, like a god, there is no course, one must simply go with the flow the penumbra stands waivering its ......Read the rest...

...Some claimed that Camelot was noble, a place built upon the stony ground of good-intentions, it was new and fangled, it was progressive in a time of little progress. I have seen it, I was the......Read the rest...

...This was once a sea of mud Where thousands bled! Before it reverted to! A field of Flanders Poppy Red. Do lines of ghostly squaddies! Plough through ethereal mire! In an endless quest to! ......Read the rest...

...One year ago Dictator Putin’s Massed military might Invaded the Ukraine Not really expecting any fight. One year later, with increasing Frustration and despair, Putin’s battered conscript arm......Read the rest...

...It was a day of chaos The day the pensioners struck, Massed Mobility Scooters moving Forward like a Rugby Union ruck, Blocking all the streets In the centre of town, To all intents and purpose......Read the rest...

...Its cold amd damp outside But brighter that yesterday Maybe a sign of promise This new New Years’s Day. The shops are counting profits The shoppers their new debts Today is another Bank Holiday......Read the rest...

...Daydream: fragile as untempered glass. Coming to life on clouds' rainy sky. Building hopes it will at last surpass other dreams we had and watched go by. Wind's rustling leaves can nudge a drea......Read the rest...

...Have pity on the Scott’s ruled By the Brexit voting sassenach Who don’t seem to understand We too want out country back. Arbroath Smokies for breakfast Porridge seasoned with salt Kedgeree, ......Read the rest...

...There are tales of the Old Days Of a time of trial and glory So we gather around the fire as The Old Ones tell their story Wildren Wood may be dying. For the last few weeks it seems We, it’s......Read the rest...

...There’s an air of excitement Amongst most cultured of Spain Centred around a little hamlet On the Andalusian Plain. They are arriving by the plane load, Helicopter, and even limousine For the......Read the rest...

...They kill for their namesake Blinded with visions of righteousness Mirrored with images of self Sanctifying, with daggers plunging deep Crowds gather in loyalty Massed in fear, assembled in hatr......Read the rest...

...When she crossed her legs, electric silk slipped over thigh orientated beguilements. Her shoulders were disrespectful. The massed pipes and drums of her braided hair played upon my mind. I was......Read the rest...

...When she crossed her legs, an electric silk slipped over the jewel-studded sides of a blushing chameleon. Sand clung to her thighs, a tapestry of flaxen crumbs on amber skin. Thigh orientated ......Read the rest...