More Poetry for Thoughtful Folk

By James Hathersage

A further collection of poetry covering people poems and descriptive verse. These poems are derived from personal experience and the experiences of friends and acquaintances. Very few of these poems describe situations that have never happened! Hidden meanings result in different readers interpretting poems in diverse ways, inevitably influenced by their own experiences in life. I know exactly what I have meant when writing the poems, and what that is you may well discover, or you may never know. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Hathersage
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393221678

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1

I Stand and Blush.

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Open mouthed I stand and blush,

To gape at those who pass,

Sure footed on the paving stones,

Short cut across the grass.

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The messenger who never moves,

Yet knows his part to play,

The sentry always at his post,

Each hour of every day.

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I’ll ease your conscience when you write,

I’ll take your greetings in,

Congratulations to a friend,

Condolences within.

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Even when the Ocean wide,

Will come to stand between,

Remember that I will be here,

Just where I’ve always been.

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Yes I can bring you very close,

So lovers write your prose,

To keep me ever blushing,

Coloured like a lover’s rose.

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2

My Fountain Pen.

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Green and black as tortoiseshell,

With gold bands, clip and nib,

Leather bound and velvet lined,

A neat box formed its crib.

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My precious gift to treasure,

As the years went tumbling by,

So many million words to write,

To make one laugh or cry.

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Love letters filled with sentiment,

Flowed freely from the start,

Then signed off in a flourish,

With love promised from my heart.

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Then just before I put the nib

into its shiny sheath,

One thing my pen excelled at was

kiss crosses underneath.

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3

The Load.

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I’m driving down a country road

behind a load.

A load of what?

You do not want to know.

Suffice to say that every draft

Sends back a waft

of something most unpleasant.

To explain the fleeing pheasants,

The scattered stock,

Departing flock

of pigeons on the wing,

A most unsavoury thing.

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Relief heaves into sight,

The tractor-trailer load turns right.

Within a mile

returns my smile,

I praise the Lord,

The country idyll all restored.

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4

The Computer Wins Again?

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I’ve bought another programme,

You’d think I would have learned,

But once again have little doubt,

My fingers will get burned.

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I must have wasted hours last