Life has its charms
Not always bright with neon flair
pretty in pastel poets reluctant to stare
Beyond the fair ground where shadow lurks
down and out amongst the jerks
Life though it harms makes its stamp
a song for a smoke - this poet a tramp
See his eyes flicker the human fight
Ballads of everyman's prosaic plight
No purple hills, no rosy dawns, no sparkling seas
But in the urban smog - life a concrete elegy.
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𝓟oems 𝓟rismatic
Poetry''sketches that shape-shift the angle and the curve'' (line from the poem 'Contrast) Recent/new poems tend to be at the beginning of the book.
