With so Many Talented Poets in the group it is about time they had their own page.

Eddy Kent
15 May 2020
Wingless Angels
Wingless angels walk the earth
They look like you and me
They come in all shapes and sizes
And in society they are the key
Some are doctors some are nurses
Some empty bins you see
Some are carers some work in shops
But in society they are the key
They deliver parcels, deliver the post
Some without P.P.E
They drive the trains, drive the buses
For in society they are the key
Some will suffer, some will die
But they'll do this for you and me
They do this because they care
And in society they are the key
All of the above are hero's
Deserve the accolade that it brings
For in society they are the key
The angels who don't have wings
Eddy Kent
28 April 2020
Hope
Amidst the world of turmoil
Hope it can emerge
It can fill your heart with promise
As misery becomes submerged
New heights they can be reached
They can give your heart a boost
You can feel on top of the world
When hope is introduced
You now can see a light start glowing
As darkness it flies away
From life's tunnel you can escape
When blue skies they chase the grey
Its time for you to stand up
Time to put the past behind
Time to put your best foot forward
And walk with a clear mind
For life's just an open book
Happiness can outweigh the rage
Normality can be the next chapter
If you'll only just turn the page
Everybody can feel deflated
Not everybody you see can cope
But remember one thing quite clearly
Everybody will always have hope.
Ann Joyce on Plot
7 November 2019
A Plot
‘A plot, a plot, a plot’ says she
‘A what’ says he.
‘A plot of land’ she said.
He looked bewildered, shook his head.
‘Why not’ she said and smiled.
‘Some land, a house to build,
a room for you, a room for me,
a room for all our children three’.
‘A house, a room for you and me
a room for all our children three’.
He clapped his hands and smiled with glee.
So arm in arm along the trail
of all the plots of land for sale,
some full of rocks on sides of hills,
some with dried-out streams and rills,
some with brightly coloured grass,
says both, ‘but isn’t that so nice’.
Too many plots, no choice was made.
How can we ever choose, they said.
We’ll put their numbers in a hat
and draw the chosen one like that.
‘Oh, you have me dazzled, love’ he said,
‘Oh, you have me frazzled too’ he said.
‘So many rooms to fill’ he said.
‘How about a spell in bed’?
‘In bed’ she said,
‘Oh, yes’ he said.
‘You’re mad’ she said.
‘I want a plot of land’ she said,
‘where I can sow and grow
carrots and onions all in a row,
a stand for trees, some hives for bees’.
‘For bees’ says he,
his face no longer full of glee.
His mind caught in a plot of thought
of insults and of slights on him,
the many stings upon his skin.
How could she make him dig and weed
and tend to all her other needs.
His back began to ache and pain
but she beamed a grinning smile at him.
She knew that she could win this round
and so she bought a plot of ground.
She took his hand and both lay down,
she kissed away his many frowns
and he began to dream again,
a room for you, a room for me,
a room for all our children three.
Eddy Kent
brought forward from pick of the month.
The Old Ways
Where have all the old ways gone
When good manners was to the fore
People said please and thank you
Gentlemen still opened the door
Boyfriends asked a fathers permission
When they wanted a lady’s hand
They wined and dined their girlfriends
Not looked for a one-night stand
Picking your nose was disgusting
Passing wind was even worse
When girls went to the toilet
Boys looked after their purse
Is chivalry still out there?
Do boy scouts still roam the streets?
If so why is it on a bus
Youngsters don’t give up their seats
Is what I’m asking so alien?
I just want people to have respect
Show their elders some courtesy
Is it too much to expect
When someone you see drops something
Be refined, and have some class
Don’t wait till they bend over
Then kick them in the ass
Remember good manners cost nothing
Politeness doesn’t have a price
Don’t be a sap and be ungracious
It’s always nice to be nice
So if someone you see is in trouble
Give them a hand, don't be rude
And if you do so just look at their face
What you'll see is gratitude
In the old days people they did this
For they realised politeness was free
So let's all just take a step backwards
Here endith the lesson from me