by Alan Zoltie | Aug 18, 2022 | Poems
Planting seeds that shall never grow She tip toes stealthily up and down Land that once belonged Consumed by those who champion progress Placing a finite ending to a life of toil Leaving little for those who seek sustenance Concrete laid upon fields of green Dust...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 17, 2022 | Poems
It’s a bad word It’s the F word It’s a cruel word It’s descriptive 50 ways to make it worse 50 ways to make it funny 50 nations use it differently 50 differences in every way The Scots are guttural The Irish they joke The Welsh just sing it The English actually mean...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 17, 2022 | Poems
A boy on a rock Looking around, searching Taking it all in Watching the crowd swarm Frantic calls everywhere He sits obediently Waiting for their return His rock precious So many strangers Yet he knows most Fear is not a factor The neighborhood familiar There is no...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 17, 2022 | Poems
One more time we sit and ponder Oh but for God’s grace we are alive Remembering those savage pictures Moving images live and running TV screens filled with jumping bodies Corpses, scattered in pieces for miles Impossibility brought to reality Never forgetting where we...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 17, 2022 | Poems
I awoke at that precise moment 0:00 on the blackberry A new day, a special day, a teenage dream Yes, there at last, or perhaps too soon The beginning of the start of the end Thought process so intimidated by possibilities Capturing the past in a nano second Running...
