by Alan Zoltie | Aug 18, 2022 | Poems
Eighteen with many bullets, though not rising up the charts Telling tales from her favorite past time, twenty years ago Stating the facts and wishing she was there Never a doubt that passion was shining inside her young eyes Comical in fact, as she described an era...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 18, 2022 | Poems
Red river flowing Cascading Twisting, turning Moving continuously Life giving Buried within walls Hidden Pumped at an even pace Rushing to its destiny Taken for granted Painfully halted Staring, unable to see Poisoned by an unknown Outwardly unchanged Inwardly dying...
by Alan Zoltie | Aug 18, 2022 | Poems
Twenty-four years, and now nothing, just redundancy Assisted by a pay off, this, was day one Lost amongst thoughts and regrets Coming home, to stay and then to leave A badge, a clock, a thank you and a closed door All in the space of a party from hell Saying goodbye...
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
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
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...
