A Day Without TV
Imagine a day without TV or social media?
Awoke to the morning, didn't turn the TV on,
The world seemed like a place to belong,
breathed the air & filled my lungs,
With an optimistic sigh, the day would be owned,
Bird song in the breeze, no compulsion to please,
Like steps in virgin snow, I let uncertainty flow,
Free from guidance, fear or influence, inner peace begins to grow,
Every face is a friend without judgement,
A smile on a face with no intent.
know not of their troubles, opinions or contempt,
For living in peace where a mind is content,
Do not impose or attempt to convert,
For each to their own is a quiet lament.
A day without TV,
A day to be free…
©️ 2020 Graham Marshall
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Congratulations on the nomination, Graham! This one reminds me of the now! Lots of people walking out in the sunshine...trying to keep their distance...but lots of hellos and smiles I am noticing. (But that might just because I smile at them and always say hello as I walk to and home from work). Isn't it amazing how people should be staying in and watching tv yet they decide now is the time to go out and about....nowt as queer as folk!
Thankyou,
yes Ive noticed this myself, I walk every day & ive just witnessed people queuing up for fish & chips at the beach???? Its a bit like Adam & Eve with the apple... tell someone they shouldn't do something & there's something within us that questions... I wonder if the virus would spread as quick if the Government said everyone should hug? The streets would be empty Haha.
I tried to capture humanity in this poem, where wealth & what you have means nothing, where media influence does not dictate society's view of itself.
I'm pretty blown away by the nomination though,
Thanks again xx
Hahaha...tell us all to hug ?? I have just come back from food shopping...it was really good in the shop actually. No queuing to get in. Staff were on top of keeping people apart all good...EXCEPT this... There are lines at the check out to stop people getting too close. Pretty self explanatory really...you'd think! When it was my turn to move forward I did ...the bloke behind me then decided to act as normal and get really close. Before I could even open my mouth, the cashier yells at him to get back. He just stands there questioning her. I say back behind the lines and he asks why? ????? I say social distancing ...2 metres apart mate not 2 inches. So he throws his arms in the air like he doesnt understand. So I cough and tell him he's probably got the virus now..he soon backed off then...lol
I felt the need to share this info ...sorry ?
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SEX ? That, caused, you to stray. Away, from feint and grey ? Away, from the " screen " of respectability. Lost to humdrum passion. Or, fashion. Evidence, of inappropriate leanings taken on board, The Sailing Floatilla.... along craft-work, to better the salient mood. And, lessen a load. Off, the mind ? To, seek experience ? Releasing inner demons, to playful frolic ? Plus, escapist dream-states. Obviously. :)
Your comment is better than my poem Richard...
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Well done my friend. great write. You are an amazing poet.
Thankyou Kay, this was actually the 1st poem I wrote, just before the COVID-19 outbreak... So the context is for another time.
Stay Safe
Graham ❤
O, the beautiful outdoors..
just you alone and the beauty of creation..
Now I can Exhale!
Thanks for taking me there Graham Marshall.
A poem for better times...
Thankyou
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