Poem -

Longer than god

There is writing
Behind the bustop
Splashed in white paint
On the hillside
Proclaiming god
As our saviour

It has been here forever
Unscathed by the weather and
Longer than god
I suspect

and I wonder the people in buses
who see
and I wonder the person who 
penned graffiti 

Why I ponder such questions
Alone with my tea

everyday

M

 

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Marion

Pondering gives us headaches though... and poetry lol. Thanks so much my friend x

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Being Me

I love how you turn these pondering into brilliant poems that flow up and down, and in and out. And the ending is always a flick up with a full stop x

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Marion

You know what really amazes me... it stays white... not faded. I can only think that someone sneaks out in the night or god himself keeps it clean. But I don't think I  believe in god do I lol. Thanks Tina xx

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Rory McGinlay

To be human, isn't it the question of our ever own existence?

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Marion

More to the point is the question of its own existance R. It stays white... never fades... maybe god himself keeps it clean? Thanks R x

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Neville

It does kind of make ya wonder doesn't it .. my guess is the guy that wrote on that hillock was most probably a bit of a pillock or sumfink x

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Marion

Lol... made me giggle... someone's too long in the job eh?? 😆😆 x

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Neville

Success.. that’s what I wanted to hear 😎🌻👍xx

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Shirley Harrison

That's because you are a gifted poet, we see and we reflect whether it be something from 40 years ago or yesterday. Superb craft my friend 🌹 

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Marion

Ah you are very kind Shirley... thank god we have somewhere to pour out our crazy thoughts eh? l Many thanks love x

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