Contradictions

Vistas

Don’t Upset the Birds

Mrs Wintridge wore a beret

waddling along the street,

tatty coat with buttons missing

ragged slippers on her feet.

In her garden was a fountain

where the birds would come to play,

Mrs Wintridge didn’t like it

screamed at them to go away.

Then she fell into the water

all the birdies gathered round,

saw her splash and cough and splutter

chirped while Mrs Wintridge drowned.

Fathered friends are bathing daily

drinking water as they will,

in that fountain in the garden

where a berets floating still.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2011.

Contact me.

If you have comments or constructive suggestions or wish to contact me for any reason, please email me on.

alangilbert2@aol.com

I will get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you. 

Tools for poets.

Tools for poets.

Here are some links to useful tools for poets.

Rhyming dictionary.

http://www.rhymezone.com/

General resource site with many useful links. 

http://www.poetry.org/default.htm

Dictionary and thesaurus.

http://www.websters-online-dictionary.org/

http://thesaurus.babylon.com/hat

Syllable/word counter.

http://www.wordcalc.com/

Poetry form and structure.

http://www.poetry-online.org/poetry-terms.htm 

A free and very good writing application that has served me well.. 
http://evernote.com/

My Facebook poetry group page.

You would be very welcome to join us at, "All That Rhymes Poetry" on Facebook. Share your poetry, promote your work, book, or web site, comment on the poetry postings. All genres of poetry welcome.
Find us at:
https://www.facebook.com/alanspoetry

Would You?

Would you stand before God

With your sword unsheathed

And spit in the eye of the storm.

Would you fight to the death

For the things you believed

Forgetting your body was torn.

Would you fly to the stars

Riding Arian's spear,

Pushing the boundaries

Of natural fear.

Risking damnation

For dreams you hold dear.

Would you?

Would you ride into hell

On the Sleipnir steed

And call for the devil to dance.

Would you stand all alone

Gainst the wrath of the world

Certain they hadn't a chance.

Would you get up and shout

For how it should be,

That all of the world

Could be fed and be free.

Cursing our leaders

Damn hypocrisy.

Would you?

Vistas

Pictures in a candle flame,

Manikins in bows and frills

Lightly dance in flickering steps

Their stately formed quadrilles.

Visions in a solar flare,

Rampant radiated power

Hurricanes of scorching wind

All worlds and lives devour.

Images in calming hues,

Crimson ribbons waft and wend

Train the mind to placid flight

Our darkest fears transcend.

Copyright©  Alan Gilbert 2012.

Green Willow Haiku.

Weep willowy tears

Spilt innocence in amber,

Gracing bounteous yield.

Copyright© Alan Gilbert 2012.