Poetry Friday; Parrot by Gregory Benson

Parrot

Parrot flames on his branch;
his beak is a battle axe.

His encircled eye
pierces what it sees.

He screams like a soprano;
moves among the leaves like a rock climber.

He dazzles the forest canopy
with primary colours. A celebration.

© Gerard Benson

Poetry Friday; Scream if You Want to Go Faster - Brian Whittingham

Scream If You Want To Go Faster

When the noise gets louder
and the crowds grow thick,
when the rides spin faster
and end so quick

the shifty
SUPERBOB attendant
gives your change in
precise neatly folded notes
that add up to nine for him,
and seven for you

as the anticipation
of your day gets drowned
by
empty metal buckets, with bouncing wooden balls
by
red plastic rings, that never circle glittering prizes
by
rifles with telescopic sights, that ensure you never
knock the clay pigeon from its perch
by
bingo playing fanatics, waiting on one
by
bubble light darts, that never find their target
by
gigantic football team balloons, that parents always carry
by
the jumbo juicy hot dogs, smothered in fried ketchup onions
by
voices in the air
telling you to

SCREAM

If you want to go faster

Brian Whittingham

Poetry Friday; Days by Brain Moses

Days by Brian Moses

Days fly by on holidays,
they escape like birds
release from cages.
What a shame you can’t buy
tokens of time, save them up
and lengthen the good days,
or maybe you could tear out time
from days the drag, then pay it back
on holidays, wild days,
days you wish would last forever.
You could wear these days with pride,
fasten them like poppies to you coat,
or keep them in a tin, like sweets,
a confection of days to be held on the tongues
and tasted, now and then.

Video - Poetry of Reality