Poor Shouting Pumpkins...

photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

Poor shouting Pumpkins

Standing on a shelf.

Greedy for a customer,

Someone to take of them

Good care.

But a cheeky little one

Loudly, as only she could dare

Shouted HALLOWEEN!

And the poor shouting Pumpkin

Ended up, chopped up by a Chef.

For poor shouting Pumpkins

Think, they cannot be heard.

But in the streets of London,

Where all sorts of things can be heard

If you are a bright shouting Pumpkin

Standing on a shelf,

You’d better watch out

For all those, not-so-grown-up Chefs.

Sing, sing shouting Pumpkins,

For late October is here, not there.

photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

What is happiness?

photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

What is happiness

But a little oasis

In the desert sands of sorrow.

What is happiness

But that genuine spark

That needs not to be borrowed.

What is happiness

But the glimpse that beyond today,

There could be a tomorrow.

photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

What is life?

photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

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What is life?

But a bag of mixed emotions.

Some,

Will bring you a smile.

Some,

Will bring you sorrow.

What is life?

But a mass of impeccable winds.

Some,

Will make you sail fast.

Some,

Will make time remain still.

What is life?

But the summit of a volcanic peak.

One that will make you roar.

One, that at times, will remain asleep.

photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

I let my thoughts flow...

' I let my thoughts flow...'

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I let my thoughts flow.

I catch them.

At random.

Like if I’m fly-fishing.

Artwork, photo and poem - © Jesús Montero

Why do they say that we should listen to our hearts?

Photo and poem © Jesús Montero

WHY DO THEY SAY THAT WE SHOULD LISTEN TO OUR HEARTS...

Why do they say that we should listen to our hearts?

Who did what wrong, can we figure how or when?

Why must our journey reach this very sudden end?

Who did what wrong, is there anyone to blame?

Why do they say that we should listen to our hearts?

When all that it’s brought is unhappiness and pain?

Why don’t we get glorious sunshine, instead of rain?

Who did what wrong, is there anyone to blame?

Why is there gloom where there used to be champagne?

Why is there loss where there used to be much gain?

Why do they say that we should listen to our hearts?

It brought us so near.

It brought us miles apart.

Photo and poem © Jesús Montero

The Rhyming Dictionary...

Poem & photo - © Jesús Montero

THE RHYMING DICTIONARY

On a rainy day in February,

The post arrived,

As customary.

Through the letter box, came

A Rhyming dictionary!

The perfect home for many a word.

Truly,

A sanctuary.

My search for words,

No longer arbitrary.

The flow of my pen,

No longer stationary.

Poor of the tongue, no more!

And such possibilities

To enrich my vocabulary!

But who could it be,

The sender of such gift?

Of which, I obviously am,

The beneficiary?

It could only be that Huckleberry Finn,

Whose friendship I can only term,

As legendary.

Thanks Annikki.

Indeed.

For you truly are,

EXTRAORDINARY!

Poem & photo - © Jesús Montero

The City Sleeps...

Poem & photo - © Jesús Montero

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The City sleeps,

Shedding

Unwanted nightmares.

The City sleeps,

Nurturing

Thousands of dreams.

The City sleeps,

Traffic lights

Yawning,

Absent,

Timid.

The City sleeps,

Longing

For a new day,

Dawning.

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Poem & photo - © Jesús Montero