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Author: Markey Mark Symmonds

Published writer of poetry and performance poet , writer of Flash Fiction
Apr 18, 2017Apr 19, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds poem, Poetry, Uncategorized

Graveyard

In the ground row by row stand headstones and crosses some with names and couples and heroes, some plots of people we don’t know. Adults and children who will never grow but who’s memories will never go. Young and old death makes no distinction all of them laid in the cold. People come and pay … Continue reading Graveyard

Apr 18, 2017Apr 18, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds poem, Poetry, political, Uncategorized

​The Country Decides

It’s been announced that the country will decide, to stop politicians override. Now we will here what will and won’t be and all hold our breaths to wait and see. What will each party try to be and more importantly what will they do for you and me.  Will it be one issue on which … Continue reading ​The Country Decides

Apr 17, 2017Apr 22, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds flash fiction, poem, Poetry, short story, Uncategorized

Day at the Zoo

Monkeys swinging and rolling at play camels munching at yellow hay. Elephants squirting and trumpeting water to wash their back they are safe from slaughter.  Flamingos all pink stand on one leg like a skater on an ice rink. There is the hippo so big and tough chewing on grass that’s bare and rough. Then … Continue reading Day at the Zoo

Apr 15, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Silence

When I'm  all alone and dreamy that's when I start to hear the silence.  Not absolute, it never is, but quiet enough to have a think. To shut my eyes and have 40 winks.  The silence washes over me like a warm mug of tea and I sit in my armchair and just stare and … Continue reading Silence

Apr 15, 2017Apr 15, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Peace

When children cry and governments lie why does no one ask why? Why do we bomb, kill and fight? Why has the world  not seen the light? Why do countries want to show their might and prove to the world their way is right. Yet they don’t really care about our plight and keep on … Continue reading Peace

Apr 14, 2017Apr 15, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Knives

Long and short thick and thin made of metal and tin fixed blade and folding; mass produced or hand made. First it's out then it's in no fuss no din. Home made or bought from a store shiney new or used before. One lunge and they knock you to the floor. The knife is a … Continue reading Knives

Apr 14, 2017Apr 15, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Starving

I see the children starving and thin so weak their little bodies make no din. No harvest to collect no cattle to bring in just baron land dust and sand. Disease gets a grip while they are a kip. Another child lost to famine another family takes a hit. They come to blight you, why … Continue reading Starving

Apr 13, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Twilight

When daylight fades into the night, shade and shadows cast a long hue across the ground and all there is to rock the senses is sound. This is where the night comes with a bound. The love smitten teenagers kiss and the bark and whine of the hounds break the air. Chasing things that are … Continue reading Twilight

Apr 12, 2017Apr 15, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Our Local Park

Green grass and cricket pitches, football goals and rugby posts. Our local park where loads of cars park their occupants enjoying a lark down on the grass amongst the trees covered in bark. Bordered by trees that change colour in the autumn and throw down their conkers for children to collect and thread on to … Continue reading Our Local Park

Apr 11, 2017Apr 15, 2017 Markey Mark Symmonds Uncategorized

Duck Pond

Wind blowing, waves rippling with low light on the peaks of the water which laps at the side as the ripples spread out wide. Moorhens and coots: swans and mallards swim to feed on what morsels we have to delight. Back and forth the mallards go with and against the ebb and flow. The swan … Continue reading Duck Pond

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