Poetry

Nylon

Ode to Nylon In looms of industry the polymer sings, A synthetic fibre, strong and light, Its nylon threads, like midnight’s silvery strings, Weave through the fabric of the day and night.

Amuse

A gentle chuckle, a teasing grin, A witty line that starts within— To amuse is to paint a smile on grey, Turning dull moments into bright‑shed play. In shared laughter we find our tether, A

Plane

Silent wings upon the sky, An aeroplane carves the blue, Leaving vapour threads that sigh, As sunrise paints the world anew. Engines hum a steady tune, Over fields of verdant green, Through cotton clouds

Civil

In quiet streets where lanterns gleam, A civil hush begins to dream, Where neighbours share a soft‑spoken word, And courteous gestures are not blurred. The town hall stands with modest pride, Its stone

Gooey

Gooey whispers in the quiet kitchen, A river of caramel slipping slow, It clings to spoons, to fingers, to the tin, A tender tide that lovers know. Like jam on scones at

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