Sunday, 20 August 2017

Let Us Prey...

The parish priest

Peddled through town

Preying on sinners

'Fore the sun went down

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 12 August 2017

Moments Spent...

Oh, the ache

Of moments spent

How quickly

The years unfold

And fade away 

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Saturday, 5 August 2017


Who will miss me

When I die?

Not you

Nor they

Nor earth

Nor sky

Only the bugs

That feast

On my flesh

When my corpse is


And only bones are left

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Friday, 16 June 2017

The Turn...

Youth now spent

As age stomps on

Leaves wistful thoughts

Of all that's gone

'Cos now where once

I did turn heads

My wizened form

Turns stomachs instead!

Poem only  © Copyright Lynn Gerrard

Sunday, 11 June 2017

When I Am Gone...

When I am gone

I shall not miss

That which I was

Nor shall I miss

That which

I might have been

I shall miss only

That which I never was

To you

Poem only © Copyright Lynn Gerrard


Home lies not

Where the heart is

For the heart is fickle

And easily distracted

Home lies where

The soul best fits

And for some

Such a place 

Holds a darkness

Like no other

Poem only ©Copyright Lynn Gerrard



Being alone

Is too much

Of a crowd

© Copyright Lynn Gerrard