Welcome to a collection of MicroPoetry, usually under 280 characters, some under 140, on a wide range of topics.  
Crushed  
Crushed 
By her too-high 
Hopes again 
She wasn’t aiming 
For the skies 
Or the stars 
Or the moon 
At the top 
Of the trees 
Or the vertiginous 
High notes 
Of a tune 
Just for a sprinkle 
More energy 
A whisper less sleep 
To help her spirits 
Climb up 
From the deep 
©moonbiscuitblog 
 
 
 
Hidden  
Plaintive owl cries 
Have unnerved him 
Awakened something 
Hidden deep within 
Tugging at something 
He’d forgotten somehow 
Or something he 
Doesn’t yet know 
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The Well And The Ladder  
I was having a bad time 
In my well of self-doubt 
When along came Myka 
With love in that smile 
And a ladder 
To help get me out 
 
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Dominoes  
 
An afternoon game of dominoes 
A hand in hand evening stroll 
By the still, mirror-like sea 
Gently tending to each other’s needs 
Thro’ decades of their shared history 
Love still shining brightly 
As they approach their nineties 
 
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Paper Heart  
Write your name 
On my paper heart 
Newspaper boats on a lake 
Fake news 
My paper heart breaks 
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Pondering  
Pondering on 
A perfect world 
All metaphorical 
Blue skies and sunshine 
Everyone always 
Getting along 
Then 
Realisation- 
We may need 
An irritant 
A little pain 
Something about which 
To always complain 
After all 
You need the grit 
To make the pearl 
 
©moonbiscuitblog 
Holiday Chat  
“You’re all I ever need” 
He said 
“I just want you 
And our love” 
So when going 
Away for a short 
Holiday 
How come he needed 
His ipad, his ipod 
His phone and his Kindle 
Was addicted to 
Snapchat, 
WhatsApp, 
And Twitter 
The one person 
He wouldn’t 
Sit down and chat to 
….was her 
©moonbiscuitblog 
Family Buffet  
Sisters and mothers 
Boyfriends and brothers 
The joys of a two-family buffet 
All going well 
‘til someone chose to tell 
They thought my niece was 
…. my sister 
Me complimented 
Niece’s pride really  dented 
 
©moonbiscuitblog 
Contenders  
Cruising the town 
In bruised 
Tattered cars 
Music so loud 
Bass so low 
Top floor windows 
Vibrate 
Are they song birds 
Singing for a mate 
Or contenders 
For urban king 
Hinting at their size 
 
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ShakeDown  
 
*whisper* 
I don’t really know 
What a shakedown is 
Or where I’d go 
To get one 
Is it something you buy 
Or something to try 
Do you see it 
Reveal it 
Or feel it 
Drink it or think it 
Do you do it 
Or have it done 
Or is life better 
Without one 
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