Poetry Blogs (LIFE)
Some Friends are necessary for life.
As the air. As the water and food
Those friends, help us, to survive
In our hearts running, same as blood
They offer faithful trusted advice
And always keep the shining smile
Show satisfaction pureily, so nice
Have bounties tool, deeply as Nile
They never get argument to complain
They ever look for the cheerful talk to ...
Wednesday 20th March 2019 12:57 pm
I've been asking myself a question, lately
About what it is that I want
Because when I look inside myself
I see no aspirations of fame
No want for success
Instead I see the plates of food I fixed
The worn pages of books I've read
I see a bright day and tall clouds
The wind blowing the pollen
The sunlight cutting through
I see trees gnarled and thick, muddy paths...
Friday 15th March 2019 4:57 pm
The blackness doesn't exist
With eyelids positioned, fixed
To all looking in
A mind that won't give in.
Spectrums of colour await
Films and events,
Into moments that shouldn't exist
As the frequency demands it's existence to manifest.
The future and past
Pour like an hourglass
With each grain of sand
Making moments of transcendent glam.
Moments defined by an anagra...
Thursday 14th March 2019 2:52 pm
This poem was written in January, as a downward spiral was apparent. I believe it is best to know what our flaws our and they can be amplified when we are at our lowest ebb. They may never leave, but we can cope..
Alone but not lonely
Sensitive to the touch
Thinking too hard
Sleeping too less
Gravitating towards old pattern...
Sunday 10th March 2019 1:17 am
You should plan to keep going
whatever you meet .. whatever you face
The only thing to be growing
Never to fallback in the race
Be aware to wear patience hat
Remove the hat of desperation
Keep energy for acts no chat
No goals achieved in quotation
Always to ask what you need
To get ready helping people
Same as you eat you must feed
To win the race you shoul...
Tuesday 26th February 2019 6:43 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
This is the last of a series of poems for my granddaughter.
Annie is now an adult but still needs one- to- one twentyfour hour care. Her family has split and her grandparents are now estranged.
Jusr a normal modern family really.
I knew he once
so long ago
laughed with her
watched her grow
and slowly blossom
she is gone from me
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:19 pm
for Annie - now a school girl
Fairy lights, like stardust,
sparkle and spiral,
lips pout concentration
as fingers explore.
wide with amazement,
gaze as bright silver
fuses to gold.
tied back with ribbons,
is halo'd with tinsel
and crafted with love..
frame her pale face
as she dreams childhood drea...
Friday 22nd February 2019 8:14 am
I love to hear her laugh
it starts from deep inside
then fills her eyes
with a merriment that must be sharerd
by self imposed restrictions
demanded by our adult role.
We join her in her laughter,
our laughter encircles her,
Thursday 21st February 2019 8:01 am
Folded in feather down dreams
safe from fears of the night
undisturbed by winters white screams
thoughts wing away in full flight.
Muffled in merino fleeces
dreams glide over starry horizons
silhouettes hide in recesses
shadows sharpen into dark icons.
Soft lamps burn in dim corners
flooding the ceiling with light
showcasing moths like mad dan...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 8:19 pm
written on the birth of Annie my severly mentally and physcally handicapped granddaughter.
where thoughts whilrl in a tangle of sound
and sound mingles with fear and uncried tears,
where days and nights have no margins
and what of tomorrow
will suns rays bring co...
Wednesday 20th February 2019 7:53 am
an 'almost' true story - Just for the giggle.
We rushed to catch the early bus,
we did it, we did, but it was a rush
we rattled up the curving stairs
proffered up our exact fairs,
then plumped upon our seats to rest.
"Are you wearing your warm vest
winter's nearly here my dear
and what about your navy knickers?"
Around the bu...
Tuesday 19th February 2019 11:19 am
For Paul who is missing his estranged daughter
not the lazy drifting
clouds that I have come to love
but a tumult of thunderheads
a boil of molton lead
rapidly closing the gap
of the final glimps of summer blue
the glimpse of what was
the glimpse of what cannot be
Monday 18th February 2019 5:55 pm
Invest always your time
Time is life, why to lose?
Read and enjoy your hobby
To be happy, you should choose
Put your plan to save money
Money gives you happiness to live
Never plan to ask a loan
But should be able, too, to give
Actively, go for good change
World never stop at all
Give everything time to deal
Surely, you'll achieve the goal
Monday 18th February 2019 12:31 pm
This poem was written after a succession of terror attacks and is a protest against the feeding frenzy
of the press and sound bites from cynica lpoliticians.
It's easy to hold
the grand pose
then proudly stand
as rehashed rhetoric flows
from journalistic lips
politions checking their ratings
vye with each other
as they strive to compose
a more elegant prose
Monday 18th February 2019 11:15 am
One of my favorite games
to play as a child
was seeing shapes
in the clouds:
It was one of the
of my childhood.
As I grew up,
I began to see
Now in the archway
of my golden years,
I see beauty that
brings me to tears:
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:18 pm
Jagged white screams
sharpen to icicles
brittle tears lie scattered
and ground underfoot
diamond cut streams
lost in the labyrinth
fast frozen in time
at the moment of truth.
Holder of secrets
the cut glass of plenty
sharp as a dagger
the chilling white wine
cruel as a cutting edge
shards of bright silver
encrusted with sapphires
cold by design,
Sunday 17th February 2019 7:51 am
Soft soapy water
spilling through my outstretched hand
so hard to hold
like windblown smoke
or shifting sand.
Whispered voices speaking
without sensitivity or grace
while practised smiiles
conceal the lie
behind each shining face.
Soft soapy water
filtering through my wearying hand
disolves my innocence
while God's own godless daughter
Saturday 16th February 2019 10:45 am
Small frightened faces
Iron and rust
Iron and rust
Sharp smell of anger
Gunflash and dust
Gunflash and dust
Small frightened faces
Sharp smell of fear
Cries for the wounded
Cries for the dying
Iron and rust
Iron and rust
Call for their loved ones
Caught up in the rush
Small moonlit faces
Who can they trust
Gunflash and dust
Gunflsah and dust
Friday 15th February 2019 8:47 am
You don't have to understand
that's what they said.
Just believe, have faith,
don't doubt the things that God has planned
That's what they said.
You are blessed,
faith is a gift
given to a chosen few,
it's up to you to make the best of it
That's what they said.
Humility is good
as are obedience and servitude,
don't look for re...
Wednesday 13th February 2019 8:37 pm
Rumor has it, the story
went like this...
back in the '60s, baby Isaac
had just turned three,
waving the classified section
of a discarded newspaper
like a flag, but giggling
way too close to the heater.
That's all it takes
to turn ordinary days into tragedy.
Heater met paper;
paper, overheated, touched his shirt;
shirt mindlessly took in the flame...
Monday 11th February 2019 5:05 pm
I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure
Lest ye be bound
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light
Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...
Monday 11th February 2019 4:10 pm
Cathy was my friend.
I was twenty.
Cathy was twenty three.
at British Home Stores.
On the counter
and smells jostled.
Colours for the nose.
Candy for the eye.
She was pretty.
We’d meet in
We’d get stoned.
And go and
Sunday 10th February 2019 11:05 pm
I am about to speak,
Tap the roof of my mouth
Back of my teeth
With the tip of my tongue,
Every word inching closer
To screwing up
Your approval of me.
I was a people-pleaser
Until 25 made me learn
The hard way.
I wondered aloud about refilling
My Klonopin at CVS.
The cashier raised her eyebrow
As I c...
Monday 4th February 2019 4:46 pm
I inhale the tears
welling up in my eyes.
Feeling like I don't have
the right to cry for
letting so much time go by
without saying hi,
how are you doing,
what's new in your life?
I "kept in touch"
on social media,
and food for
people who didn't
know your name.
I was proud of you,
Monday 4th February 2019 4:04 am
I DON'T THINK, OF YESTERDAY.
LET'S TO THINK, WHAT IS TODAY?
SUN COMES, ALWAYS, BRAND-NEW.
WHY TO SEE SUN, AS GREY.
I LOVED YOU, SAME AS YOU ARE.
I BEG YOU KEEP YOUR PAST, AWAY.
I DON'T ASK, I DON'T CARE.
NOBODY IS BLAMELESS, EVERYDAY.
HEART IS OPEN, COME AND SHARE.
I NEED TO HEAR YOU, JUST SAY.
TOMORROW IS COMING, AS A SHINY DAY.
I LOVED YOU TOO, LET'...
Sunday 3rd February 2019 8:02 pm
“To do or not to do”, her daily instruction
I should always obey, to avoid reaction
She believes I'll remain in a weak construction
Wants to be retained in her falling section
Eyes, ears and tongue, three sources to act
Depending on brain, to judge it in the heart
She is herself leader, no love in her chart
“Practical in reality”, She said. This is a fact
Saturday 2nd February 2019 2:29 pm
How do you help
loved ones that
with the demon
I want to scold
them like a child
for their own good,
but I know it
on deaf ears.
I want to hold them
tight, tell them
be alright, but
they aren't buying
Is my only option
to waltz around
my candy-coated world
and watch them
Friday 1st February 2019 8:32 pm
| Love is deep as the road is long.
With every breath I live the day do what I can, this is where it begins.
Nobody knows how the story ends.
Moments pass like moving cars on the freeway all trying to get back home.
Look back not to the darkness threw the door. We set out so long ago.
Move my feet to carry on but it beats my heart when you are gone.
Freedom once grace...
Friday 1st February 2019 4:38 pm
It all happens quickly,
the way our bodies fold,
warm up to the concept
of a morning
rush. We forget sleep in the shower;
we contemplate coffee on the balcony,
then tie our shoelaces inside
keeps me from swearing
at the bad drivers in the concrete storm,
and that is the little difference
It’s day 28 of...
Thursday 31st January 2019 11:17 pm
We walk a
fine line in
as they are,
miss the idiosyncrasies
of body language
that convey sincerity
and good intention.
On the road
our muse sometimes
knicks old wounds
that the ego
rushes to protect.
to speak our truth
knowing some will ...
Thursday 31st January 2019 2:51 pm
Grace and Favour
For all that a life that's truly led
provides the anxious soul with balm,
yet a gentle breeze, invisible and calm,
precedes the storm where the meek have fled.
In Summer's graceful darkling glides the hawk
in flight over burnished grain, 'till late
a final stoop unearths its prey: its fate
the slashing shadows where the killers stalk.
Thursday 31st January 2019 12:41 pm
He loves me?
He loves me not?
Questions I have
asked myself a lot
since the day
I said I do.
Yes, he has a
like I am
Yes, he has a
can top Pinocho
with his lies.
Our love is
but I no longer
After four decades
in the trenches,
I have learned
Wednesday 30th January 2019 10:30 pm
You sucked the melancholy heart
from my cursèd body
drank the treacherous blood
from my hardened veins
retched the black bile
from my pensive spleen
ripped the calm phlegm
from my very breath
but I am still here
alive and happy to die.
Tuesday 29th January 2019 7:46 am
I could fill a barren sea
full of tears I've shed
for a moment with you.
I learned to focus only
on the good it led to.
What purpose does it serve
to open old wounds
except to serve the
So, I bellow not
unless it can be
Sunday 27th January 2019 6:09 pm
Let me move to a new place,
Where none knows my name,
And I know they will start judging,
As Everyone is just the same.
But till then ,
Let me find a new love,
New memories to let go my pain,
You can take my hand,
And please ask me to dance in the rain.
I know our love would break,
Just like all other affairs I had,
Some would say I had no brains,
And I am the reason you are sad,
Sunday 27th January 2019 10:52 am
I attempted suicide,
But I didn't die,
Not losing my life,
But what it means to be alive.
I'm drained of all motivation to continue,
But also of all strength to follow through,
I shouldn't be here,
It hurts, but it's true.
My days feel so long,
My existence feels so wrong,
I can't look at life the same,
Because I simply don't belong.
I can't be happy,
Saturday 26th January 2019 10:12 pm
You didn't say it back,
But I can't take it back.
Saturday 26th January 2019 9:30 pm
I think we can be something special,
So let's just take it slow,
And wait until we're ready,
To decide where this goes.
There's no need to rush,
Because I'll always be here,
For the next million years.
Saturday 26th January 2019 9:22 pm
Sitting on a bus
packed with senior cits
each and every one
with some malfunctioning bits
Life is only borrowed
just like a library book
so returning it well worn
proves you did much more than look.
Thursday 24th January 2019 11:55 pm
Too much reality
can burn a hole
through your soul.
I prefer to temper it
with rose colored glasses,
as you know.
With my glasses on
I can see past the ego
to the wounds at
I can see that the
past, present, and
future are all
created for one purpose
to tell the story
of how we want to
show up in this world.
I can see beyond
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 3:08 pm
You do not exist anymore
You are absolutely nothing
Unconscious, intangible, not there.
You exist in my mind,
You live on through that funny anecdote
That recipe, that legacy, our memory.
You are my tragic backstory,
The key to solving why I am the way I am
What you made me...
Friday 18th January 2019 7:55 pm
He bows at her body, thankful and polite, acknowledges the service, plays the part.
She smiles at stories, smart enough to be cynical but hopeful enough to be happy.
He takes out a notepad and pretends not to watch for a reaction
As she reads his silver words
As she reads his mind through the blunt tool of his silver words.
He thinks he’s wrong because she told h...
Friday 18th January 2019 5:49 pm
And all at once
We revisted the site
Where the wounded lie
We examined their injuries
Doing our best to determine
If they were fatal
It requires a detached rationale
It laughs in the face of pure emotion
For life is smarter than you think
Forever your opponent
Even when pretending
To be a friend
For life brought me you
Thursday 17th January 2019 2:40 pm
The darkness falls under my skin,
I hate my life and my soul within',
I'm trapped in my mind and I'm full of sin,
I'm fighting the devil and I cannot win,
Complacent thoughts are spinning around,
I hear His voice but there is no sound,
He showed me the way, the truth and the life,
The battle is won, I won the fight,
Come on devil your talk is cheap,
I've played my cards so read 'em and we...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 6:01 am
Live life today,
Like there's no tomorrow,
So forget about the pain,
And embrace the sorrow,
Life is a struggle,
That we all go through,
Searching for deeper meaning,
And contemplating whats true,
Beauty and complexity,
A trip through the divine,
It can't be mere coincidence,
It was done by design,
At first we are taught this is it,
The material is all that's there,
Then what is my p...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 5:54 am
don't have to be sad
often the word was revealed softly
don't have to be disappointed
often the word is carried away
don't have to be upset
often the word said in a sigh
don't have to be worried
often the word is held back hoarse
don't have to get worse
often the word is stuck in sorrow
when the clouds hang
I was confined
when it comes heavy rain
I screamed too hard
when a s...
Friday 11th January 2019 4:07 am
I want to hop on a bus
At the closest stop
And trust me,
I know how boring it must seem
To ride aimlessly
But I have had a day
And I want nothing more
Than an aimless circle
As that's all
Really are, anyway
Friday 11th January 2019 1:18 am
Needles and pipes are a way of life,
These temptations I have are hard to fight,
The rush I get is all too sweet,
Nodding out and drooling on my feet,
I snap out of it and want some more,
I fill up the rig its shot number four,
This cycle repeats until I run out,
I start to panic without a doubt,
What do I do? How do I get my fix,
Drugs and crime are not a good mix,
Whats with these thou...
Thursday 10th January 2019 12:11 am
Poetry is a
a lonely life
a frigid night
tonic for thirsty sailors
drowning in an ocean
from which we cannot drink
To our deserted island we go
while the world
casts us loners,
Let them judge
as they wine and dine
in crowded rooms
on cell patrol
Wednesday 2nd January 2019 3:18 am