Poetry Blogs (2012, Life)
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What a life, running on twin rigid train tracks going to a certain point
but how easy it is to come off then end up hurt!
You see, this is life and we are all in it together coping how we can to do our bit.
I do things differently than you. Sometimes I succeed while others I fail.
At least when I’m down I can say I’m not the only one.
There are o...
Sunday 23rd December 2012 11:22 pm
In for me, in for me, they’ve all got it in for me,
Paranoia in the brain in its infancy,
Brilliantly mobility impaired but only artificially,
Additionally, my imagery is blissfully in symmetry,
Vividly and visually, auditory tripping differently,
I hear a symphony from my state of captivity,
Dismally waiting to hand over my dignity,
Efficiently falling but I’m...
Saturday 22nd December 2012 5:49 pm
Santa : bring me presents, bring me all I want
Bring me gifts of food and drink and other things as well
Bring me love and a tender heart to beat in time with mine
Bring me warmth with a human touch
Need is not a crime
I don’t suppose you can change my life
But at least you can change my day
And a thing that’d really cheer me up
Is a ride on your Christmas ...
Sunday 16th December 2012 1:27 pm
The war was all around
And the city was small.
The doctors laughed at him,
He was not like de Gaulle.
Well, may be the trumpeter?
OK, trumpeter, as a trumpeter!
Being a trumpeter is so good,
At least you don’t have to bow.
The bullets whistle over your head,
As the winds sometimes blow.
But why it happened like that?
For a boy ...
Sunday 2nd December 2012 7:14 pm
Not looking at anybody doesn’t mean not to see,
To do the things you like doesn’t mean to be free.
To be at the very verge of life doesn’t mean to die.
And standing on the ground doesn’t mean not to fly.
And how much to pepper so that all could be well?
And how much to sugar to sweeten the hell?
To live a normal life doesn’t mean not to dream.
But how long to ...
Thursday 29th November 2012 9:23 pm
It’s just a light.
Or a the small portion of the electromagnetic spectrum that is visible to the human eye,
It’s speed through a vacuum 299,792,458 meters per second.
The only thing strong enough to stare you in the eye
And tell you what really matters.
It’s just a light,
It’s seen things you’ll never see,
Heard the screams you told yourself weren’t there,
Monday 26th November 2012 7:16 pm
This is about "living life to the max;" a smidgen of humour is required to get full enjoyment of this poem. Cheers!
Live life to the max, it's a good way to be -
methinks the first mac I may have ever encountered
is a popular fellow to kiddies, called Old Macdonald
who had a rather lively and musical farm
now follows a yummy collection of food
from baked mac to mac & cheese
Sunday 25th November 2012 10:39 pm
Another busy day, another busy week
There must be more to life than working week to week.
I’d like to jack the whole lot in and buy a campervan: I’d drive leisurely down to France and maybe even Spain
Nothing would be too much trouble, nothing would be a pain
Some days I’d have baked beans for tea or maybe fillet steak
And they’ll be days when I’m going far too f...
Sunday 11th November 2012 10:43 am
What are we to do
about spectres in the mirror?
Pray tell, before they rise -
of film noir and poetry,
dark or brooding -
blaring piano forte
Whip out the shammy & Windex;
Please make your response or comment on my profile pa...
Wednesday 31st October 2012 11:06 am
My dying day is noted somewhere
On the calendar of fate
There’s a little tick on the calendar
To make sure I won’t be late
Some unearthly soul awaits me
As the years tick away
There’s a little tick on that calendar
But I don’t even know the date
My Life has not always been easy
But that’s the way of life
I don’t bother checking my calendar
Saturday 27th October 2012 7:57 pm
I'm just a schoolboy from nineteen sixty-eight
Moving through life at an incredible rate
I’m getting older on the outside every day
But on the inside I’ve not aged a single day
I like to have a few beers down at my local bar
But every time the barmaid smiles in my direction
I realise I’m just a grown up schoolboy
Who’s sadly lacking in articulation....
Monday 1st October 2012 2:03 am
Our life is a real drama
In such a colorful gamma.
Our life is just a moment,
Sometimes with a torment.
Just have enough patience
To keep good relations,
To love truly and forgive.
You won’t believe
But today I cried away.
Someone thought it was a shame,
Someone comforted, didn’t blame,
Someone said: life goes on,
Someone dies and some are ...
Wednesday 26th September 2012 10:20 pm
Saturday 1st September 2012 1:17 am
do your dreams play better in colour?
you may never make it to Oz, be left
in the dirty sepia hollow of your streets that bled
their hue & rye into the gutter
when your ankles drowned in
silk and nylon and the alleys breathed your
living tears did you lose more than I ever found?
what do you think you shall leave?
the weight of your footfall...
Thursday 30th August 2012 10:58 pm
Sunday 12th August 2012 10:45 pm
It’s a pity that
you can’t take off your skin
like an old dress
can’t cover the rags
with a smart dress
so that to impress
can’t embroidery stitch the holes
made by moles
it’s a pity that
you can’t pull out your heart
to bask in the sun
can’t force it cut and run
from the life of one
can’t let your soul
fly in the sky like bird...
Monday 30th July 2012 3:47 pm
Monday 23rd July 2012 8:21 pm
MISUNDERSTOOD Random moves and shameless dudes, Midnight shades and sullen moods. Roaming dark streets in silent hoods, Secret signs and stolen goods. A world of violence and cold, stark fear. No words to be spoken, no sounds to hear. Hiding in the shadows, in dark, dank doorways. Sneaking through alleys, in the damp winter haze. Cold empty gaze, no emotion or regret. Steal...
Sunday 8th July 2012 1:04 am
Oh, God! Give me the strength to forgive
Even when I was not forgiven,
No one to humiliate or to offend
Even when I was humiliated or offended
Give me the wisdom to be always fair,
Teach me to fly and not to be scared,
Not to be indifferent to the neighbors,
But to live and create for world's favors.
If I doubt to ask my heart for advice
As my heart ne...
Monday 18th June 2012 9:39 pm
All his things are around here, in the wardrobe and in the drawers
The man himself has gone
But all his things are here
Don’t put your things in that drawer, that’s drawer’s already in use
But it’s full of the things of a dead man
And he’s no longer here.
It’s cold out tonight, so very cold, so why don’t you use this scarf?
It’s the scarf of a dead ...
Sunday 17th June 2012 8:23 pm
Wednesday 6th June 2012 3:09 am
By three knowing souls
Left a vision of what could have been.
A momentary relapse,
Like Lady Macbeth, blinded
Misguided, bitter raged
Baby beaten on her breast.
Innocent youth taken
Shaken by protector.
No milk of human kindness,
To be sweetened, swallowed
Just a poisoned evil that is given at first breath.
An undone deat...
Tuesday 5th June 2012 4:43 pm
This is the shell
I am only Human
So is he
So is she
Comprehension wants to know something of the perception.
I am not perfect
The devil strives for perfection.
What do we have to do
Who tested you?
They've been watching me ever since.
Capable of being alive.
Spiritually I am visiting you.
I am jumping around the universe from p...
Friday 1st June 2012 8:42 pm
Written coming into Stourbridge Junction 29th May 2012
Passengers must not cross the line
An epitaph for a lingering death of times occasionally sublime,
Travellers lovers and would be friends
Attempting to wander over fertile ground
Once so profound
Passengers must not cross the line.
By car, by train, by plain, by boat, adventurers in love.
Wednesday 30th May 2012 9:50 pm
Well hello there,
It has been a long old while since I last posted and lots has happened since my last post. I have a new job and am now officially a commuter which is inspiring a large amount of material as you can imagine. I have also had one or two tragic events happen which leads me to my latest entry.
At the beginning of this month my Grandfather passed away after losing a long f...
Tuesday 29th May 2012 8:15 pm
On this day you left.
The Earth could no longer handle your grace, for this world can be an ugly place.
We couldn't handle your departure by ourselves. You showed us that we still have each other and that family is more than we were allowing it to be. Some of us will recoil and shrink. We look at them and we think about growth, our own extra terrestrial face as universal...
Monday 21st May 2012 4:56 pm
So we went out to see a film, with cars and music:
The Fast and The Furious. It’s like old times, you know,
Nick and Deb, when we had that thing.
Now the film ends and we go to your house,
reality hits home in the usual way.
The bloke you met sends you a text “Hello beautiful…”
and then I know it’s time to leave.
The trauma starts as I realise, th...
Tuesday 8th May 2012 6:17 pm
You used to ask me.. What does pain feel like?
You told me that there will come a time,
When we will feel the sun, but not know it as the sun,
Hear the wind, but not know it as the wind,
And our ribcages will open out like arms in front of us.
You used to ask me.. If pain was what happened when the wrong hands touched the right skin.
You told me that you were so sc...
Friday 27th April 2012 6:22 pm
Sonnets are meant to be about romance
You know? All that's good.
But why should form be contained,
can one not make love to the page
in their own expression?
Imagination like a dodgems car,
wild yet bumpy.
And I guess that's what love is,
you can try to steer in the right direction
but there will always be obstacles...
Sunday 15th April 2012 6:49 pm
Mornin' on the desert, and the wind is blowin' free,
the elements have freedom,
but what about me?
Trailing from bar to bar
like new age saloons,
why's it so hard
just to find me a home?
I keep on wandering,
wondering where's my milk and honey?
People sippin' on moonshine
or as some call it money.
Mornin' on the desert, and the ...
Sunday 15th April 2012 5:18 pm
We fly towards the new millennium in a heady rush
of life not knowing where it will end,
or if this is only the beginning of the rest of our lives.
Who has fucked who, who is at war,
who loved who? It all seems inconsequential
compared to the death of the millennium.
Will we be happy or sad when those seconds fall
on a virgin new year?
Tuesday 10th April 2012 11:42 pm
So you’ve been a little lost lately,
I’m here to change me by changing you,
Guide the lost down the path until they ready to change against me,
And walk your own way,
I mean what I say so if I can get your okay, I’ll talk these lines away and you can repeat what you may.
You’d probably hate me,
If I was to tell you I won’t debate, see,
I got time in my wake tha...
Saturday 7th April 2012 5:51 pm
Talk to me, I know you're dying to speak,
To pick apart your brains until you feel half way complete,
Eating all these pills until the secrets leak,
From your brain to your mouth and you're spitting demons in your sleep.
The weed and beer couldn't ever save us,
But as if it would cushion our fall we chased the buzz,
Two sides of one argument, "well you shouldn't", ...
Thursday 5th April 2012 11:54 am
Kids with drugs
being ripped apart
by blades of a knife.
Their lives end.
Do we even try
to make it stop?
Just getting by
have we lost sight?
Wednesday 4th April 2012 5:06 pm
I struggle to be – as I see.
Lies become truth-ingrained.
Reality branches snapped from life's tree.
I struggle to be – as I see.
How I long for us all to be free,
though in sentience I'm pained.
I struggle to be – as I see.
Lies become truth-ingrained.
Tuesday 3rd April 2012 9:06 pm
Man’s logic is so illustrative and simple,
He thinks he is so nimble.
Remembering the words of the great Pushkin:
“The less we love a woman the more she likes us”,
He is neither in a hurry nor in a fuss
To express his feelings and…. Alas!
There is nothing more here to discuss
From the attitudes of the poetic lyrics.
Pushkin’s words are not yardsticks.
Monday 26th March 2012 6:19 pm
HOW FED UP
Brave people take control and change their lives.
Stuck in a boring job, just for the money.
Stuck in a loveless marriage, just for the kids.
Stuck with a knackered old car, falling to bits.
It’s up to you to make happiness and change your life.
Sunday 25th March 2012 6:26 pm
I hear the music of the Creator
In the fire of the sunset, in the blue darkness of the night,
In a starling’s song – a spring’s curator
Even when the quietness is tight.
It seems that love embraces all the creatures.
No more sadness, loss and tears.
No more wars, no more killed soldiers,
And only Madonna tenderly cradle her dears.
But how to understand where the evil vanis...
Wednesday 21st March 2012 5:07 pm
We were together after I was alone for so many long awful months; it seems I cope best when I’m happy with a gal. My friend Karen sees this, anyhow you left me after three months and looking back I see we’d of never worked. I saw you a couple of times, one after I’d been on a date with another strange gal in Manchester; I felt rather strange seeing you in town and you looking...
Thursday 8th March 2012 11:41 pm
Under the moonlight in the park
The stars shined like sparks.
A young couple walked,
You could hear them talk.
He was a guy with a sportsman's figure,
She was like a thin fragile stalk.
All the time the guy talked.
For a bet he crossed the bay
And it was on a stormy day.
He fought with the devils stream,
He heard the petrels scream.
How brave yo...
Thursday 8th March 2012 3:23 pm
Spin the washing and hang it up
Mow the lawn and rake up the grass
Put out the bin and sort out your life
Oh and get a carton of milk before you go home to the wife
You’ve got your shirt to iron before you go to work
And your shoes need buffing and the car needs filling
So you’ve got no choice but to put your life on hold
But there’s time for a pint...
Wednesday 7th March 2012 12:33 pm
This Current Economic Climate
Grows when allowed
Burrowing its venem
Those that can’t pay don’t
And the bill becomes larger and larger
And their pockets become smaller and smaller
Then their houses get tinier
Then they lose them
And their sleeping blankets have no zip...
Thursday 23rd February 2012 12:04 am
Monday 20th February 2012 11:04 pm
Just audio at the moment!
Monday 20th February 2012 12:14 am
Death comes without warning; it steals your life away.
It takes away your loved ones, and the lights of your day.
Death comes silently; it stabs you in the back,
It reaches round behind you, then comes in for the attack
Death comes slowly; it reaches for your throat
It overwhelms you; it chokes you, before you’ve had time to put on your coat.
Sunday 19th February 2012 4:42 pm
This February took me to the frosts,
Experienced me by heavy snowstorms,
Wanted to know how much my love costs.
But…I was laughing boldly.
Happiness can’t live lonely.
I warmed myself by this verity.
This February tried to cool my heart,
It wanted us to live forever apart.
But…it forgot: March will be a start.
It tried to ice-bound my ...
Tuesday 14th February 2012 7:01 pm
The anguish in your eyes?
Change the lenses!
The winter in your heart?
Fill the light! Be smart!
Someone betrayed you?
Says: Don’t love you?
Forgive that hurt!
It’s just a bullshit.
You are feeling nervous?
Drink tea with sweet honey!
You won’t buy health for money.
Your days are blue and gray?
Take the guitar and play!
Greet every new d...
Friday 3rd February 2012 1:00 pm
not in God,
but in us,
in I and you,
what was lust
turned so quickly
to earth scorched
red as angry rust.
There ain't no God, Mister,
there ain't no God,
but those who believe
believe in what they must
until that final day
when boxed and earthed
we will return
ashes to ashes
and dust to dust.
Friday 3rd February 2012 12:42 am
BANK OF IDIOT
Hey mate you're in the bank of idiots. You had the lady and acted out of character. Do you regret your actions? The art is in your house with positive sentiments off the lady. Signed with love and kisses, like her letter was. Do you still keep the letter and read it? What do you feel? I bet you like her art; it reminds you of your brief time together. In the pub she talk...
Sunday 15th January 2012 2:57 am
When you reach the forgotten age
like 45, between 40 & 50
you realise that you need someone
by your side to remind you
that it isn't who you're with
but what you feel in your heart
they say life begins at 40
they also say that it's the mid life crisis
for sure you're no longer young
and for sure have not attained seniority either
Sunday 8th January 2012 8:41 am