Poetry Blogs (2021, balance)
Fear is such a desperate thing
It tells you many lies
It tells you that you are not strong enough
It says you shall not win, cannot survive.
Fear claims you will not cope
Feeds you despair
It tells you words that you should never trust
It says that you will break beyond repair.
But if you've ever been afraid and heard
It whispering or shrieking in your ear
Then learn from your own pa...
Friday 26th February 2021 12:46 am
They some expecting happy times.
They some only hoping.
They some o' them writing rhymes.
They some barely coping.
They some doing very well.
They some not too badly.
They some wonderin' how to tell.
They some struggling sadly.
They some joyful where they are.
They some not delighted.
They some long to travel far.
They some trapped and frightened.
They some goin' to change the ...
Monday 15th February 2021 12:38 am
There is no winning or losing possible
Only what we let go of and what we keep,
Because we don't know the final outcome
Or the purpose of anything.
And positivity and negativity are as good as each other
When nothing much matters,
So it all comes down to not what we want to be or have
But what we want to feel.
Sunday 31st January 2021 1:30 am
There is greater evil in this world,
And greater good, than we ever perceive.
There is far more wrong, and far more right,
Than we ever believe.
There is only ourselves out there,
And whatever we imagine.
There is just our self to turn to,
To retain our balance.
It isn't what we meet in life
But how we choose to meet it.
It isn't what turns out in life
But what we do about it.
Monday 21st December 2020 6:44 am
Beauty is as beauty does
What beauty does
Strength brings strength
A healthy gainful glow
Beauty cannot live within
If it has no strength to grow
Strength cannot live within
Where beauty is not known
Sunday 17th February 2019 8:57 pm
At what point is love
in balance? resolved?
love is not
an unyielding beam
but flects as weight
of want or force
offsets another's wishes.
such scales can
nor the loss
Words and foto Tommy Carroll
Tuesday 7th February 2017 9:18 pm
Grief is costly and I was broke,
Not you or him or any bloke,
Could have filled my pot of casting love,
He pulled my purse-strings from above.
That heavy weight of stress I threw,
I shrunk and stole myself from you.
That constant stream of words that played,
For them, a fortune I'd have paid!
I foraged deep for that sweet tune,
But woeful blues, they filled the room.
You wouldn't know the...
Monday 22nd June 2015 12:29 am