Poetry Blog by Mike Bartram
Today is Sunday Paul, let's 'get lost'!
Let's escape the City smoke and frost.
Put Martha on the back seat of the car.
A destination unknown, drive away far.
We'll ignore all road signs, left or right.
I can walk in the woods, you can write!
Let's 'get lost' today, drive anywhere.
We can just be together without a care
No other place today do you have to be.
Just feel the freedom and be w...
Saturday 17th August 2019 9:45 am
I'm sitting here this Sunday at a loose end.
So I likened a Rainbow to our absent friend.
Rainbows are colourful, that wonderful arc.
Once in the sky, they always leave their mark.
When a storm moves on they lift the gloom.
Just like a flower in the sky in summer bloom.
That's just like our Doddy, you have to say.
He had the gift to brighten up our every day!
Sunday 4th August 2019 11:05 am
Let’s pretend its November, a sky full of rain.
Let’s pretend its December, frost on the pane.
Let’s pretend it’s my birthday, when I’m 61.
Let’s pretend its winter, with all our woollies on!
Let’s pretend its January, a blizzard on the way.
Let’s pretend today is the years shortest day.
Let’s pretend the shivering trees are still bare.
Let’s pretend its New Year, celebrations...
Thursday 18th July 2019 12:22 pm
My life has never been the same.
I look at the sun, but I only see rain.
In the calm waters, I sense a storm.
My heart it beats, but inside it's torn.
But I carry on with the masquerade.
Appearing happy, a role I've played.
As I've learnt to hide my tears so well.
I'm a lonely man, but you couldn't tell.
I feel the wind, when days are still.
I'll miss you today, and I always will.
Monday 1st July 2019 9:03 am
When our tears, we seem unable to control.
Remember Heaven awaits for our lost soul.
They are at peace and rest, a stranger to pain.
We cry long at our loss, but it’s Heaven’s gain.
Paradise awaits those who deserve it most.
And we will meet again, when God is our host.
But for now the reason God gave us a heart.
Is to fill it with memories if loved ones depart.
One day we’...
Tuesday 25th June 2019 6:14 pm
In Yew Tree to my Dad’s stone I now tend.
And all my love to him in Heaven I send.
Today I cleaned up my Father's headstone.
And tidied up the parts, a little overgrown.
I brushed away loose grass, every last blade.
With time the carved words have begun to fade.
But the elements won't destroy or take away.
The meaning behind what those words say.
I leave my card, with some words of my own.
Sunday 16th June 2019 2:05 pm
The White Star pride of all ocean and sea.
Unfairly labelled ‘unsinkable’ was she.
As who knows what dangers waters hide.
Peril can strike with every wave and tide.
A fresh hope and start for many on board.
She left Southampton, as funnels roared.
Passenger’s classes apart with different aims.
Titanic took to the Atlantic shipping lanes.
As the decks went quiet, o...
Tuesday 16th April 2019 5:38 pm
A tannoy announcement, a dreaded last bell.
Then to be cruelly denied our final farewell.
My darling has now gone, no tearful last kiss.
A train approaches, I hear steam engines hiss.
A chance meeting, a future that could never be,
Of this guilt and shame, I will never be free.
Then an express train thunders along the track.
I compose myself, before holding myself back....
Monday 8th April 2019 1:18 pm
Instruments packed away in velvet red case.
3 Chellos, 3 violins and the big double bass.
Quietness descended all over the huge ship.
Just 5 days in to her Atlantic American trip.
The band had just performed their last show.
Entertaining passengers with string and bow.
But tragedy struck as the hour became late.
Then the quintet and trio that night became 8.
As the minutes passed by an...
Thursday 14th March 2019 11:49 am
A flippant sale of my soul, a twisted devils pact.
Beauty to keep forever, my youth forever intact.
A hedonistic life to lead, freedom to deal in sin.
Lives left in ruins, fantasies unleashed from within.
Fade would mental scars, the devils role to heal.
My portrait bore my sins, a portrait to conceal.
If need be with ease, I can deny my age and name.
But the rats now gat...
Wednesday 23rd January 2019 7:24 pm
A mirror faced figure leading me astray.
Psychologically it is wearing my mind away.
It leaves me a flower, a knife turns into a key.
In my house I find there's more than one me.
Am I dreaming, does this robed person exist?
Would I even care if there's a knife to twist?
Loneliness can play evil tricks with the mind.
Reasons to live, sometimes I struggle to find.
Items change places not...
Tuesday 15th January 2019 11:43 pm