Poetry Blog by Rick Varden
RoseMary on Masking the Truth (Sun, 21 Jun 2020 11:59 pm)
I have an array of tents
They’re nearly all the colour black
I don’t use them for going camping
Or carry them in a pack
They don’t go over a ground sheet
To keep out the wind and rain
or provide temporary accommodation
When I’ve lost my flat again
No these are the ones that I wear
For every occasion you see
They have to be very loose fitting
To make room for a per...
Wednesday 22nd July 2020 11:00 am
Alone again tonight as I turn off the light
No one to tell me “everything’s going to be alright”
It’s seems years and years, a shed load of tears,
have literally been salted away.
I can’t remember the day someone said
“everything is going to be be alright”
When I was a boy, I had no toys as such
‘cos we didn’t have much, no we had sod all,
but if I tripped over or too...
Sunday 12th July 2020 11:31 am
Swish coffee shop on swanky seaside plaza
It certainly entices, as his throat is parched
Looks right, left, and right again to cross
“Just inside here sir, table for one?”
He chooses to sit outside under plastic cover
It’s drizzling but no choice in the matter really
“Large skinny latte, shot of gingerbread”
“Suppose I’ll get ripped off" he mutters
Now, the real r...
Tuesday 7th July 2020 5:44 pm
My chair has been around for many years
It has supported me most of my life
It’s structure has mainly been very sound
Colour not always of choice but needed to blend
in with the requirement to fulfil its purpose
My chair has changed from time to time
It has seen many aspects of life and rooms
that didn’t always do it justice
in terms of ambience and mood.
Mood, ah y...
Friday 26th June 2020 11:27 pm
Keeping my distance
not offering resistance
To the rules and regulations
set across many nations
not a scary dream
But vivid reality
Get back to normality
Is all that we want
and all we need
Just want to be freed
Free to hug our family
To say “I love you”
or make amends
For that fight we had
Or that falling out
Sunday 21st June 2020 11:07 pm
I really love my bicycle
I think that it loves me
Can’t cope without my bicycle
It’s part of me you see
The places I can go on it
The likes you’ve just not seen
I ride uphill, or freewheel down
Don’t ask me where I’ve been
I sit here on my balcony
Enjoying sunny days
It’s good to know that travelling
Is done in many ways
Now some may travel on a bus
Whilst others take the train
Wednesday 20th May 2020 7:04 pm
Is the answer to the question acceptable?
Does the question deserve an answer?
If I ask you to be honest will you hear me out?
Or is it going to be distractions, deflections?
There’s a pattern emerging here, that fills my heart
with fears, doubts, what’s this all about?
Answer the questions, don’t counter with another question,
it gives me verbal indigestion
There seems no rhyme or re...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 5:03 pm
I can’t believe people think I’m sexist
Everyone has opinions even on Brexit
It’s really unfair just because I’m male
So that is why I’ve penned this tale
So, do as I say woman, but not as I do
Why are you dressed like that?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Tone down the way you look
And stop buying all those bags
When you go out with your girlfriends
You all look like a bunch of sl...
Wednesday 20th May 2020 10:31 am
Don’t say a word you may regret
Don’t say a word they’ll not forget
Don’t say a word about the past
Don’t say a word it might be your last
Don’t reveal secrets, no not one
Keep to yourself any private thoughts
Springing up like jets of steam
Just be thankful you were never caught
Don’t say a word you may regret
Sometimes words can spoil and hurt
Words said ...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 8:02 pm
I wish that things were like they were before
When we pulled together with an open door
When people conversed face to face, even when dashing all over the place.
I wish that there were no mobile phones
Computers, tablets and flying drones
Like when we called round to see our friends
Or chatted to neighbours over the fence
We pulled together when things got rough
Sunday 3rd May 2020 2:19 pm
There is something about the selfless people
whose life perspective
is aligned to the weak and feeble
It's almost as if they can feel the pain
and see the strain of those to whom
they empathise yet not just sympathise
Being careful not to make routine
their angelic and compassionate deeds
They choose not recognition
but to go unseen, quietly carrying on.
Wednesday 29th April 2020 11:05 pm
Life as we knew it, meant we could do it
Because we could, we did as we should
Knew right from wrong, joined the throng,
of whatever was our bag, a drag on a fag or
a pint in the pub, a lock in, or then on to a club
The weekends were great, a turnstile gate
of fans at the match.
The ref sounds the whistle
my seats in the middle, of the swankiest stand
Amongst some ...
Saturday 18th April 2020 7:10 pm
Suburban life awakens in a super output area of deprivation
According to the statistician’s index, this place has to be the pits of the earth in isolation
Children void of early morning food, plead with parents to get them to school, but know that they will again, fail to be heard above the wind and rain
No one taking the blame for how things remain,
in a grey and black world of cigarettes ...
Thursday 16th April 2020 10:50 pm
It’s not as if it creeps up
like a hungry predator
stalking the silence
Or that the blackness felt,
is mixed with the slightest
tinge of grey
But the fear is tangible
It is strangely and eerily simple
Easy to reason, but not entirely
comprehensible in any sense,
because it causes trepidation
The fear is real
It’s now too late to realise,
that a sol...
Wednesday 1st April 2020 11:36 pm
Sitting in the steel bowl
like pearls of wisdom:
Yes it’s there!
No wear, no tear
No teeth marks
I swear, in my
Glass house with
Glass table and
'Heart of glass'
On a glass turntable
Tuesday 31st March 2020 10:35 am
An underwater house
In an underwater world
With underwater guys
And underwater girls
In a subterranean
take you by the hand
Their bodies gyrating
to water music
With a strong backbeat
you can shake your booty
Some of those maids
are raunchy fish
But not in it
for the money
If you get my drift
So if you fancy copping o...
Monday 24th February 2020 8:30 pm
The stress the strain and endless pain
Is normal in a world where sun is rain
Where white is black
and you daren’t look back
or answer when they say “hey what’s up?”
When was it that for all this I signed up?
Don’t get me wrong I do the caring
not for money or gifts but for love and sharing,
and promises I made on that special day
but hey! When did I sign up for th...
Wednesday 22nd January 2020 1:46 pm
Richard Smith is on his way
To sell his products on this new day
As a salesman he’s cool and slick
On his van is painted ‘Moby Dick’
Nothing worth buying that ‘ain’t on board
From milk and bread to fags of course
From early morning his round is set
No need to surf the internet
For anyone else to deliver your stuff
Of Moby Dick people can’t get enough
Sausages, pies, c...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 4:06 pm
Hopes and fears for the coming year
At a time when we will all be divorced
from the European Union of course
Will things really change, with much less pain?
Or are we set for a bumpy ride against a roaring tide, of situations we can’t control?
A need to be braver, stubborn and bold?
With the benefit of hindsight and 20/20 vision
will the year ahead bring better decis...
Tuesday 21st January 2020 3:55 pm
Grateful am I for the things you do and all you mean to me
Remembering all the times we had and all those cups of tea
Appreciated are the favours given when I’ve been up against it
Trouble, setbacks, mountains to climb, and worries over Brexit
Invaluable your advice has been to put my life into perspective
Thankful am I to one so kind, and one so well respected
Saturday 4th January 2020 3:37 pm