Poetry Blog by Steve
I’m caught up in the fog
I’ve got my hands out
Feeling my way like a blind man in a haze
Tap, tap, tapping my way along,
I don’t really know what I’m looking for
But I keep searching
I’m like a blind man fumbling in the dark
And I sometimes think I need an instruction book
So I can be flick, flick, flicking,
There are times; I ...
Wednesday 21st December 2016 8:46 pm
I don’t need applause
Or any kind of praise
I don’t need affirmations of love
Just a sign, that’s enough.
I don’t need platitudes
Or fake understanding.
I don’t need speeches
Just a word, that’s enough.
I don’t need your tears
I’ve got tears of my own
And I don’t need your anger,
Just advice, that’s enough.
I don’t need your sorrows,
Wednesday 26th October 2016 6:00 pm
I’m in the elevator
Going higher and higher.
I’m taking the lift to the sixtieth floor
Though I can’t really see myself opening the door.
I often think about reaching that floor
I won’t be the first;
People have been there before.
I guess it’s all normal for a man of my age
It’s like reading a book and turning the page.
I’m taking the li...
Tuesday 20th September 2016 7:18 pm
A daydream on a deckchair
Into a world unknown.
Nothing I remember,
Nothing I know
But a warm zone,
A place to come home.
A whirlwind, a vortex,
A time without a care.
Soft lights and sweetness
Relaxing in a chair,
A daydream on a deckchair.
Monday 8th August 2016 3:17 am
So would you believe me if I said I loved you?
Yes, me. The one who comes into your restaurant every week
For the rather average food
And asks for a table in your section,
The one who loves you
So, would you be flattered if my eyes followed you
Yes you, as you pass table to table
And smile back when I smile and flash your blue eyes at me
As you pass by serving...
Monday 1st August 2016 2:16 pm
Blow me up
Blast me against the wall
Burst me with bombs and guns into a thousand pieces
Shoot me down dead
With bullets to the head
And while my blood runs into the sand
Just think for a moment
That you could have shook my hand
Fired words at me
Instead of bombs.
You could have screamed at me if you wanted,
Shouted, screeched and yelled.
Tuesday 22nd March 2016 12:29 pm
That ongoing story that I call my life
Is nothing but a total tangled mess.
It’s a disaster area; a no-go zone,
And sometimes I feel like staying at home.
It’s a rambling narrative with a spot of romance,
Love and sadness and elements of chance.
The day will come when all will be resolved,
And the pain and sadness will just dissolve.
If you see the film versi...
Sunday 13th March 2016 5:02 pm
The stream becomes the river
The river becomes the sea
And the rain that washes over me
Washes into the sea.
For you are my rain,
My river and my stream
And I am the fisherman
Who loves you in his dreams.
So when I wake I’ll hold you
And take away your pain
Love can wash the pain away
Like dust in the pouring rain.
The stream becomes the river
Thursday 18th February 2016 8:00 pm
Lancashire County Palatine Tourist Bard on The One Who Loves You (Wed, 3 Aug 2016 12:44 pm)