poetry

Words Are Easy

The only thing you can be sure of Is that you will hurt and be in pain Love and relationships just seem To end in disappointment all the same Words are easy Commitment harder I am lost again Promises broken The past spurned Love’s gone again Tired of trying to build a life Only to find it was never meant to be Getting older and so its harder The let down I feel is plain to see The dreams that I had imagined The things that we were still meant to do Smashed against the rocks of derision I am cut through and through Words are easy Promises too Whispered lover’s achings Lost somewhere in the breeze A tarnished future A rusted me Yes, words are easy Promises – simply

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Free?

There was a time when I believed I subscribed to a common point of view What else would a young man do? These days though I have to laugh I am unique and maverick you see And I got to tell you that really is me I suppose you have your models Boxes that neatly describe your reality Put me in one and throw away the key Laughingly, I actually object to that I mean, who the hell are you to tell me What I am and how to be? I’m going to be me, and that means free Free of boxes, free of expectations Free to decide on the spur of the moment What seems good and right for me Stop projecting your expectations I’m not you, I am

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Being Rather Experimental

So what do you all think to this? It is called The Power of a Song.     It’s me being experimental and the poem is from Moon Whispers. Do let me know!!

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Write Drunk, Edit Sober

Apparently, that’s an Ernest Hemingway quote. It is quite brilliant and sums up how I write – either drunk with alcohol or spirit…. Just not sure I edit…. sober or otherwise – at least not here…   Write Drunk, Edit Sober I sit here with my white wine Ziggy plays on the stereo The keyboard scattered with Crumbs from lunch My fingers tapping As I am rapping With words I’m drunk Certainly not sober And this poem will never be edited It may be reddited To see what you all think But do you think I care When I share my inner self Gathering dust Sitting on a shelf No one reads my stuff anyway I got lots to say But no one listens So I’m just another drunk Talking

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What I want

I want I need I want your touch I need your love I want so much I am needy Yes, greedy Slide your hand Across my skin Make me feel Like I sin Give me satisfaction Awaken my senses I want to feel Lower my natural defenses Give me Hold me Get inside my head Remind me I am not yet dead Plumb my depths Ski me deep Grab my attention I want retention Grab me Make me Feel Reel Real Feeling like I am the center Of everything Imagining Feel Reel Seal The happiness in  

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Finally Free

Looking for the solution Another compromise Your way or the highway Shake my head in dismay Tied up in writhing knots Like a ball of slithering worms So much activity, so little to gain It all remains exactly the same Diversity and opinions We never think the same Differences exploited Eternally disappointed It’s such an easy game Everyone’s so gullible To easy to divide Playing upon our personal pride The writhing will continue Jostling, bustling and finger pointing Shit rises slowly to the top Extracting every stinking drop Maybe the answer is plain to see Stop fighting and struggling Just stop and let it be Be finally and utterly free

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Charade

It is just a charade A game deep within a game Hypnotic and beguiling Passing scenery that can be extremely charming All you have to do is chose to Dream a dream into reality But do take care with your sanity. A moving tapestry hung There before your very eyes Strength needed to recognize The strangely sordid lies The game is about creating And also creation sorting Determining what is true But beware because whatever you do It is only ever true for you Geburah is needed here Hold that sphere dear Mars like efficiency Sorts the thoughts Sorts the pictures While Gedulah smiles another Images moving from one pillar Across to the other It is just a charade A game deep within a game Imagine that

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Why?

Drip A blob falls to the ground A drop A tear Don’t worry; there is nothing to fear Sip Drinking it greedily down A gulp Swallow In this sadness I will wallow My eyes are wet I cannot seem to forget What the hell happened? The lump in my throat Reading your last note What the hell? Yes, What the hell? What were you thinking? Guess we will never know Why you decided to go People bury their secrets The outside not the inside So what was it inside of you? Was it something you thought you knew? Drip A blob falls to the ground A drop A tear Don’t worry; there is nothing to fear Sip Drinking it greedily down A gulp Swallow In this sadness I will wallow

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The Mystery of Existence

It’s a truly funny thing As I sit here, another night alone Playing with my mobile phone Thinking back and thinking on A life now set in stone A journey through a changing world I try to make sense of it all Juggling pieces around A jigsaw has only one outcome The pieces only fit one way The picture you portray It makes me wonder If the rest of the journey Yet unrevealed, is already set Sealed, delivered and done Nothing gained, nothing won Alone I am in eternity Alone I am in time and space No winners in this lonely race A cold and lonely dream And I know that it is not what it seems I know that I’m making it up As I go along And it

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A Way Back?

The silver image flickers on screen Moving stills still alive now dance A home movie rerun has begun A 1960’s sun hangs high above us The surf churns and works the beach Moments from a childhood now out of reach Blisters painful on my reddened sunburned back The drifting aromas of cuppa soup Whispered and muted parental voices speak The tent gently flutters in the night breeze I shiver and roll and try to sleep Imagined stirrings of a quantum leap The grass sways in golden waves The incessant buzz of insects grind Dragonflies hover like silky silken copters The heat envelopes us within a shimmer A feeling creeps in – one of déjà vu A crack in time that I might climb thro? The surfboard rides and glides easily

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