When the blue green summers
of youth give way
to the golden falls of the aged and grey
its understood that death will call
but no one cares
no one at all
When sacred lives have slipped away
in morning's paper deaths displayed
as obits breathing final breaths
of those who left this world in death
Their storied bones are buried behind
the other news and hard to find
a legacy of 50 words
or less if less in life occurred
Like the simple things they did unheard
The times they stopped to lend a hand
The little things in life they planned
The times for Christ they took a stand
The only footprints in the sand
and no one noticed
no one at all
except God
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 8:20 PM UTC
I love the summer
But I have to say
I hate barbecue season
The loud conversations
The drunken laughter
And the smell of cooking,
Sausages and burgers
Floating through the window
The loud and cheesy
Dance/pop music
Assaulting my senses
As I sit here alone
With a single bottle
Of fortified wine
As the loud, drunken
Fools with their
Loud, manly laughter
Have countless crates and bottles
Ready to be consumed
Yes, I sit here alone
Always the outsider
Scribbling my lines
To console myself
With the idea of " art "
As if it is important
Not to be
Part of the crowd,
When the truth is
I was never invited
Anyway
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
it's the same as before
or the other time
or the time before that.
here's a ****
and here's a ****
and here's trouble.
only each time
you think
well now I've learned:
I'll let her do that
and I'll do this,
I no longer want it all,
just some comfort
and some ***
and only a minor
love.
now I'm waiting again
and the years run thin.
I have my radio
and the kitchen walls
are yellow.
I keep dumping bottles
and listening
for footsteps.
I hope that death contains
less than this.
Jun 1, 2018
Jun 1, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
I've noticed as I grow older
And at 45 I am ******* old
I seem to be getting more resilient
Mentally, I bend
Where I used to crack
Things that 15 years ago
Would have destroyed me
Now I flick them off
Like an errant insect
That hassles me whilst I'm
Having a ****
The more pain that you go through
You must gain a tolerance.
Now I laugh
When I used to cry
Now I just shrug
Where I used to ask why
It's just the way of the world
I tell myself.
Life is pain
Get over it or die
Suicide now seems
Like a bad joke
They have taken all that they can
What's left now is mine
Is happiness the right
Word for it ?
Or just nothing left to lose ?
Whatever,
I'm feeling better than
In a long time
If this is becoming
Middle aged
Then it's pretty
******* good
May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
Am I getting washed up on the rocks
Heading into stormy waters
The white-tipped waves are giving me a shock
I should slow down, I know I ought to
Sailing too fast into the wind
With adrenaline I'm wired
My heart is racing, my eyes are pinned
My brain is getting tired
It's getting too much every day
Sailing upon the high seas
It's costing more than I can afford to pay
It's all getting too much for me
Am I getting washed up on the rocks
Heading into stormy waters
The white-tipped waves are giving me a shock
I should slow down, I know I ought to
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
But tonight
He will soothe my aching heart
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 8:24 PM UTC
Time crawls so slowly tonight
A Friday evening in the setting sun
Even at this time of my life
Surely I should be somewhere having fun
Not necessarily a drunken, drugged binge
Just socialising with my peers
My timidity makes me cringe
I sit here alone, except for my fears
45 years old and I've got nothing left
Just a long, slow, sad decline
Battling boredom whilst awaiting death
My life a burnt out relic of what once was mine
I watch the clock's hands slowly turn
Waiting until it's time to sleep
A life-long loser, what have I learned ?
Nothing, and makes me want to weep
May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:41 PM UTC
I saw an old blue jay today
unashamed of his baldness.
His beautiful crown reduced
to wispy sprouts of gray,
every which way
like a patient after chemo.
*Beauty cannot exist
without suffering*
I saw our rabbit’s kits yesterday,
they looked like little piglets
nestled in her nest of fur and hay,
plump and tender bodies,
tempting feasts for
creatures of the night.
*Peace cannot exist
without fear*
I saw a hummingbird this morning
and heard her vibrating chirp.
Cautious yet eager she
bobbed and dipped for sustenance
a thousand miles from home
like a prisoner of war.
*Home cannot exist
without longing*
I see an orangey moon tonight
pierced across the breast by clouds,
in halves instead of whole.
A symbol of the way things are,
a broken world that
few take time to notice.
*Consciousness cannot exist
without ignorance*
I looked in your eyes just now
and saw love.
Sickness, disease, danger and fear,
loneliness, loss and uncertainty
is, was, and forever will be
washed away in their blue,
at least for me.
*Certainty cannot exist
without love*
Of this I am certain
May 17, 2018
May 17, 2018 at 8:59 AM UTC
OK, so I guess that I'm a poet
I'm told that it gives me responsibilities
I don't even want to know it
The only person I write with in mind is me
People should just look out for themselves
No! That makes me sound like a Tory
I'm a Socialist, that's important to me
But, art is different, it's not life
I could never write for someone else
I've only got time for my own struggles and strife
If you want to, pick someone else off the shelf
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
What was I supposed to say ?
What was I supposed to do ?
I just went out for a walk today
And then I bumped into you
At first I didn't recognise
Behind the clothes, and that hair-do
But when I saw those deep brown eyes
I suddenly realised it was you
We awkwardly talked of this and that
The dogs that we both were walking
Not even " How are you ", no normal chat
We really didn't want to be talking
There's too much that's happened, much too much
For us to try to just pass the time
I found it hard to look at, never mind touch
What I used to be proud to call mine
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 4:37 PM UTC