Tough love
Tough times
Not feeling tough
Just that bit rough
So toughen-up
Pull your socks up
Get tough
… if you can
else just be a nice good person
That’s a tough job though
So tough-it-out
Until somebody says
‘Tough luck’
Then, you’re back where you started
Which is tough.
Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 4:10 PM UTC
A couple, with a couple of sticks
Walking in convoy
Wearing out disjointed joints
To distribute the pain of future loss
Weapons of choice
They carry no voice
Only the weight of their owners
Who, thanks to the sticks, will live to walk another day
Dec 25, 2022
Dec 25, 2022 at 12:37 PM UTC
Alone in the crowd,
In that secluded corner.
Separate, except for all the other people.
We sat and shared a meal and the time for each other.
In the throng, buried in the silence of the noise.
It was good to be together
Apart from this world.
That, is love.
Sep 14, 2021
Sep 14, 2021 at 9:44 AM UTC
Stood
Looking at the two shiny buttons
A split image
Showing a male-man’s delivery
A pleasant reminder
Of times gone by
And of days yet to come
Feb 27, 2021
Feb 27, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC
I sat upon a wall to think
I thought a thought, I think
The thought I thought, I think
Was about the thought I think I thought, I think
What WAS the thought I think I thought?
...I can’t think...!
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 11:28 AM UTC
To those who do
And those that don’t
Life is the same, one imagines
One does
One plays
One stays
The night away
Only to dream of the next time
Those that do, do
Those that don’t, won’t
Life is complicated
But still it goes on.
Sometimes I think
Do we have a choice?
Sometimes, I think so.
Sep 23, 2020
Sep 23, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC
Poetry is a dangerous thing
It can make your head sing
It can make your mind zing
Beware the depths it finds
In our vulnerable minds
Take care how you give
Those words that live
Try to lower down slow
So the spirit doesn’t sink so low
Still the truth it may find
To bridge our connected mind
This is such a responsibility
That I hesitate to test
The effect on life’s fragility
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 8:08 AM UTC
Everybody wants something different
Even if they want to be the same
To be anonymous
To be the headline name
This contradiction
Is only plain
When everybody wants to be different
Ending being just the same
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 5:16 AM UTC
When an idea meets the night [1]
Who would drag it into sight [2]
Or deny the call for slumber [3]
The one who has to scrawl [4]
Blindfold, to encumber [5]
Oft in the dark
To look, in the morning
Decipher words, sometimes honing [6]
Those riven in the silent hours [7]
On reflection, not such towers [8]
The need, greater than comfort kept [9]
Why, when we could have slept? [10]
Because, unwilling, we do not want to be a poet [11]
But necessity makes us so - we have to do it [12]
Else the words will evaporate [13A]
The loss, thereafter, much too great [13B]
Life would seem the emptier then [13C]
Instead, we hold the thought, when [14]
Flowing through mind’s eye
To capture, fix and tell
That fleeting moment before it fell [15]
With sleepless slumber caught [16]
Our own future [17]
In that way bought [18]
Who would be a poet voice?
It is, after all that’s said, my choice [19]
Aug 27, 2020
Aug 27, 2020 at 4:46 AM UTC