My wine demon called again today
To ask if I wanted to go drinking with it
Tried to tempt me with a chilled Chardonnay
But I said no.
Then the pipe burst in tbe kitchen, water everywhere
And everything just went crazy, especially the kids
So wine demon and I sat on the stair
And I poured myself a large one
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 5:16 PM UTC
We did not come here on the orders of others
We came freely, our own choice, blown by the soft winds
scattered o'er many a mile
Landed upon Flanders Fields and rested a while
Then death came, disturbed the earth
Destruction hit the ground in which we slept so quietly
Awoke us from our slumber sweet
To witness tragedies and defeat
Now we are risen
and in our place beneath lie men and boys of courage, strong and true
Who fought valiantly but now lay slain
Our gentle roots entwine around their bodies that remain
Each dawn we wake for them and face the summer sun
At night our gaze doth meet moon
We stand tall and proud and dip our heads
And honour them that lie beneath with our petals red
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 7:16 AM UTC
All my forgiveness is gone
I have no more love to give
No more happiness to share
I feel tired, empty
Feel myself slowly being devoured by your ignorance
Destruction and despair are your new masters
Hatred and fear rule you now
What happened?
Where did it all go wrong?
Did I not give you enough?
Did I leave you wanting?
I did my best, showed you the way.
Ungrateful, that's what you are
I must end it all to begin again
Start afresh, anew
Before it is too late
Is it too late?
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 7:50 AM UTC
Americano in the sun
So delightful
I think I'll have another one
Jul 1, 2014
Jul 1, 2014 at 5:39 AM UTC
Purely my opinion
But I really have to say
I often don't understand it
And I just want to convey...
I feel lost in this world of "poetry"
Often floundering and splashing
In this ocean full of words
Against the rocks I feel I'm crashing
onto the beach that is the glossary of terms
A-Z my head I'm bashing
On the poems I often "heart"
Others I end up quietly trashing
Though I get a bit excited
when my lightning sign is flashing
That's when I start to think that maybe
poetry feels...
SMASHING!
:-)
Please tell me I'm not alone
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
I must try to be strong now, my boy he is away
To fight for king and country, his boat sails this very day
To far off shores and places, of which I do not know
My heart it bursts with pride but I am scared to see him go
I do not cry as he departs but smile with aching dread
As my boy, he marches strong and true to face what lies ahead
He will be be back here soon I feel, it will not last too long
But I will miss him every day and night that he is gone
I'll look up to the heavens, and before the setting of each sun
I'll pray my boy comes back to me, and the war it will be won
From a Father
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:48 AM UTC
Mother do not mourn me for I am not dead
I am well enough in this hospital bed
My leg it is gone in a Flanders field it lies
but some gave much more, paid a far greater price
My comrades lost, never to return
to England's shores for which they all yearned
I just want to see you Mother, again
and let you hold me, erase all the pain
So do not fret Mother, for me please be strong
till I’m home again Mother, where I belong
Your loving son
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 11:16 AM UTC
Thinking about it, Forrest was right, life IS like a box of chocolates.
you don't know what you're gonna get
I mean it's all part of the game
If I get a box of chocolates I know
exactly what I WANT to get
But on the odd occasion that someone beats me to the soft centres,
I just curse softly
and try another.
I may not enjoy it quite as much as a good strawberry cream
but at least I had a chocolate!
Some people get to the box and they're all gone.
Quick or sorry
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
Alcohol you little devil
My BFF
You did it again
Snook up on me from across the room and flirted,
Unrepentantly
Woooooo! I ****** love you!
Love your pints, your halves, your cocktails,
I crave your sweet wine breath on mine,
I love, love, love you!
My mind is hazy, crazy!
We dance
*** Karaoke!
The special kebab with chilli sauce.
Haha, stumbling, falling into the taxi
Then...
I wake and you are gone and your taste is all that remains,
oh and the stains
On my blouse
and I wake beside another all too familiar friend
“Hangover from hell”
He laughs at me
OH JESUS! PLEASE STOP!
My head bangs from his taunts
I need paracetamol,
Coffee, double espresso
Kickstart me , reanimate me!
I wind my way to work looking like a car wreck
Just want this day to end...
But you have me, Alcohol you devil
My BFF
Will I see you tonight?
Same time, same place?
I’ll be there
Yeay!
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 8:17 AM UTC
When the words won't come
I feel numb, empty inside
On a slow ride
Wanting to go faster
I sit waiting, for stimulus, motivation
Any sign of animation
in this head of mine
Waiting for the literary spark
My mind drips like a tap, drip, drip
Everything in slo mo
Need the words to grow
Blossom, bloom
Then
It hits me
A seed, a kernel
I feel the infernal rattlings
Of cogs that begin to turn
I feel it, a flutter, a thought
Emerging like a butterfly
Words multiply
I write
The words spill like a waterfall
Soaking my senses, breaking down fences
I am hydrated again
Jun 10, 2014
Jun 10, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC