Dec 2013
The man with the beard and/or a hat
(Although it isn't cold)
Walks past the man with none of that
For he is not so bold.
The pretty girl ignores her dates
She's plugged them all away
Together they are separate
Together they're astray.
The man who stares at screens all day
A slave to the machines
His routine route he can't escape
Even in his dreams.
The man with the Windsor knot and suit
Looks down on them like ants
He would crush them under his foot
If God gave him a chance.
The girl who holds her fathers hand
Thinks they all look the same
She sees the man with nothing and
Ask's him for his name.
''I have no name, for I have nought''
The predictable reply
She thought that he had more, no doubt
Than all these passers by.
For the man is the rock that shapes the land
Embedded in the ground
Around him move the grains of sand
That try to tear him down.
The girl, like other pebbles, drown
In the unforgiving sea
Her father dragging her back down
To our society.
(Although it isn't cold)
Walks past the man with none of that
For he is not so bold.
The pretty girl ignores her dates
She's plugged them all away
Together they are separate
Together they're astray.
The man who stares at screens all day
A slave to the machines
His routine route he can't escape
Even in his dreams.
The man with the Windsor knot and suit
Looks down on them like ants
He would crush them under his foot
If God gave him a chance.
The girl who holds her fathers hand
Thinks they all look the same
She sees the man with nothing and
Ask's him for his name.
''I have no name, for I have nought''
The predictable reply
She thought that he had more, no doubt
Than all these passers by.
For the man is the rock that shapes the land
Embedded in the ground
Around him move the grains of sand
That try to tear him down.
The girl, like other pebbles, drown
In the unforgiving sea
Her father dragging her back down
To our society.
OK, so what's going on!? Version 2!
Let me explain.
Being a (relative) rookie to this website I feel I have made some errors - namely, in the ecstatic rush of getting followers/likes/etc., I have rushed my recent poems to get them out and about - however looking back I found this unsatisfactory. Frankly, I have been greedy. It was bad for the poems and and improvement for myself as a poet. So, here I show a new poem, a refreshed poet and I am a happy chappy.
If you recall, this is about 'sondering' and those people I see (well, we see) walking in the streets, to their trains or whatever, whom we'll never know about! Most of this was written on a bus, if that helps.
Enjoy!
Let me explain.
Being a (relative) rookie to this website I feel I have made some errors - namely, in the ecstatic rush of getting followers/likes/etc., I have rushed my recent poems to get them out and about - however looking back I found this unsatisfactory. Frankly, I have been greedy. It was bad for the poems and and improvement for myself as a poet. So, here I show a new poem, a refreshed poet and I am a happy chappy.
If you recall, this is about 'sondering' and those people I see (well, we see) walking in the streets, to their trains or whatever, whom we'll never know about! Most of this was written on a bus, if that helps.
Enjoy!
