There are songs about you
Poems and stories too
I have never met you
Not sure I'd want to
If I were to never meet you,
I'll throw away my hopes
of becoming a "we"
The story of us won't ever be
I want you
But I will convince myself
I'm better off
And I don't know
who or where you are
Do I find you or do you seek me?
Do "we" ever become more than ourselves
Why do I feel like this?
Are you even out there?
Everyone has (a) you...
Where's my you?
For the sake of completeness I'm putting this here. It completes the previous four poems all inspired by my daughter's marriage.
This was my speech at the wedding, I wrote it as an ode and it was my first and only public performance as a poet!
We had a fantastic day, my daughter had a dream wedding and I did get a few laughs.
Do I lose a daughter
Or gain a son
That's the question
I've been dwelling on
We always wondered
If she'd manage to find
Someone to love her
And treat her kind
The worry was
She'd pick an arse
Who'd ruin her life
As well as ours
Then came Simon
And I thought 'why aye man'
He's better than most
He could have been smart
Or good looking I suppose
He might have been fit
With a distinguished nose
But we'll take him as he is
Geordie accent an' all
Head in the clouds
But he’s quite good on the ball
And you never know under the skin
There might be great qualities
He does like a tab
And a flutter or two
He drives his own cab
And he loves a brew
So he's chose as his bride
Our feisty wee daughter
The angel of the north
And all that we taught her
A wise man many may think
Or a lamb that's led to the slaughter
Steph was in old Aberdeen
When he came on the scene
So he had to travel far
In a souped up little car
While she trained to be a teacher
Such a brainy wee creature
I have to confide
The apple of my eye
And the thorn in my side
But today all we see
Is this beautiful bride
So Simon took her to stay
Down Newcastle way
Where he taught her to speak
Like a duck with no beak
I've heard her say
When the world and its dog
Weren't going her way
He's certainly opting
For a pressurised life
By choosing our Steph
As his awful wife
Sorry, lawful wife
They've already started
A family affair
With Lacy and Leo that fine little pair
So all of the best
On your journey ahead
Too late now
To choose freedom instead
But if there is a recipe
For loving bliss
It might go something
A bit like this
Keep your ears open and your mouth firmly shut
Always smile widely
And nod like nut
Can't be explained
So never try
And never complain
The last one
Is probably the hardest to do
But if you master the art
Life'll be much easier for you
And if you ever ask what's wrong
And she says 'nothing'
Work it out quick
Because it's a trick
And she's sizing you up for a coffin
If you can master
Before it's too late
Then you'll delay your trip
To the pearly gate
And if you've wondered
Why men often go first
Here's a little fact
I can put you onto
It's no medical thing
Or a genetical spring
It's as simple as this
It's because we want to.
But a word to the wise
So it's not a surprise
In the years that are yet to come
Look at our Steph
Then look at her mum
And if it's true what they say
That they turn out the same way
Then today your goose may be cooked
Because Simon my lad
Speaking as her dad
If that's how it works
Then you’re fucked.
The sunrise greets the morning dew,
to paint the sky with a vibrant hue.
The last night has passed and a new days has come,
advertised perfectly by a morning’s sun.
Alarm clock birds hold no button to “snooze,”
nothing left from yesterday, so now nothing left to lose.
Go hesitantly wipe the sleep from your eyes,
and politely greet the oncoming sunrise.
The blissful sunset that once held the night,
sped off within our starry eyes so fast.
The brilliant, blinding, shining light,
tragically drifted off, lost in the past.
It separates the long days from the glorious dreams,
and divides them into hostile, opposing teams.
A sunrise and it’s rays can always carry hope,
that maybe one day it’s possible to move on.
Either surprise fairy tale, or tasteless joke,
maybe my sense of humour is just somewhat wrong.
So remember to always bless a sunrise,
but never, ever more than a sunset.
Both light up the passing, fading skies,
that cover our shaking regret.
At night, we all strive only to peacefully sleep,
to kill the hours before the sun makes horizon’s leap.
Alice Is In Wonderland
Alice got sick.
A dulling fur – a cancer here and there.
Don’t know how, don’t know why,
(We never know how, why we’ll die).
Bad and sad for doggies
And for those who hold them dear.
The vet urged she be put to sleep -
It had gone far.
It went in seconds. Not a peep
From Alice, just one beat, a bleep
And she was gone;
A little soul taken in hand
By doggy heaven land, a wondrous land.
Alice is in Wonderland.
Alice Is In Wonderland 3.24.2017
Birth, Death & In Between II; Love Relationships II;
It must have taken you a terribly long time
To plot your mischievous plan that day.
You waited for the perfect moment to commit the crime.
And I daresay,
Your well-executed scheme, taking place in trigonometry
Brought me pain
Your need for my pencil resembles idolatry.
I may never love the same
Or let another person "borrow"
Galaxies and wonderment;
Suns brighter than suns;
A collection of constellations
Woven between my fingers.
I cry sunsets and
Hold sunrises on my shoulders;
Like Sisyphus rolls boulders.
This is my eternity.
I see demons in blue light;
Dancing around the firelight.
I see angels with charred wings;
Heads adorned with golden rings.
I have galaxies inside of me;
Worlds they will never know;
With grass that caresses the feet,
And air that smells sweet.
Then there are the withered parts
Of me that I hope they will never see;
With monsters that prowl the dark,
Creations that I pray I will never be.
Stars twinkle above my head.
I look at them and know their dread,
For I am in the space of limbo;
A realm where the winds always blow.
I can feel claws on my skin,
Tearing to rip my head open.
Inside is found stories untold;
Languages only the angels know.
Here I walk among the trees;
Here I walk among fantasies;
Worlds of my own creation.
Here you know my imagination.
Flaring silver in the dark blue sky
Sparks of light ablaze
Locked castle doors to imply
The secret of our hypnotic gaze
I climb the big, firm willow
And loudly whisper your lovely name
You slowly open your glass window
The glory to proclaim
Oh flying ravens of ebony night
Hiding our secret ways
A nightly tryst gone oh so right
Counting the dreamy days
Her hair flipped down
My expression, surprised
Needn’t be disguised
For her light complexion
Is brighter than the flaring silver
For her complete reflection
Is clearer than the pains within her
No signs of lust to be found
No signs of later on temptations
Only our love, deeply profound
Conversations combined with revelations
Her harp played harmonies sweet
So I knew you were neurotic
By the sound of your drum beat
And I, allured by your aroma scent, exotic
I come here now to serenade
And kiss your marvelous soul
For you I’d catch a grenade
And in your heart enroll
Midnights I spend in your garden of peace
Where peace reigns all over the air
Sculptures of gods, from ancient Greece
But you, My Goddess, are beyond compare
A lullaby I sing to you
While you sit on the wooden bench
And you wear your gorgeous dress, blue
Then grab my arms and clench
I long to see the moonlit in your hair
And drown in the depths of your attachment
I love telling you from time to time, how much I care
You’ve got me bound to your enchantment
The spring windy night breeze
We stand together watching the sailors sail
We listen to the rumbling of the trees
And stare as the land goes pale
The flower has begun to bud
The grass is greener than ever
They say water is thicker than blood
But our water ties will last forever
Passion you offered in time and again
And I gladly returned the favor
And not long ago, don’t remember when
I got to intimately taste your heart and savor
Oh long spring night, the time has come
For you to leave and accept the new season
I thank you for all that I’ve become
I thank because you gave me a reason
And yes my love, you are the reason to my life
The reason I hold on to precious earth
The moments we spend are always rife
The moments we spend are always worth
Hug me with your loving arms
Touch me with your lovely hands
I’ll protect you from all harms
And I’ll buy you all the lands
And here right now I say to you
That my love for you is ultimately authentic
The color of spring, we’ve seen its hue
In our insomniac nights, majestic
With your fabulous stare
I faint out of sight
With your divine hair
You caress me and cast out blight
And with my touch
Your lips I seal
And with my love
Your heart I steal
an ode to what I am not
an ode to what you beg of me
all of these things I cannot be,
I will not be not ever
forever is a long time
to spend bending
your image of me
that fits in your wallet
an ode to what I am not
gentle, rose colored china
sunday mornings with herbal tea
your hope or step in your 12 to get up
a beam of light at the edge of blackness
an ode to what I do not possess
healing powers like some 2,000 year old man
you pray to every day and beg I do the same
patience for another human who whats to change
who and what I am not
so I can play the part
I did not even audition for
an ode to what I am taking
back, my life
all of me, front and center
of the floor