I will never have a utility
Never sit pretty on a shelf Never have a use For somebody else I will never be advertised On a bright flashy sign Saying hey here, look dear Don’t she look divine I will never be sold I will never be bought And as long as I live I’ll never be caught For there’s no hunter for a catch like me And there are plenty a pretty fish in the sea
but I'm not alone I'm single, but I'm not lonely he asks, why I don't choose love? And I answer, it has always been love If I choose me, I chose love If I chose you, I still chose love
dumping these old poems from my phone
A single act of violence
A single act of kindness A single act of love Can make all the difference When push comes to shove
I want to feel known. I want to bring someone home and tell them about how my brother and I used to live in elaborate mansions in the trees.
I want to drive them around my home town and tell them of all the places I got heartbroken and all the places I ran to hide and all the places I smiled at the sun believing I could never go blind. I want to tell them of all the friends I've had and how I miss some and am scared of others, to tell them of how theyve grown while helping me grow too. I want to show them the home I grew up in and how I thought it was the best place in the world, surviving tornados, fires, and sadness but we lost it to the lawless. I want to show them my birthmarks and all the constellations and myths my grandmother wrote about the stars on my skin. I want someone to know every curve of the letters in my name. To be able to hear me in my quiet, see me in my dark, hold me in my cold, and love me in my despair.
In my mind, a simple story
To elevate my sadness and my worries She comes around, says hello Here's something I'd like to know We talk, she smiles, and I feel warm An eye opens up within the storm The sun shines through, what a sight Her friendliness just shines so bright Someone to talk to, a kindred soul When I'll be with her, I will feel whole And then I wake up, it's night again Oh what a nice daydream that has been
A missing poster with ten words only
"Looking for someone who also doesn't want to be lonely"
You still haunt me in my dreams Though you disappeared
Echoes from a year ago are still felt
What with a head that high can't be held? Tears of the past creating a pillar Sad be the days that can't be spent with her
Dark nights, all alone
And the only reminder Footprints in the snow
For single, retired folk like me
Christmas and Bank Holidays are a bind. Everything is closed, No buses running, Friends, like me, are staying home. No pub for me today. No squeezing through hordes Of once a year drinkers To get to the bar. I’d rather enjoy my armchair At home. But the peace is pleasant, A nice winter break. Right now it’s all about That baby in a manger Being visited by three wise men. I have a Christmas Dinner Ready to microwave And stocks of beer, whisky Plus crisps To keep me going. Plenty of time to reflect On another year gone As seventy looms large for me. Another year of Coronavirus Variants As we work our way through The Greek Alphabet. Another year of stops and starts Having to adapt To whatever monster rears Its ugly head. I’ve kept playing table tennis When the hall’s open And walked to pub or café When they’re not closed. Doing well for a veteran Can’t complain. It’s peaceful at Christmas That’s my refrain. Paul Butters © PB 25\12\2021.