Ian Lewis Copestick

Ian Lewis Copestick Apr 2018

Yes, I'm a punk rock poet
An angry young man of the page
Well, not young, I'm 45 and know it
But it's attitude that's important, not age
I still feel the same as at 18
No matter how much I learn
I still feel the inequalities
The anger, it still burns
I understand the way that the world works more now
But it makes less and less sense
And instead of mellowing out
I feel more wound up and tense
More innocent victims in their wars
More women and children die
Still the bombs drop more and more
I still don't understand why
I cannot be the only one
Who sees what is going wrong
Who will read this, write their own version
Whose voices will join my song ?

Ian Lewis Copestick Apr 2018

Day Long Adventures

On such a beautiful sunny day
Seeing gangs of kids on their bikes
It makes me think of the way
Me and my friends used to be like
Huge, day long adventures
Going to God knows where
Avoiding the censure
Of our parents, and their squares
Like older brothers and sisters
Who would tell our mums and dads
Where we'd gone if they'd missed us
Making it seem like we'd been bad
But it was just curiosity
To see what was out there
A massive world for us to see
We just had to find out where.

Ian Lewis Copestick Apr 2018

I Have Started To Wake

I have started to wake in the middle of the night,
Not knowing the time, in the dark I can't see.
I lie there in the gathering half-light
Reviewing my life and it's inadequacies

Torturing myself, tying my mind up in knots,
Thinking of the problems I've caused for myself.
Agonising over each, and there have been lots
Exercising my poor mental health

As the light grows at the edge of the curtains
And outside in the world, the day it starts
I finish my examinations, and I am certain
That in every failure, I played the main part

As I hear the neighbour's cars take them away
To work. My mind with nothing learned
Forgets it all for the rest of the day
As my tiredness suddenly returns

The day it passes, my mind is okay
No problems at all, everything is alright
I get ready for bed at the end of the day
Then wake up again in the dead of the night.

Ian Lewis Copestick Apr 2018

My Grandparents

I miss my grandparents, they lived life their way
They wouldn't even understand life today
They would never accept benefits
Even if they were owed it
They were strong and stoic, they lived through Hell
And came out the other side doing well
The great depression, two World Wars
They lived through it, they lived through more
My grandfather was a wild one in his youth
I loved him for it, and that's the truth
The best people I've ever known
I hope that they are in Heaven, on their thrones
There's no poverty, no rationing there
No depression in Heaven, they haven't a care
Enjoying each other, now the hard times are done
Dancing together, and having fun
Yes, I miss my grandparents and their way
They just wouldn't understand life today
They were too level-headed for the way things are now
They would think that the World had gone crazy somehow
No, I'm not sure, but I think they would be right
They would not understand it, so let them sleep tight

My grandfather was so cool, in his younger days he was a hard-working, hard-living Hell raiser.

Ian Lewis Copestick Apr 2018

Blindfold Through A Minefield

My wife's mother has just passed away
I don't know what I'm supposed to say
I understand that she's feeling sad
But everything I say just drives her mad

Treading on eggshells, trying to empathise
The more I say, the more I realise
That I just don't have a clue
I've got no idea what to do

I have no idea what to say
To try to take her pain away
It's like stumbling blindfold through a minefield
The explosions coming from what she feels

I'm trying my best to be a good man
Simply doing the best I can
For I know the time will surely come
That she'll help me when it is my mum

Apr 2018

John Patrick Robbins Aka Gonzo

Trace

I could never pen the words without the inspiration.

You have always been the silent partner behind the madness and I know many will read this wrong.

Sweetheart I am a world of trouble and a sea of regret .

But your presence amongst the insanity has remained my light no matter how lost I was you remained.

And no words will ever repay the debt I certainly owe.

The voice that laughed on the other end of a conversation when I found only darkness instead .

I owe you everything as now I find my place .

I know words are my path and you knew them first .

We are all lost in some way but no words can do justice to the
person that I know beyond this page .

Sweetheart I seldom let anyone in but we know the truths beyond the storms in this life .

This debt I can never repay but these words I can certainly write.

This is what I leave to you.

The soul is my work and this yet another goodnight.

No flowers to wither and no fruit to spoil.

Trace it's more than words but all I can give for now .

Hold this true from a joker and a best friend that lingers in conversation that which can so easily be cast upon this page.

A wink and a thought shared on yet another long distance call.

No words will ever describe what you mean to me .

I guess I will say nothing and just let the credits roll .

We know are truths and that's good enough for now.

Sincerely

John

I may be good at short stories and getting poetry published as of late but to whom this is dedicated deserves far better .

But hell consider the ***** Thats writing it .

Cheers

Gonz.

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