Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Jun 2019 Val Vik
Tyler
Back when I was young my father told me:
That I’d grow up, and I would be lonely,
But not to go, chasing Cleopatra,
Or else I’d die just another bachelor.

He said;

“Oh those pretty girls, there are so many,
Just look around you and, you’ll find plenty;
When you’re hurt and broken by a lover,
Amen, don’t worry, just find another.”

I said;

“Daddy, what if none of them love me back?
What if I’m alone, when the sky turns black?
What If all I am, ain’t what I could be?
It’s hard to find wisdom, but not misery”

He said;

“Son don’t stress, there’ll always be someone
Looking just for you. You: their only one.
And don’t ever worry about heartbreak,
The road to love; it is made of mistakes.

So, count your fingers and count your blessings,
Invite Cleopatra to your wedding.
Never love ‘til you don’t have to chase it,
But when you do, don’t you ever waste it.”
 Jun 2019 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
Apples
 Jun 2019 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
.
     I stare down at the plate of toast and beans
     wondering why this was never part of my dreams.
     Looking for the future with an illusional pretence,
     hoping good apples will fall on my side of the fence.

And as the fork dances slow
around the legumes in spirals,
the tedium of a wasting life
bears the burden and scars
of missed opportunities in paralysis
and the colour of once bright lights
          glow black,
shining a shadow into the void
covering the bruises
that were once achievements of worth,
     now tender patches
          of failure.
I drop the fork ...

     … pushing away the plate and leaving food uneaten,
     my desire for its nutrition fought and beaten,
     Looking at the apple tree with sombre regret
     maybe its fruit will fall and save me yet.

And disappointment
is worse than anger,
it begins with the stench of loss
the nasal whiff of
what if …

And what if the little apple tree
drops all its fruit down to me?
Would I recognise fortune on my side
or fear the illusions and run to hide?


© Pagan Paul (17/02/18)
.
 Jun 2019 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
It will be written long,
when Nature takes her own
and quenches life's flame,
when all the sadness
has been noted and versed,
packaged as final words,
having ******* with regret
or discourse with nostalgia.
The taming of the mortal coil breeds
the Last Poem.



© Pagan Paul (03/06/19)
.
 May 2019 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
1433
 May 2019 Val Vik
Pagan Paul
.
A vintage year.

Especially July.

It was the last time

one of my poems trended.


PPx
.
Just a piece of idiocy :)
.
 Apr 2019 Val Vik
J
Conquered
 Apr 2019 Val Vik
J
I came and
I saw her;
she laughed,
and I was
conquered.
Conquered
 Apr 2019 Val Vik
Semihten5
very cold in hearts
if there is not a love
you will understand one day
 Apr 2019 Val Vik
Ayeglasses
d'Alene
 Apr 2019 Val Vik
Ayeglasses
Confessions unseen
I'm swaying past the windmills
To be beside you
Haiku
Border
 Mar 2019 Val Vik
Yasin
A man's heart is the ocean filled with many boats
but he only keeps one afloat
Next page