"promissing" poems
Dear Death,
I'm sorry I could not meet you yesterday,
I was busy, things got in the way.
It was looking promissing then, well,
the heart attack didn't happen
then things just sort of went to hell.
The neighbours cat got stuck up a tree,
I know it sounds like I'm making excuses,
but the truth is there was only me.
And there were other things, not just that.
I would not have been able to ring an ambulance
****** mobile phone, the battery was flat.
I stood you up, Death, but I can't be there,
at everybodies beck and ****** call,
the wife needed me to drive her to the mall.
Look Death why don't we try again next year,
I'm not going anywhere, I mean I'll still be here.
4th November 2010
Nov 3, 2010
Nov 3, 2010 at 4:51 AM UTC
At the inn
Really needed salvation
She cried out loud
Loosing her voice
There was nobody to hear her
And anyway
The violent rain outside
Would have made it impossible
For the sound to break through
Even the odd monk
She met today
Blessing her with the holy oil
Promissing to meet in heaven
Cannot save her from herself
Here, in the middle of nowhere
She says 'welcome'
To her dear demons and fears
And prepares for the fight
May 2, 2017
May 2, 2017 at 12:41 AM UTC
I sat at the workshop
Two hours on scanners
And milling
I've been through
The theory before
All this new technology
Is a touch of someone's genious
I felt the brush in my hand
And the gentle caress
As it touched the surface
I felt the craft in my fingers
And the joy in my gut
The technique...
I looked over at her
Known her since highschool
Another lost cause
There's a technician
Inside her too
So then what happened?
We follow the same course
She's my best friend
My colleague
And school friend
We did everything
Around each other
She was a good technician
And I, I know I was too
A representative included my name
In the list of promissing technicians.
Then what am I doing?
Granted I have nothing to regret
My current job will get me closer
But why the detour?
Then I saw it
As I looked over
To one of my teachers
Who had showed up
For the same course
If you never build up
Your students
To believe that they can
They can indeed
Achieve anything
Then you will see
How they get lost
And hopefully found
That's how you lose a talent
By telling people
That whatever they do
It will never be good enough
You do not raise fighters
Because to fight
You need to believe that
The cause is just
You need to believe
That you can win.
We were never taught that way.
That's how you lose a talent.
And maybe the trick is
In the balance
Of giving balanced critisism
To point out the flaw
And to say
"You'll get the hang of it"
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 5:28 PM UTC