Life is changing quickly
No longer what it was
A maelstrom of emotion
Cascading with a buzz
Weeping all alone
For all that's yet to come
Knowing we're moving forward
With nowhere left to run
Gently now my angel
Let's not lose our way
We're more than half way there
So let's embrace this grey
An attempt to write a poem a day for a whole year... no guarantees on quality - just quantity!
A poem a day to keep brain rot away
Join me as I attempt to create a poem a day... whether awesome, bawdy, corny, dreadful, entertaining, fabulous, gross or hilariously hokey, I will try to string together everything from couplets to limericks - just for the fun of fiddling with words!
May 3rd, 2012
Today is quite a special day. I have actually reached the one year mark. I posted my first poem on May 3rd, 2011. I have had a great time doing this. It has basically become a habit and I don’t really want to stop. So, I am going to continue this thread because I have enjoyed it so much. It’s true that most of the poems were terrible. Some were good (or at least I thought so!) but mostly they were a reflection of something I either saw that day, thought of, felt or heard. In any case, I hope you have enjoyed the ride as much as I have. Here’s to letting the word out – come what may!
Monday, March 28, 2016
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Going
We're showing our colours now
Watch us fly
Don't hold us back
And don't ask why
We're blasting away all the old
We've found our groove
We will not fold
Watch us fly
Don't hold us back
And don't ask why
We're blasting away all the old
We've found our groove
We will not fold
Wednesday, March 23, 2016
What it means
Can the mind be satisfied with triviality and drivel?
Can we see to the other side with a simple little swivel?
Can the heart by mollified simply with intentions?
Or must we cross the line to confirm our grander actions?
Lest we leave this sphere with unanswered, nagging questions
We must delve most fully or accept all good suggestions
Can we see to the other side with a simple little swivel?
Can the heart by mollified simply with intentions?
Or must we cross the line to confirm our grander actions?
Lest we leave this sphere with unanswered, nagging questions
We must delve most fully or accept all good suggestions
Tuesday, March 22, 2016
Calling the surprise
I felt a happy little shiver
As the cold ran down my back
Despite my coat and scarf
The wind found an open track
Chilling me to the bone
Yet inside my soul was warm
As I knew my voice was heard
Through the preceding ugly storm
It's always been this way
From when I was a tot
And before that I always saw
My family calling for what it got
I know ingrained within my being
That if a need arises
As long as I believe and pray and hope
Life always has surprises.
As the cold ran down my back
Despite my coat and scarf
The wind found an open track
Chilling me to the bone
Yet inside my soul was warm
As I knew my voice was heard
Through the preceding ugly storm
It's always been this way
From when I was a tot
And before that I always saw
My family calling for what it got
I know ingrained within my being
That if a need arises
As long as I believe and pray and hope
Life always has surprises.
Monday, March 21, 2016
Balance: Reality vs Fantasy
I've found a balance
Between yesterday and now
A tiny little sliver
Of time beading on my brow
Running through the fated limits
Of love and lust and life
Understanding that delusion
Can be like sharp and curving knife
Plunging now and then
When life turns a dusty brown
To wash away the cobwebs
And chase away the frown
But linger in those waters
Is something I cannot do
For it leads just to discontent
So those hours are but few
Like sacred orbs of light
Refueling reality
I know indulgence must be limited
So the pleasure doesn't shatter me.
Between yesterday and now
A tiny little sliver
Of time beading on my brow
Running through the fated limits
Of love and lust and life
Understanding that delusion
Can be like sharp and curving knife
Plunging now and then
When life turns a dusty brown
To wash away the cobwebs
And chase away the frown
But linger in those waters
Is something I cannot do
For it leads just to discontent
So those hours are but few
Like sacred orbs of light
Refueling reality
I know indulgence must be limited
So the pleasure doesn't shatter me.
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