28/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Looking up at the clouds drifting overhead
Surrounded by the swell of a thousand waves
Thinking of nothing but the silence
And drifting without care or concern
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Saturday, April 17, 2021
Closer
27/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
I long to feel closer to you
To be welcomed into the inner sanctum
To be trusted
To be loved
To be honoured as one of your own
As a friend
As a confidant
As a lover
As a member of your closest family
But I must wait for an eternity
Wait until you realise
Wait for the right time
Wait though I yearn
Wait so very long for that which I desire
For your touch
For the joy
For my heart to fill
For the softly spoken words I crave
I long to feel closer to you
To be welcomed into the inner sanctum
To be trusted
To be loved
To be honoured as one of your own
As a friend
As a confidant
As a lover
As a member of your closest family
But I must wait for an eternity
Wait until you realise
Wait for the right time
Wait though I yearn
Wait so very long for that which I desire
For your touch
For the joy
For my heart to fill
For the softly spoken words I crave
Saturday, April 10, 2021
Adam
25/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
There’s something very odd
About the story of Adam and Eve
And that is the blame that is laid
Upon the shoulders of the Eve
Yet Adam seems to be
This tag along character
Beguiled by the wiles of a woman
Created to be his companion
By an omnipotent deity
Who could not foresee
The fall of his own creations.
I suppose it’s not all that odd
When you really think about it
And the people who penned
The stories of creation
Because they were all men
Wanting to rule over the land
And its people
Regardless of the consequences
That would be felt for centuries
Into the future
And all over the world
Their male deity could do no wrong
Nor their male first created
Even the saviour who would come
So many years later
Was born male
And so many of the noteworthy characters
From Noah to Abraham to Moses
They are all of the masculine description
With women playing second fiddle
Or being portrayed as evil temptresses
Not to be trusted in the least.
So let’s revisit how we see Adam
And how we look upon Eve
With the choice to eat the apple
Squarely upon both their shoulders
Placed there to tempt them
By a deity who already knew the outcome
And created the human race
As a plaything for his amusement
Or perhaps it’s all a figment of the imagination
Of ancient and long forgotten men
To keep their women underfoot
There’s something very odd
About the story of Adam and Eve
And that is the blame that is laid
Upon the shoulders of the Eve
Yet Adam seems to be
This tag along character
Beguiled by the wiles of a woman
Created to be his companion
By an omnipotent deity
Who could not foresee
The fall of his own creations.
I suppose it’s not all that odd
When you really think about it
And the people who penned
The stories of creation
Because they were all men
Wanting to rule over the land
And its people
Regardless of the consequences
That would be felt for centuries
Into the future
And all over the world
Their male deity could do no wrong
Nor their male first created
Even the saviour who would come
So many years later
Was born male
And so many of the noteworthy characters
From Noah to Abraham to Moses
They are all of the masculine description
With women playing second fiddle
Or being portrayed as evil temptresses
Not to be trusted in the least.
So let’s revisit how we see Adam
And how we look upon Eve
With the choice to eat the apple
Squarely upon both their shoulders
Placed there to tempt them
By a deity who already knew the outcome
And created the human race
As a plaything for his amusement
Or perhaps it’s all a figment of the imagination
Of ancient and long forgotten men
To keep their women underfoot
Friday, April 9, 2021
Sitting on a rock
26/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Sitting nonchalantly on a rock
While carving out a chock
I fed fish shredded hemlock
As they swam about a wok
A camel in a floral frock
Pulled in to yonder dock
Looking for a matching sock
For the hen and her cock
She asked a man called Sherlock
Who sent her round the block
To a place where she could hock
For a few dollars her stunning smock
She could not hide her shock
And thought him quite the jock
She was not the one to mock
And of his ideas he should take stock
Behind her, gathered in a flock,
Were cuckoos straight out of a clock
Carrying a case with a heavy lock
That looked like it had taken a knock
What was inside gave me a shock
And I hoped it was not a crock
It was a pair made for peacock
Emblazoned with a shamrock
The camel thanked the cuckoo flock
And took careful stock –
A sock for the hen and for the cock
In a little box with a heavy lock
And I was left upon the rock
With my fish and my wok
Wondering if I might find a sock
Emblazoned with hemlock
Sitting nonchalantly on a rock
While carving out a chock
I fed fish shredded hemlock
As they swam about a wok
A camel in a floral frock
Pulled in to yonder dock
Looking for a matching sock
For the hen and her cock
She asked a man called Sherlock
Who sent her round the block
To a place where she could hock
For a few dollars her stunning smock
She could not hide her shock
And thought him quite the jock
She was not the one to mock
And of his ideas he should take stock
Behind her, gathered in a flock,
Were cuckoos straight out of a clock
Carrying a case with a heavy lock
That looked like it had taken a knock
What was inside gave me a shock
And I hoped it was not a crock
It was a pair made for peacock
Emblazoned with a shamrock
The camel thanked the cuckoo flock
And took careful stock –
A sock for the hen and for the cock
In a little box with a heavy lock
And I was left upon the rock
With my fish and my wok
Wondering if I might find a sock
Emblazoned with hemlock
Pisa
24/03/2021– Poem a Day Compilation
I’d like to be like the tower
That makes its home in Pisa
Who’s slant is so iconic
And something of a teaser
I’d be the centre of attention
And beloved around the globe
Models posed in front of me
And sometimes they may disrobe
My outlook on life would be tilted
To a most precocious angle
Rapunzel’s hair would hang strangely
And get in such a tangle
Those who climbed my stairs each day
Would develop an odd kind of gait
One leg longer small price to pay
For their curiosity to sate
But here I am, mere mortal
Of no significance or worth
Compared with the leaning tower
Who’s stood since long before my birth
I’d like to be like the tower
That makes its home in Pisa
Who’s slant is so iconic
And something of a teaser
I’d be the centre of attention
And beloved around the globe
Models posed in front of me
And sometimes they may disrobe
My outlook on life would be tilted
To a most precocious angle
Rapunzel’s hair would hang strangely
And get in such a tangle
Those who climbed my stairs each day
Would develop an odd kind of gait
One leg longer small price to pay
For their curiosity to sate
But here I am, mere mortal
Of no significance or worth
Compared with the leaning tower
Who’s stood since long before my birth
Wednesday, April 7, 2021
Surely
23/03/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I waited by the bus stop
Watching the traffic lights
Cycle through from red to green
And back again
Around the intersection
Letting each set of cars
Move off to their next destination
Carefully orchestrated
To supposedly allow
For the optimal flow of traffic
But you can’t please all the people
All the time
And the occasional horn blast
Would break the steady rumbling
Of engines
And tyres on roads
That are long overdue for repair
Showing potholes and cracks
Faded lines and arrows
Not needed by drivers familiar
With the area
With the way the roads met
With the predisposition of trucks
To pull out of the servo
When they think it’s clear
Not seeing the motorcyclist
Coming around the bend
And swerving to miss
The 25-ton monster
That needs all three lanes
Just to make it out of the driveway
And continue on its way
Oblivious to the shaken rider
Who saw their life flash before their eyes
And had to pause
Momentarily
To suck in deep breaths
Before pulling up to the now red light
Near where I waited patiently
For a bus that is late again
Surely, it’s not that hard
To get the buses to run on time
I waited by the bus stop
Watching the traffic lights
Cycle through from red to green
And back again
Around the intersection
Letting each set of cars
Move off to their next destination
Carefully orchestrated
To supposedly allow
For the optimal flow of traffic
But you can’t please all the people
All the time
And the occasional horn blast
Would break the steady rumbling
Of engines
And tyres on roads
That are long overdue for repair
Showing potholes and cracks
Faded lines and arrows
Not needed by drivers familiar
With the area
With the way the roads met
With the predisposition of trucks
To pull out of the servo
When they think it’s clear
Not seeing the motorcyclist
Coming around the bend
And swerving to miss
The 25-ton monster
That needs all three lanes
Just to make it out of the driveway
And continue on its way
Oblivious to the shaken rider
Who saw their life flash before their eyes
And had to pause
Momentarily
To suck in deep breaths
Before pulling up to the now red light
Near where I waited patiently
For a bus that is late again
Surely, it’s not that hard
To get the buses to run on time
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Family
22/03/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
Family is meals together
Sharing stories of the day
Over a take away
Or a roast out of the oven
Family is a train trip to the city
To look at the lights at Christmas
Or wander around the harbour
Taking happy snaps with the kids
Family is sitting on the beach
Under an enormous umbrella
With ice blocks melting down hands
And burying someone in the sand
Family is packing the car
And heading off camping
In the national park
For a long weekend
Family is curled up reading
All different books and magazines
At the same time
Just enjoying the peace together
Family is what you make it
Whether you’re born into it
Or it pulls you in
And it’s what makes you complete
Family is meals together
Sharing stories of the day
Over a take away
Or a roast out of the oven
Family is a train trip to the city
To look at the lights at Christmas
Or wander around the harbour
Taking happy snaps with the kids
Family is sitting on the beach
Under an enormous umbrella
With ice blocks melting down hands
And burying someone in the sand
Family is packing the car
And heading off camping
In the national park
For a long weekend
Family is curled up reading
All different books and magazines
At the same time
Just enjoying the peace together
Family is what you make it
Whether you’re born into it
Or it pulls you in
And it’s what makes you complete
Each night
21/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Each night
I look up
Out the window
At stars
And the moon
And the infinite black
I see
Lost civilizations
Forgotten people
Born and gone
Before our eyes
Without our knowing
The tremor
Of a planet
It’s heart
Spewing forth
Destroying itself
From the inside
The twinkle
In the distance
Of a world
Undisturbed
And at peace
For millennia
Each night
I look up
Out the window
At stars
And the moon
And the infinite black
I see
Lost civilizations
Forgotten people
Born and gone
Before our eyes
Without our knowing
The tremor
Of a planet
It’s heart
Spewing forth
Destroying itself
From the inside
The twinkle
In the distance
Of a world
Undisturbed
And at peace
For millennia
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Perfect
20/03/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
We all strive for some perfection
Somewhere in our lives
Whether it’s something big
Or very, very small
I don’t know that anyone achieves it
Or gets anywhere close to it
But it’s the journey rather than the destination
That is the reward
Some people think they find it
And more power to them
But I think life is about the imperfections
The quirks and the questions
So, don’t be afraid to fall short of it
As long as you’ve given it your all
Because no one and nothing is perfect
And we all want somebody and something
We all strive for some perfection
Somewhere in our lives
Whether it’s something big
Or very, very small
I don’t know that anyone achieves it
Or gets anywhere close to it
But it’s the journey rather than the destination
That is the reward
Some people think they find it
And more power to them
But I think life is about the imperfections
The quirks and the questions
So, don’t be afraid to fall short of it
As long as you’ve given it your all
Because no one and nothing is perfect
And we all want somebody and something
Unnecessary
19/03/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
This world we have created in unnecessary.
Nothing we do or say is needed
For the further development of the human race
Yet we persist in doing and saying the things.
All a person needs in this world
Is food and shelter and love
But it’s the wants and desires
That make the unnecessary necessary.
This world we have created in unnecessary.
Nothing we do or say is needed
For the further development of the human race
Yet we persist in doing and saying the things.
All a person needs in this world
Is food and shelter and love
But it’s the wants and desires
That make the unnecessary necessary.
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