Rugged

22/12/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



I knew a rugged gentleman

Who had a rugged face

He lived in rugged mountains

And had a rugged place



He drank from a rugged cup

And ate with a rugged spoon

Carved with a rugged axe

And his rugged voice did croon



He sang a rugged love song

About his rugged life

And how his rugged heart

Wished for a rugged wife



He dreamt of rugged children

To take on rugged hikes

To swim in rugged rivers

And ride on rugged bikes



So, he packed his rugged rucksack

And walked some rugged miles

Beneath the rugged trees tops

Past buildings with rugged tiles



When he came by a rugged cliff

The rugged view he admired

Until his rugged eyes fell upon

What his rugged self desired



He climbed down the rugged rocks

Across the rugged beach he ran

And asked this rugged woman

To join his rugged clan



Together they climbed the rugged cliffs

And followed the rugged path

Over rugged hillsides where

Rock pools formed a rugged bath



Under rugged skies they slept

Sheltered by rugged caves

Watching rugged storms brew

And cast rugged waves



Before them stretch a rugged coast

Rugged peaks at their back

A rugged little homeland

For them to start their rugged pack

Waiting for Inspiration

17/11/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation



Do not wait for life to happen

When life is what we make it.



Be the person you dreamt of being

By reaching out and grabbing your dreams.



Sitting back and watching the world turn

Will not move you forward in this life.



Break through the fear of the unknown

Like an animal escaping from a cage.



Create the experiences you desire

And do that which brings you joy.



And if you find yourself adrift

Be inspired by what life throws at you.

Dreamer

08/11/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



The Beatles had it right

When they asked us to imagine

Though they also recognised

That some would see them as dreamers

But is that such a bad thing to be?



I want to be a part of something

Something that is universally good,

That is built from the dreams of the many

Who had a vision of a better future

In which we could all follow our dreams.



Thoreau said that dreams

Were the touchstones of our characters –

The standard by which we should be judged

And to which we should live up to

In this world of our own making.



If you dream just for yourself

Then you live just for yourself

And I hope my dreams are bigger

Than the small bubble I occupy

And reaches out to those around.



If I could have a dream

Like Martin Luther King, Junior

That inspires generations

From all around the world

What a good dream it would be.



To have a dream that resonates

So strongly around the world

That it is talked about and quoted

For years and years to come

Long after you’ve passed on.

Black and White Dreaming

30/09/2020 –  Poem a Day Compilation



Sometimes I dream in black and white,

Stripped of all its colour and its hue,

Just shades of grey and nothing more,

A dull and dreary view.



I see a rose that should be red

But is instead a washed out grey;

I yearn for its vibrancy

But it’s not for me today.



I pass by a field of corn

But no yellow can I see

As if the world has been drained

Of all the colours that there be.



The rainbow is an imitation

Of its brilliant best;

Not even muted tones shine through,

No technicolour vest.



Though they are not permanent,

They still haunt me when I wake;

And I wish to be rid of them

With every breath I take.

The Architect

20/08/2020 –  Poem a Day Compilation



I’ve always wanted to be an architect,

Ever since I was a little child,

But circumstances conspired against me

And I chose a different path.



I wish I could go back

And offer my teenage self advice

To follow your heart

Instead of what you feel obliged to do.



I would have told myself to work harder

Because it’s something I’ve come to regret

And now it feels impossible

To reach for that dream again.

Digital Daydreams

31/05/2020 –  Iso Well-Being Compilation

One day, in the future,

Computers may be so advanced

They seem to be almost human

And think just as we can.

 

But what would they dream about?

Would they daydream just like us?

Would their synthetic brains dream

Of love and other human stuff?

 

I wonder if they’d let themselves

Drift off in wonderous thought

And forget the world around them

Just as I am wont to do.

 

Would they think of electric sheep

To lull themselves to sleep

And have nightmares of being unplugged

As they recharged themselves at night?

 

If a machine could daydream

In all its digital glory

I hope it would be in pixels

And not in zeros and ones.

A bad dream

02/05/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation



I’d like to wake up from this dream now


Because it’s not fun in the least.


I’m stuck in my own private nightmare


Looking out at a world I don’t recognise.


Devils call daily for sacrifices,


Infecting the minds of those near,


And there’s nothing I can do but cry


And scream until I can’t speak anymore.


I long for another reality,


One with laughter and joy – not this mess.

Demons

Monsters are alive and well,
Though mostly in my head.
Sometimes they escape outside
And creep around my bed.

There are big ones, and ugly,
That scare me out o' my wits.
They have big jaws and sharp teeth
To tear me all to bits.

Some are small and pestering
With eyes as red as fire.
They chase me through my nightmares
As if they never tire.

They live in the dark and cold
Where the sun never shines,
Sleep amongst the shadows deep,
Eat where the devil dines.

Never there was such foul beasts
That went searching for my soul.
These things of pure evil
With fur as black as coal.

Then I saw a splendid light,
I could not speak a word.
It shone from within my heart
And I flew just like a bird.

Over mountains, over seas,
Like an angel with her wings.
I was free from harm and threat,
Free from warlocks, elfins, kings.

There was not a care to find,
I could do most anything.
Swim in the deepest ocean,
Talk to the birds who sing.

Soon I came back down to earth
And found myself in bed.
For I had been asleep again,
That's is all that's to be said.