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.
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.
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Monday, November 16, 2020
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Listen Up
30/08/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
Listen to the taps of keys
As I write into the wee small hours
And you are sure to hear a tale
Told from a heartfelt place.
I could not shout these words as loud
As I can through this keyboard lit
By one small lamp beside my bed
Calling to the world beyond.
There is no rhyme or reason here,
Just words upon words, layered high,
Oozing from my fingers down telephone lines
To destinations far and wide.
They are soaked up by eager eyes
In distant lands with foreign tastes
Who will never know me as I am
But only as I seem to be.
What creation I might fabricate
As stars distract me from my work,
Alien light shining from afar
To spark a notion in my mind.
And as I listen to silent stars
Their energy burns through the page
Reaching a hand out into the void
And making contact with what it finds.
Where these words were born, I know not
Yet some fester where I find them
While others grow and creep and shine
Reflecting my injured soul back at me.
The tendrils wrap around my heart
Squeezing experiences from my breast
That burst to life like Sweet Alyssum
Drawing me in as with no other.
And so I am, locked in this dance,
Feverishly spewing out syllables
In some vain hope they make some sense
To more than just my troubled mind.
Then, when those lines have flown the coop,
I shall be absorbed in darkness new
To devour words, to feed the light
and listen to the taps of keys once more.
Listen to the taps of keys
As I write into the wee small hours
And you are sure to hear a tale
Told from a heartfelt place.
I could not shout these words as loud
As I can through this keyboard lit
By one small lamp beside my bed
Calling to the world beyond.
There is no rhyme or reason here,
Just words upon words, layered high,
Oozing from my fingers down telephone lines
To destinations far and wide.
They are soaked up by eager eyes
In distant lands with foreign tastes
Who will never know me as I am
But only as I seem to be.
What creation I might fabricate
As stars distract me from my work,
Alien light shining from afar
To spark a notion in my mind.
And as I listen to silent stars
Their energy burns through the page
Reaching a hand out into the void
And making contact with what it finds.
Where these words were born, I know not
Yet some fester where I find them
While others grow and creep and shine
Reflecting my injured soul back at me.
The tendrils wrap around my heart
Squeezing experiences from my breast
That burst to life like Sweet Alyssum
Drawing me in as with no other.
And so I am, locked in this dance,
Feverishly spewing out syllables
In some vain hope they make some sense
To more than just my troubled mind.
Then, when those lines have flown the coop,
I shall be absorbed in darkness new
To devour words, to feed the light
and listen to the taps of keys once more.
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