A Sign

07/02/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation



Give me a sign

And I will move mountains



Give me a sign

And I will fight any battle



Give me a sign

And I will love you forever



Give me a sign

And I will give myself to you

A Sign of the Times

17/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation



I have stopped listening to the media.

        It is far too much.



Week after week

And year after year

I see the good stripped away

And the awful celebrated

As if I’d stepped through a mirror

And no one had told me.



Double standards run rife

And exemptions applied

To protect those who make money

For those higher up the ladder

While those with no power

Are thrown to the wolves.



I can’t abide the commentary.

        It hurts my heart.



Minorities strive to be heard

Over the injustices they face,

Yet the harassment and abuse

Rains down upon them all

As we struggle to remember

That we are all human.



We fight for equalities

That should have already been given

But, still, we bear the burden

Of inequity and injustice

Because some see the balance

As an oppression of themselves.



I don’t read the comments.

        It’s not worth it.



The wilfully ignorant

Proudly spew their bile

While the more considered response

Is swamped by the mob

That shouts louder in its hatred

And won’t listen to reason.



Those who know are derided

By the uneducated and illogical,

And those who have bought into

The conspiracy of the deluded

Who believe their right to speak

Eclipses the knowledge of experts.



I won’t watch the news broadcasts.

        It’s a sign of the times.

Out of Order

29/06/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation

 

The sign said “out of order”

And I had to agree.

The whole world was.

I definitely was.

I was upside down

And inside out

And back to front

And more than a little skewwhiff.

 

I was unprepared and overwhelmed

But didn’t really realise

Until I came face to face

With that sign on a vending machine

That summed up my whole existence

And it didn’t pain me at all

That my life could be so encapsulated

By a broken-down drinks machine.

 

It seemed quite rational

To be confronted as I was

By the illogical being that was me

In such a humdrum manner

As wanting a bottle of soft drink

And being unable to even begin to decide

Because a sign on the front told me

“Out of order” and I was.

Street Signs

21/06/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation

 

You know you’re comfortable with the route

When you don’t even look at the signs,

You get to your destination on autopilot

Driven without conscious thought.

But what happens when you must deviate,

When the route must be altered from the norm?

How well does your brain adapt to change

And guide you on this different path

To, perhaps, the same destination

But, maybe, to somewhere completely new?

I cannot reconcile the information

That I must use to modify my actions

With the well-worn behaviours

That have served me well until this point.

My heart beats faster as I search

And my breathing becomes shallow;

I can feel my palms sweating on the wheel

Steering me towards a destination

Along a road I have never seen before

And which I may never leave

As I feel my muscles tense and freeze

With every passing moment

Until I see a familiar sign

(A known street name a gift)

And air fills my lungs once more.

Note: This is the last of my Iso Well-Being Compilation poems. I will, however, be continuing with my poem a day for as long as have subjects to whet my appetite. I hope you've enjoyed my offering so far, and will continue to read and enjoy my work.