31/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I like the idea of Halloween
As a cultural tradition
But I despise the commercialisation
That comes with it today.
Give me a homemade ghost
Made out of an old bed sheet,
Or a mummy wrapped not in rags
But in reams of toilet paper.
Give me autumn festivals
With bobbing for apples
And scarecrows overseeing
Pumpkin carving competitions.
Give me big haunted houses
Where children giggle and scream,
And ghost tours though graveyards
For those who would dare.
Give me witches with birch brooms,
Black cats on every corner,
And spider webs hanging
From chimneys and doorframes.
Give me people coming together
To ward off evil spirits
By imbibing in such liquors
After the sun has gone down.
Give me stories of ghouls
Told at sleep deprived parties
Where children are up
Long after their bedtime.
Give me Halloween without commerce
With the only blood sucking
Done by cute little vampires
With the fakest of teeth.
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, October 31, 2020
White Noise
30/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I long for white noise in the dead of night
When I yearn to sleep without the light
And crave dreams with all my might
Yet every time it is a fight.
I long for white noise to wash over me
For the creaks and crashes to let me be,
To sleep knowing that I am free
From the jarring sounds of things I can’t see.
I long for white noise to block out the sound
That causes my tired head to pound
But the clamour just goes round and round
And not rest can ever be found.
I long for white noise in the dead of night
When I yearn to sleep without the light
And crave dreams with all my might
Yet every time it is a fight.
I long for white noise to wash over me
For the creaks and crashes to let me be,
To sleep knowing that I am free
From the jarring sounds of things I can’t see.
I long for white noise to block out the sound
That causes my tired head to pound
But the clamour just goes round and round
And not rest can ever be found.
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Thursday, October 29, 2020
Better
29/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I am better today than I was yesterday
But not as good as I can be tomorrow.
I am better than all my past endeavours
But not as good as my future triumphs.
I am better than the sorrows I have felt
But not as good as the joys I will feel.
I am better than I could ever hope
But not as good as where I see myself.
I am better now than ever before
But not as good as I ever will be.
I am better today than I was yesterday
But not as good as I can be tomorrow.
I am better than all my past endeavours
But not as good as my future triumphs.
I am better than the sorrows I have felt
But not as good as the joys I will feel.
I am better than I could ever hope
But not as good as where I see myself.
I am better now than ever before
But not as good as I ever will be.
Behind Weathered Stone
28/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Behind weathered stone,
Atop scuffed carpets,
Upon broken tiles,
Through faded curtains,
In ruined rooms
Under eroded cliffs
Before battered shores
With splintered boards
I am worn down.
Behind weathered stone,
Atop scuffed carpets,
Upon broken tiles,
Through faded curtains,
In ruined rooms
Under eroded cliffs
Before battered shores
With splintered boards
I am worn down.
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The Engagement
27/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
You proposed on the Friday night.
It was perfect, as I knew it would be.
The restaurant filled with family and friends,
Everyone excited in anticipation.
We’d known each other a while,
Were as close as any two could be –
Finished each other’s sentences
And stole each other’s food.
You’d booked the place out that night,
The staff were all aware what was at stake.
The service was impeccable,
The meal a masterpiece.
I thought back to when we’d met,
How we’d clicked right from the start,
The best of friends instantly
With so many interests shared.
You had to pick your moment,
Not too early, in case of rejection,
Not too late, in case of drunken uncles,
But just the right time, and you nailed it.
You always had perfect timing,
Always where you were meant to be
To share the good times when they happened
And support anyone through the bad.
Everyone finished their mains
And complimented the chef wholeheartedly,
Chatting animatedly amongst themselves
Smiling, laughing and enjoying the night.
I’d almost not been there, if I’m honest,
I’d had such a lot of work to do at home
But you’d convinced me you needed me
And it wouldn’t be the same without me there.
You tapped your glass delicately with your spoon,
And a hush fell over the room.
Faces turned towards you
And the manager adjusted the lighting.
You knew how to hold attention
And could attract it seemingly at will,
A mix of confidence and charm
That never wandered into arrogance.
Out of your pocket you drew a small box
And knelt down on one knee,
As a gasp arose from those gathered
And hands covered mouths in shock.
“It’s been five glorious years since we met
On that over-crowded bus,
In the middle of nowhere,
Heading to the back of beyond.
I knew the moment I set eyes on you
That I needed you in my life –
I am so glad that you thought the same
And that we have spent so much time together.
I couldn’t imagine anyone I’d want by my side,
Through any adventure life throws at us,
And it would do me the utmost honour
If you would agree to be my wife.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks
As cheers erupted all around
But I could not manage a smile just then,
When you were asking some other girl.
You proposed on the Friday night.
It was perfect, as I knew it would be.
The restaurant filled with family and friends,
Everyone excited in anticipation.
We’d known each other a while,
Were as close as any two could be –
Finished each other’s sentences
And stole each other’s food.
You’d booked the place out that night,
The staff were all aware what was at stake.
The service was impeccable,
The meal a masterpiece.
I thought back to when we’d met,
How we’d clicked right from the start,
The best of friends instantly
With so many interests shared.
You had to pick your moment,
Not too early, in case of rejection,
Not too late, in case of drunken uncles,
But just the right time, and you nailed it.
You always had perfect timing,
Always where you were meant to be
To share the good times when they happened
And support anyone through the bad.
Everyone finished their mains
And complimented the chef wholeheartedly,
Chatting animatedly amongst themselves
Smiling, laughing and enjoying the night.
I’d almost not been there, if I’m honest,
I’d had such a lot of work to do at home
But you’d convinced me you needed me
And it wouldn’t be the same without me there.
You tapped your glass delicately with your spoon,
And a hush fell over the room.
Faces turned towards you
And the manager adjusted the lighting.
You knew how to hold attention
And could attract it seemingly at will,
A mix of confidence and charm
That never wandered into arrogance.
Out of your pocket you drew a small box
And knelt down on one knee,
As a gasp arose from those gathered
And hands covered mouths in shock.
“It’s been five glorious years since we met
On that over-crowded bus,
In the middle of nowhere,
Heading to the back of beyond.
I knew the moment I set eyes on you
That I needed you in my life –
I am so glad that you thought the same
And that we have spent so much time together.
I couldn’t imagine anyone I’d want by my side,
Through any adventure life throws at us,
And it would do me the utmost honour
If you would agree to be my wife.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks
As cheers erupted all around
But I could not manage a smile just then,
When you were asking some other girl.
Monday, October 26, 2020
Let’s
26/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Let’s sit a while,
You and I,
In quiet contemplation,
The world drifting by
Without we two
As we mull over our thoughts.
Let’s care not
For material possessions
Nor ties that bind us here,
For in this moment
There is nought
But the steady exhale of breath.
Let’s be at one
With every pounding heartbeat
That echoes in our chests,
Fading slowly
Until all that is left
Is the metronomes steady tick.
Let’s allow our tears
To roll softly down cheeks
That have felt too many
While we imagine
A life that is not our own
But hope to capture.
Let’s sit a while,
You and I,
In quiet contemplation,
The world drifting by
Without we two
As we mull over our thoughts.
Let’s care not
For material possessions
Nor ties that bind us here,
For in this moment
There is nought
But the steady exhale of breath.
Let’s be at one
With every pounding heartbeat
That echoes in our chests,
Fading slowly
Until all that is left
Is the metronomes steady tick.
Let’s allow our tears
To roll softly down cheeks
That have felt too many
While we imagine
A life that is not our own
But hope to capture.
Sunday, October 25, 2020
Petty
25/10/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
I found a note from you in the letterbox
“Please tell you child not to be so messy
And to pack up their toys when finished”
Considering it’s their yard, not yours,
I don’t think you have a right to be so petty.
The cops knocked on our door, yesterday,
“We’ve had a complaint about the noise
Of the leaf blower early on Sunday morning”
We don’t own a leaf blower, a mower or trimmer,
And the police apologised for the inconvenience.
Today, I asked if you’d poisoned one of our trees,
“I do not do such things, I am not that petty, but
I can’t say I’m sorry, its leaves went everywhere”
So it just confirmed in my mind that you did it,
Even though you wouldn’t admit it to my face.
I found a note from you in the letterbox
“Please tell you child not to be so messy
And to pack up their toys when finished”
Considering it’s their yard, not yours,
I don’t think you have a right to be so petty.
The cops knocked on our door, yesterday,
“We’ve had a complaint about the noise
Of the leaf blower early on Sunday morning”
We don’t own a leaf blower, a mower or trimmer,
And the police apologised for the inconvenience.
Today, I asked if you’d poisoned one of our trees,
“I do not do such things, I am not that petty, but
I can’t say I’m sorry, its leaves went everywhere”
So it just confirmed in my mind that you did it,
Even though you wouldn’t admit it to my face.
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