19/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I am surrounded by the pressure
To be more than I am
And sometimes I don’t know
How I’m supposed to deal with that
The pressure isn’t from anywhere else
But inside my own mind
And I argue with myself endlessly
About what I should be doing
I wish I had the confidence
To achieve what I tell myself I should
Maybe one day I will
But today is not that day
Monday, May 31, 2021
Saturday, May 29, 2021
No Matter Where
18/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Written in the early hours of Sunday, just after midnight,
Written in the early hours of Sunday, just after midnight,
whilst watching the funeral of Prince Philip,
Duke of Edinburgh, formerly Prince of Greece and Denmark.
Though laid to rest
In solemn ceremony
Replete with tears
Fallen on sunken cheeks
Of old comrades
Known for so many years
And from bright eyes
Of grandchildren
Who had not enough time
All standing as one
In grief
A family in mourning
Not now any greater
Nor lesser
Than any other in such sorrow
You will be remembered
By those who held you
In high esteem
And in their arms
No matter where they may lay their head
Though laid to rest
In solemn ceremony
Replete with tears
Fallen on sunken cheeks
Of old comrades
Known for so many years
And from bright eyes
Of grandchildren
Who had not enough time
All standing as one
In grief
A family in mourning
Not now any greater
Nor lesser
Than any other in such sorrow
You will be remembered
By those who held you
In high esteem
And in their arms
No matter where they may lay their head
The Cellar Door
17/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
We don’t have a cellar door
But I’ve always wanted one
A door to a place I can hide away
When the working day is done
A comfy world tucked away
Where reality gets shut out
And words can tumble from my mind
In quiet murmurs, not a shout
A wall full of bookshelves
And a desk for me to write
Where the troubles of the working day
Are kept far from sight
Maybe one day I’ll get my cellar door
And the stairs and cellar, too
To create a little sanctuary
That I can share with you
We don’t have a cellar door
But I’ve always wanted one
A door to a place I can hide away
When the working day is done
A comfy world tucked away
Where reality gets shut out
And words can tumble from my mind
In quiet murmurs, not a shout
A wall full of bookshelves
And a desk for me to write
Where the troubles of the working day
Are kept far from sight
Maybe one day I’ll get my cellar door
And the stairs and cellar, too
To create a little sanctuary
That I can share with you
The Inescapable Truth
16/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Everyone discovers
Their own
Inescapable truth
That defines
Who or
What or
Where and
It can
Break them
Make them
Or maybe
Forsake them
But always
Is there
Following them
Through life
Through troubles
Through ecstasy
Through trials
And tribulations
And all
That comes
With them
Everyone discovers
Their own
Inescapable truth
That defines
Who or
What or
Where and
It can
Break them
Make them
Or maybe
Forsake them
But always
Is there
Following them
Through life
Through troubles
Through ecstasy
Through trials
And tribulations
And all
That comes
With them
Friday, May 28, 2021
Drawing Breath
15/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Conscious of the air passing my lips
As I breathe in and out
Sucking in the cold, still air
Of the breaking dawn
Letting out the warmth from my lungs
Seeing my breath plume out in front of me
My hands stuffed deep into pockets
In an effort to stop my fingertips turning blue
And my feet shuffling on the spot
The lambswool lining of my boots toasty
Against the low, rolling fog not yet burnt off
By the suns warming rays
Conscious of the air passing my lips
As I breathe in and out
Sucking in the cold, still air
Of the breaking dawn
Letting out the warmth from my lungs
Seeing my breath plume out in front of me
My hands stuffed deep into pockets
In an effort to stop my fingertips turning blue
And my feet shuffling on the spot
The lambswool lining of my boots toasty
Against the low, rolling fog not yet burnt off
By the suns warming rays
Outcast
14/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I’ve never fitted in
Even as a child
I’ve walked my own path
And sung my own song
I didn’t get invited to parties
Or asked out on dates
I don’t go to staff functions
And I rarely go out
I hate the idea of small talk
It makes me nauseous to the core
Sending my anxiety sky high
And draining every ounce of energy
I don’t do well in crowds
With the press of people all around
Unrestrained and unpredictable
It’s all too much for me
Other people’s emotional needs
Are like a flood inside my mind
Their pain seeping into my pores
Like an invisible toxic wave
I’d rather hang out with your pet dog
Or curled up with your cats and birds
Than spend time in the company
Of the same person for all the day
It’s not that I don’t like people
They just drain me of my strength
Making it difficult to continue
With the rest of my life
I embrace my inner hermit
And just hope others understand
That when I’ve had enough of people
It’s not a personal slight
It has seen me painted as an outcast
Someone who doesn’t want to join in
But want and need are two different beasts
That often pull in opposing directions
I want to be the life of the party
I want to be little miss socialite
I want to be everyone’s best buddy
I’ve never fitted in
Even as a child
I’ve walked my own path
And sung my own song
I didn’t get invited to parties
Or asked out on dates
I don’t go to staff functions
And I rarely go out
I hate the idea of small talk
It makes me nauseous to the core
Sending my anxiety sky high
And draining every ounce of energy
I don’t do well in crowds
With the press of people all around
Unrestrained and unpredictable
It’s all too much for me
Other people’s emotional needs
Are like a flood inside my mind
Their pain seeping into my pores
Like an invisible toxic wave
I’d rather hang out with your pet dog
Or curled up with your cats and birds
Than spend time in the company
Of the same person for all the day
It’s not that I don’t like people
They just drain me of my strength
Making it difficult to continue
With the rest of my life
I embrace my inner hermit
And just hope others understand
That when I’ve had enough of people
It’s not a personal slight
It has seen me painted as an outcast
Someone who doesn’t want to join in
But want and need are two different beasts
That often pull in opposing directions
I want to be the life of the party
I want to be little miss socialite
I want to be everyone’s best buddy
But I need to keep the world at bay
Whale Song
13/04/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
Have you heard the whale song
Drifting on the currents
Calling out a mournful tune
To the far reaches of the ocean?
Have you heard the bat screech
Echoing off its surrounds
As it flies deftly amongst the trees
In search of bugs on the wing?
Have you heard the lion roaring
As it protects its pride
From young pretenders
Who might start a leadership brawl?
Have you heard the cattle lowing
As they stare up at the moon
Wishing they could leap so high
And not be grounded by reality?
Have you heard the monkeys scream
From treetops threatened by destruction,
The noise of chainsaws and woodchippers
Almost too much for these primates?
Have you heard the wolf howl
Long and loud into the night,
Through woods and valleys
They stalk for their prey?
Have you heard the donkeys braying
From fields and paddocks far and wide
Their work not yet done today
To make our lives easier?
Have you heard the cicada chirp
After so long underground
Escaping to call and breed
And to die within weeks?
Have you heard the pig snort,
It’s joy at vegetable scraps
Undeniable and heart-warming
As it tucks into the swill?
Have you heard the kangaroo chortle
As it bounds merrily over red rocks
And fences meant to contain them
But have no hope of doing so?
Have you heard the elephant trumpet
As it crashes through the trees
That fall and snap like twigs underfoot
And the pack moves ever onwards?
Have you heard the toad croaking
It’s baleful plea to be loved
And seen as elegantly beautiful
As its amphibious cousins are?
Have you heard the raven caw,
Black as the night,
Rooted in the stories of the dark
And creating magic with every sound?
Have you heard the bee buzz
As it flits from flower to flower,
Laden with pollen to help regenerate
The wild and untamed meadows?
Have you heard the owl hoot
With its haunting cry carrying
From barn to barn
As it searches for mice?
Have you heard the hyena laughing,
Cackling with excitement
Over the thrill of the chase
As they race across the savannah?
Have you heard the magpie chatter
While it sits on high remarking
On all the lovely heads below
And which one it will dive bomb next?
Have you heard the lambs bleat
Calling for their mothers
Wanting attention and milk
As they frolic between the haystacks?
Have you heard the pigeon coo
From roof tops and window sills
As they eye off statues And unsuspecting pedestrians?
Have you heard the whale song
Drifting on the currents
Calling out a mournful tune
To the far reaches of the ocean?
Have you heard the bat screech
Echoing off its surrounds
As it flies deftly amongst the trees
In search of bugs on the wing?
Have you heard the lion roaring
As it protects its pride
From young pretenders
Who might start a leadership brawl?
Have you heard the cattle lowing
As they stare up at the moon
Wishing they could leap so high
And not be grounded by reality?
Have you heard the monkeys scream
From treetops threatened by destruction,
The noise of chainsaws and woodchippers
Almost too much for these primates?
Have you heard the wolf howl
Long and loud into the night,
Through woods and valleys
They stalk for their prey?
Have you heard the donkeys braying
From fields and paddocks far and wide
Their work not yet done today
To make our lives easier?
Have you heard the cicada chirp
After so long underground
Escaping to call and breed
And to die within weeks?
Have you heard the pig snort,
It’s joy at vegetable scraps
Undeniable and heart-warming
As it tucks into the swill?
Have you heard the kangaroo chortle
As it bounds merrily over red rocks
And fences meant to contain them
But have no hope of doing so?
Have you heard the elephant trumpet
As it crashes through the trees
That fall and snap like twigs underfoot
And the pack moves ever onwards?
Have you heard the toad croaking
It’s baleful plea to be loved
And seen as elegantly beautiful
As its amphibious cousins are?
Have you heard the raven caw,
Black as the night,
Rooted in the stories of the dark
And creating magic with every sound?
Have you heard the bee buzz
As it flits from flower to flower,
Laden with pollen to help regenerate
The wild and untamed meadows?
Have you heard the owl hoot
With its haunting cry carrying
From barn to barn
As it searches for mice?
Have you heard the hyena laughing,
Cackling with excitement
Over the thrill of the chase
As they race across the savannah?
Have you heard the magpie chatter
While it sits on high remarking
On all the lovely heads below
And which one it will dive bomb next?
Have you heard the lambs bleat
Calling for their mothers
Wanting attention and milk
As they frolic between the haystacks?
Have you heard the pigeon coo
From roof tops and window sills
As they eye off statues And unsuspecting pedestrians?
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