The stream (all workshops)
Unlike the ice cream, summer's hot
Hot enough to let the ice-creams melt
Melt out of heat, and you shall sweat
Sweat from heat like when ice-creams melt.
I like ice-creams, unlike summers
Summers that bring the awful pests
Pests in swarms that live on the cheeks
Cheeks that no one would like to kiss.
Summers bring colourful flowers
Flowers and colours that I love
Love that you and everyone seek
Seek the beauty when summers come.
I like flowers, I like summers
Summers, flowers and ice creams.
embrace the alcoholic in me
that would ease you in
to my personal sort of suffering
unrestrained
cards played
suggest grace
kept close to vest
it's an insult to call
what's unrevealed
an illusion
to someone like you
my attention is had
full weight of this focus
would smother others
and has
maybe monster
is the wrong moniker
maybe man is a name
an albatross can't earn
my fall is descent slowed
a search for meaning
shy the bottom
Nothing can stand in my eyes, for a while I stood at home.
Oh Why/ I cannot find the words. For Your eyes. Or dream.
I cannot speak.
I am where life ends in a Tardis of your eyes.
Some thing good.
Some thing good.
I am a song for a something good :)
You give your words to me
You stimulate my mind
I’m always better for
Treasures that I find
Myriad of poetry
Connects us over time
Clearer than a satellite,
Direct or private line
You let me take a step inside
Inviting and sincere
Wrapped in verses from your hearts
Upon your sleeves you bare
A thousand heartfelt thank-you’s
I can’t express by words
Yet that’s exactly what they are
No matter how obscured
The Grand Canyon, is not your companion
It’s division and within it, there’s no compassion
It’s a difference of views, between us all, not the few
It’s a massive divide, that is deep and its wide
It travels for miles; people stare, and meanwhile
They fail to act but while I’m alive I’ll
Help those I can, cos I do give a damn
If you stand on the edge to admire the view
With no intention to help, then you
Will fall down its side, in this canyon that’s wide
Inaction means you’re empty inside
I looked through old albums
after she was gone
There were so many to sort!
An enormous journey
through paper and keepsakes
A memoir of ephemera
full to bursting from within
It was the few empty pages
that followed in some that got to me,
labors of love, reminiscences
yet to be cherished
As it turned out, I didn’t mind the task
The archaeology of a mother’s time
and the stories it told
It was really no trouble at all
And so it went...
Three years old
Fisher Price tape recorder
On my father's knee
In front of us sprawled out
Like treasures from a chest
Was an old collection
He resurrected just for me
From the first note dropped
I was reborn with a soulmate etched in verse
Forever tattooing lyrics
On my child heart
I was "Born To Be Wild"
Saved by grizzly vocals
That would stop me anywhere
How I needed them in later years
Music is a place where I go
A device of teleportation
I’m an instrument, finely in tune
Receiving every vibration
Every note has called me home
Or made it’s home of me
Taught me secrets seldom sought
Trained my ears to see
I chased thunder in my youth
Metallic dreams abound
Never lost my taste for folk
It’s earth to which I’m bound
Younger still, weekends spent
Listening with my aunts
American Top Forty
Those glorious pop charts
don't let those
who see my back
discern the love you give
tonight
from clues
I’d kept company
with a cornered beast
dont let the rest
think you can't
grab a talon's worth
of fresh flesh
from an unmade man
untethered now
underneath you
remember ribbons
you tried to make
fuck your presents
be done wrapping
dig hands in
carve me from bone
and make the man
you know you want
time plays hide and seek
ready or not, here it comes
hide too long, it flies
***
I've wondered
where my life went
while I hid behind
each door
each decade
the moments and memories
that gathered together
at the end of each year
like simple snowflakes
that melted into my
overflowing, frail scrapbook
my journal, my poetry
my haiku
***
Pages
(c) Neopoet.com. No copyright is claimed by Neopoet to original member content.