Wednesday, November 6, 2013

A touch of madness


whispers in the day
whispers in the night
has it started
will it start

the long journey
into darkness
the mental abyss
the lost touch of
reality

doubt sets in
clarity unsure
can it be
the mental curse
unfolds
to what end

the pit
the pendulum
the scourge
of the mind
waiting it's turn
unheard screams

Friday, June 28, 2013

The Letter


pen in hand
inkwell close
cursive script
gently flows
words and thoughts
from times before
thoughtfully written
poetic in sounds
emotions shown
love and passion
folded and placed
sealed in wax
long journey taken
time stands still
miles and months
may pass
response is wanted
letter in hand
gently opened
savour the moment
eyes take in
unbridled joy
power of the pen

Thursday, May 23, 2013

a wonderful foggy morning

mists rising upward
blanket ones vision
what lies ahead

moisture on the face
feelings arise
what is out there
something I know

been there before
confident in past
wonders of future
better or worse

2 step forward
1 back
progress is
not a straight line

determination
needed in defeat
determination
13 letters
you counted

fog to rise
view ahead
clearer
never clearest

life is not
like that
count on
the butterfly
effect

embrace
the foggy
morning




Sunday, May 12, 2013

Thunderstorm



billowing clouds
natures force
darkened vengeance
howling winds
sideways rain

flashes of night
crackling bolts
havoc reeked
earth
but a pawn

run for cover
warning given
destruction
awaits
for the
unbelievers

like
you
!

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Sun and Moon



morning sun's rays
gently wipe darkness away
nature stretching
waking to a new day
pinkish hues bathe the skies
never ending colors
across the skies expanse
while the orb of night
reluctantly gives up its hold
as the governor of darkness
still full and bright
to soon disappear from sight
wildlife shrugs
it has seen it before
again again
forevermore

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Awaken, once again



to awaken and lay
after hours of sleep
still so tired
legs almost lifeless
the drain of energy
aches and pains
an endless parade

like a light
left on to
drain the power
saps the will
to do
what has brought joy
I fear
nevermore

memories of youth
all to go by
freedom
to run like the wind
to revel
in happiness

life never forgets
a collection it keeps
payback will come
some sooner
some later

a visitor that stays
never to leave

so tired
of being
tired

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Morning Mists


early morning
darkness covered
sitting waiting
for the sun
to start the
unveiling

time passes
but darkness holds
its grip on the night
wondering the cause
outside ventured

fog had settled
blocking the light
like a fairy tale dream
visible objects peeking
shrouded by mist
clouding the vision
erie feeling
another time perhaps

silence of the birds
as they waited
for their day
to begin
to forage for daily
sustenance

heat of the day
brings a sigh
of relief
songs of nature
awake as one

all is well
once more

Sunday, April 29, 2012

The Low Spark Of High-Heeled Boys


No, today it is not a poem by me but the words 
of Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi
The music is haunting and the words mysterious.
I am putting the words here by themselves
because they are that good.
If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car 
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead 
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was 
The low spark of high-heeled boys


If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much
It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of 
The low spark of high-heeled boys

If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Does It Matter


Sunday, December 5, 2010

repost





Gloomy
Does It Matter

Calling out
to the sky
no answer
to be had
in return
Just the quiet
as an answer

was it enough
what was done
did it matter
does it
ever
matter

holding back
the oceans
of lost
opportunity
fix
patch
repair
to no avail

rip tides pull
one out to sea
fight the current
swept away
no one knows
a finger
in the water
leaves no mark

was it really
a wonderful life
mr stewart
no wings
no angels
no echo
in the night

fragile
vulnerable
unable
to shake
the doubts
of worth

doubts that
set in
tend to
linger

Monday, April 16, 2012

Baby I'm Amazed

Sunday, June 14, 2009


recently awoke
music of youth
fab four
john paul
george ringo
played so much
tired of it all

forgotten lyrics
told a story
concept album
anticipation
words meant
much to us
back then
another time

sullivan said
they are beatles
crying girls
hairstyle change
wear it long
pointy shoes
parents panic
what happened
elvis
rock and roll
changed forever

years have past
we now parents
elevator music
of favorite tunes
video wake up
stir the blood
this stuff is good

tickled the senses
rigby and 64
hold my hand
mystery so magical
sgt pepper too
paul is dead
music backward
was it said
I am the walrus
what does it mean
egg man baby
I'm amazed
golden medley
ticket to ride
michelle my belle
twist and shout
on my submarine

white album double
revolver rubber soul
to name a few
fields of strawberry
does dorthy know
lucy had her diamonds

cartoons in morning
get music fix
they are everywhere
didn't last
sad ending
bite of the apple

on their own
never the same
almost as good
bullet takes one
health on another
guitar gently weeps

here comes the sun
hey jude
hold my hand
always has been
long winding road
still good to me
stirred the soul
let it be

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