on reflection
considering my direction
i think the sarcasm has held me back
Category: Poems September 2019
Dedicated Passion – Written Monday 30th December 2019 (Aged 44)
when i was young
the song appeared to have –
an infinite number of verses
and i thought –
it would go on and on
but as the music faded
i realised, sadly, it doesn’t last too long
The Skittles of Self Esteem – Written Sunday 29th December 2019 (Aged 44)
when you have been treated appallingly
how do you resolve that inside?
do you chase personal justice –
or does it have to lie
What Is It I Hope to Find? – Written Saturday 28th December 2019 (Aged 44)
no one criticises me –
more than me
no one is more self aware
and painfully aware of me
Today Someone Picked Me Up -Written Thursday 12th December 2019 (Aged 44)
they looked at me
with doleful caring eyes
they made sure i could see straight
that my hope was intact
and that i was not worn out
The Path – Written Thursday 28th November 2019 (Aged 44)
not the path built with crazy construction
the one with a tentative rope bridge
and a side or order of destruction
but the path,
i integral to my being
People Cannot Help Themselves – Written Friday 22nd November 2019 (Aged 44)
people cannot help themselves
they cover their backs
as they stall and stoop
even as adults,
they lie as if they have croup
Power – Written Monday 23rd September 2019 (Aged 44)
you fire your rapid fire ammunition
that is when people confuse confidence
and over promote selfish ambition
you may never melt down but…
personality does experience heated liquidation
Painfully Soft – Written Monday 23rd September 2019 (Aged 44)
i am painfully soft
really
Paper Chain – Written Monday 23rd September 2019 (Aged 44)
am i –
the weakest link
in your view
in your chain
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