Knowing that you have no place
adds a particular sadness,
a tiresome journey plan to your face…
Tag: 2025 poetry
Never Ending Parade – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
The never-ending parade that marches through a street
Feels like the friends that I no longer meet
Seen Through The Eyes Of a Ghost – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (aged 50)
Seen through the eyes of a ghost,
I carry a patina of trouble, rubble, and boulders
Why Do People Bully Other People? – Written Friday 21st March 2025 (Aged 50)
Why do people bully other people? Why do people so poorly regulate their own mental health and well-being?
Not Too Good Today – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
Not too good today. Just sort of making my way. Anxiety is a sentence, and I have many to say.
Highrise – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
The challenge, the new challenge, it does excite me. And the lifting of barriers and weights, it is enticing.
Tap, Tap, Tap – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
Tap-tap-tap — we hand out the school milk, and we notice it is curdled and has turned sour
Simple Days – Written Thursday 4th March 2025 (Aged 50)
What else is there to say, caught as we are in the swell of what felt like simpler days
White Gold – Written Monday 3rd March 2025 (Aged 50)
“It’s a shame emotional intelligence, empathy, and compassion remain so remote.”
Look At You – Written March 2025 (Aged 50)
“How far has society shifted for such things to be a joke?”
