We have been broken
by not early on
finding a wife,
one that was a trick or two.
Tag: poems 2025
Creases and Folds – Written Monday 19th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Everything becomes old.
Time itself
has upon its being
creases and folds.
Sun Shines Down – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Woke up early,
out on the road,
sun shines
as I snake my way up the hills.
I Would Like To Belong – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
I would like to belong.
I did not stay that long,
and now I feel like a journeyman
just going from place to place.
London and Smitten – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
Back then, I seemed so far away
from being a child,
but a child I was —
still a fledgling in my thoughts.
What Became of Hope – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)
What became of hope?
Did it fall over?
Fall out?
Has it taken cover?
Wild Bore – Written Thursday 8th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Experiences mould you,
then they fold you,
and they fold you up,
and they try to take you away.
Outsiders – Written Thursday 24th May 2025 (Aged 50)
Outsiders on the surface
of something else,
that point of no return —
it is there within myself.
Sunflower – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
I assume it was planted with the sunflowers when I was very small
Head Full Of Junctions – Written Monday 31st March 2025 (Aged 50)
My head is full of junctions and busy scenes. I literally drown, and the more anxious ones become jagged dreams
