Democracy’s a shadow boxer.
The knockout blow
is the individual vote.
What was once so golden now feels so broken.
Tag: poetry
People Can Easily See In – Written Thursday 19th June 2025 (Aged 50)
The shyness is never far,
but really it’s not shyness —
it’s actually a desire for privacy.
And those two are very, very different.
Belt – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
There I am,
wrestling with the self,
watching memories
slide along the belt.
The Gown – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
Either way, to me,
they’d always had sadness in their face.
But they are now proud.
Still, I see them in their gown.
Deep Dive – June 2025 (Aged 50)
I am not a clockmaker,
and all my watches keep to a time
that I cannot read.
I watch as decades leave.
Mantra – Written Tuesday 10th June 2025 (Aged 50)
That was a phrase that we used when we were young.
But does getting better remain a mantra?
Because, after all, the days are not so young.
The Demons – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
The demons have crept into our lives.
Status gained, freedoms waned.
The demons are creeping back into our lives.
The demons, they have us.
My Memories Are a Museum Now – Written Thursday 5th June 2025 (Aged 50)
My memories are a museum now.
I am looking at exhibits — artefacts of the past.
Sometimes there is an air of regret, sometimes joy.
My memories are a museum now.
This Journey – Written June 2025 (Aged 50)
This career has been harder than it should have ever been, or needed to.
This life has been harder than I thought it would ever be.
I married her once, and then it went away.
Bumper Cars – Written May 2025 (Aged 50)
I start again.
But there is a pattern in our lives —
when the hopscotch is high
and the skipping has only just begun.
The Boy Behind The Glasses. Poetry and Writing 