Tag: poem

Ooze

lizaaitken

He would so like to ooze charisma,

and to stop people in the street.

But he really isn’t that special,

whoever it is he’s trying to beat.

He has a mighty big ego you see,

as he thinks it’s all about him.

There’s those who smile to his face,

but still think he’s pretty dim.

He thinks he exudes intelligence,

but there is very little there.

When anyone shows any interest,

it is just their trying to care.

If only he would put others first,

or at least just once in a while.

It wouldn’t really hurt him much,

if he could only attempt a smile. 

😉

 

To Leave You in the Lurch

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I didn’t mean to go away,

or to leave you in the lurch.

It’s just I needed time for me,

I’ve moved to a new perch.

Yet another move in a year,

I found it took it out of me.

I needed time to find myself,

and a space so I could see.

I’m now I’m back for a bit,

as I’m off to France in days.

I’ll try to send you updates,

you know I won’t stay away.

~

My attempt at today’s daily prompt word was an apology for being absent, not because I haven’t been updating my blog but because I’ve missed so many of your posts.

I moved again and I think it took it out of me a little this time, I needed a little space for me, to adjust to my new surroundings and sort some things out. I don’t think it was such a bright idea to move between the partial and full eclipse, let’s not forget the opening of the Lion’s Gate either!

I imagine a few people have taken time out, it’s been a funny time, lots of energy and emotions flying about but I’m hoping it will settle now.

Anyway I’m sorry I have missed your posts, I will do my best to catch up with them over the next few days while I’m away.

It’s good to be back 🙂

 

I Move

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I dance as I’m swept along by the wind,

not clinging onto the trees.

Twisting along past those rain clouds,

going just where I please.

Those old roots are in my pockets now,

I’ll keep them moist and fed.

Until I plant them in the ground again,

remembering how to embed.

But for now I’m like a spinning feather,

light and catching the sun.

Dancing across these earthly planes,

laughing and having fun.

I’ve been that couch potato before, 

I’m not doing it anymore.

As when each chapter is over now, 

I know there’s more to explore.

~

A bit how I feel at the moment, with most of the things that hold me down in storage, I’m lighter, I can move around easily. 

We can put roots down anywhere we please at any time, we are not trees. As beautiful as they are, we don’t have to stay put, we have the ability to change our environment at any time.

Why spend life in one place, become like trees in an organised  orchard when we have roots we can move. We are so lucky, we are able to explore and make the most of life. Stop off, experience and then move on to experience more.

I know it’s not how life works, I know we need jobs, need connections and these things keep us in one place, but isn’t this a pity. I’ve stayed in places I love and that’s great but I’ve also stayed where I’m unhappy and that’s just not good enough.

I’ll settle down again but for now I feel a bit like a feather and I’m enjoying the experience.

~

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Two Little Boys 

lizaaitken

Two little boys are squabbling now, 

just like children throwing stones.

Shouldn’t we tell their mummy’s, 

I think they should really go home.

Arguing about who’s the biggest, 

yet it’s warheads their shouting about.

I think we should close the playground, 

isn’t it about time they got out!

~

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I’m waking up at ridiculous o’clock wondering what the news is going to say today. 

I’m beyond horrified, I’m flabbergasted that these children continue to play with our lives as if we are counters at the bottom of a toy box, cast aside for the big guns. 

I really think it’s time we put them to bed, time for mum’s and dads to take back control don’t you think?

I’m not politically minded, I don’t understand war or rhetoric but I understand care and I think it’s about time we took some care of our planet and lives.

Hopefully with that out I can go back to sleep!

Symphony

lizaaitken

From rain that gently patters,

to calling of men to prayer,

The wild rushes as they blow,

leaves that scatter there.

Tinkling of the wind chimes,

the children as they play.

The rattle of their scooters,

birds at the end of the day.

Oh there’s the sound of silence,

just listen if you can.

To the symphony of nature,

mixed with the world of man.

 

 

 

~

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I Pray

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I pray I can climb a high mountain,

be in touch with the divine.

Swim across seas of the deepest blues, 

drink of the finest of wines.

Travel this world then go far beyond,

dance on stars so bright.

Harness the sun as it rises at dawn,

ride hard until setting at night.

I pray I experience all that there is, 

yet still be hungry for more.

I pray I dance through my final years,

there’s so much more to explore.

~

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The Rain

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Today, the rain is relentless, I believe it might go on forever looking out of the window. It immobilises me, I’m stuck, I’m thoughtful, it brings all of my emotions to the surface.  

It’s funny, how in nature flowers close as if protecting their hearts from the onslaught, while at the same time needing the rain to grow. I look out at the rain and want to cry, or at least it brings up emotions.

I look at the balcony outside of my window and notice that it’s been cleaned of dust, the leaves on the plants look fresh and webs have been washed away. It reminds me that we need storms in life. 

 

The rain,

laughing at me through the window,

as loudly,

it taunts me.

 

It pours,

like the tears running from my eyes,

as heavily,

they fall.

 

A crash,

thundering like my broken heart,

as flashes,

light the sky.

 

I feel,

that pain will be cleansed by the storm,

and life, 

is restored.

~

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Foggy

lizaaitken

I’d always rather a sunny day,

but there’s a certain something to fog.

The way it wraps around the trees,

when out for a walk with the dog.

Shapes it makes as it moves along,

I sometimes see figures with faces.

The fog and me, we get along okay,

I can put up with it in most places.

But when it comes in from the sea,

as a sea mist that is most sudden.

I’m furious as it’s spoiling my day,

it really does push all my buttons.

Far out on the horizon it moves,

in just moments it’s on the shore.

A foggy day at the seaside’s not on,

it had better not come anymore.

😉

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Shallow Me

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Sometimes I think I am far too shallow to really get a grasp of anything beyond myself, at others I feel I’m nearing a clearing in my mind and remembering something I always knew.

I hang onto it for moments, maybe longer but then my chattering mind pops back sending me along another thought pattern. We are in a constant fight with ego, ego that’s helpful and ego that’s destructive to our growth. Ego doesn’t really want us to recognise that it’s not the be all and end all.

That’s why it’s difficult to get out of the woods sometimes, stand at the side of the forest and see things from another perspective. I remember when I was lost on that mountain in Ibiza, there were so many different trails, so many potential ways out, so many dead ends. A bit like making sense of life I thought, even in my delirious and dehydrated state!

Anyway my attempt at a shallow poem…

~

In the shallowness of being,

I wonder through the woods.

Not noticing the pointers,

a winding path of falsehood.

The way ahead is so tangled,

much too thick to see my way.

Determined for a moment,

but these convictions sway.

Then treading shallow water,

though the bottom can’t be seen.

I see a clearing in the trees,

don’t let this be a dream.

~

 

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I Wait…

lizaaitken

I wait,

for something beyond my grasp,

my vision and thinking mind.

I wait,

for something beyond the self,

wait and hope to find.

~

I feel,

there’s something beyond me,

I knew it from the start,

I feel,

within rhythms of being,

pounding in my heart.

~

I see,

far beyond the horizon,

light that shines out so bright,

I see,

with utmost clarity,

a land that’s still out of sight.

~

I know,

way beyond what they tell me,

that this is a fraction of being,

I know,

with all of my senses here,

of visions I’m not yet seeing. 

~

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