From the Heart
I’m not sure about that voyage now, the pound has sunk too low
The vote has caused this drift you see, the treats might have to go
It’s really very frightening, tomorrow will be brand new
Batten down those hatches, we will have to see this through
We need to steer the ship of us, into waters that are unclear
Paddle carefully, take our time and put away our fear
It isn’t any wonder, that I listen with contempt
I never really have much time for those who will pretend
I see right through the fairy tales, I know that they are lies
Just tell it straight, don’t hold it back, its fibs that I despise
How ever hard the words appear just say them as they are
Open, frank and honest please and we’ll go very far
I’m beside myself with worry, this really can’t be right,
I dreamt a plane was crashing, I dreamt it late last night.
I know it’s not an omen, I hope so anyway,
as I’m flying off myself soon, in just a couple of days.
Why can’t I dream of riches, of love and spiritual paths,
instead of things like crashes, with memories that last.
I know it’s because I’m packing now, I know this is the way,
it’s guilt about the fun I’ll have, I’m sure that’s what they’d say.
So I will buckle up my seatbelt and think of better things,
and pray the plane will hold us up, I’ll really watch the wings.
I have set my new intention, to only dream of love,
avoiding cheese, crossing hearts and sending prayers above.
I’m sending love across at you, it’s painfully clear to see.
That you need help, to be wrapped up, by someone more than me.
Your terrified of looking up, your posture tells me so.
I guess your really struggling and wanting to let go.
We’re in the doctors waiting room, and there’s another three,
I hope they call you in soon, you can go in front of me.
I want to cry at what I feel, your pain is clearly deep.
Your eyes, your face, the whole of you, it makes me want to weep.
I pray that you will smile again, I pray you will survive,
I know this isn’t any way for one to be alive.
I hope the doctors helpful, that he doesn’t send you off,
without the building blocks you need, to hold yourself aloft.
I wrote this after visiting the doctors this morning. I saw this guy there and my heart went out to him. I was thinking if everybody who reads this attempt at poetry sends him a bit of love it might just help. If it creates a picture in your mind, then maybe with love, it can create healing and recovery for him. I live in Brighton, Sussex so imagine him there and send your love. Thanks x
I really tried to tell you, explain to you my path,
I only wished you listened, you really make me laugh.
Having all the answers, although you didn’t see,
the very subtle changes, that were happening to me.
Drifting up two different roads, traveling separate ways,
I hardly think you noticed, when I was gone for days.
So now you want to real me in, tell me that you care,
tell me that I have it wrong and you were always there.
Well my love, my golden boy, I really thought you knew,
that you and I and all that jazz, are well and truly through
The whimsical ramblings on my blog site,
mainly assist me to see the world right.
To process my feelings, work out what’s inside,
these deep set emotions I often can’t hide.
I feel invisible here, it’s a safe place to be,
not many of you would know the real me.
But that’s an illusion, I just worked that out,
as twitter is linked, I will soon be found out.
Do I really care, is this my real truth,
to be appreciated as me and like myself too.
I’m enjoying myself and making new friends,
the benefits of blogging don’t seem to end.
I ask to be as slim as when I thought that I was fat
Those days of long gone by, when I thought that I looked crap
Oh to fit that little piece, I kept in posterity
Who would ever have thought it once looked good on me
The years pile on my waistline, however hard I’ve tried
When I try to pull my jeans up, they hear a random cry
I have to accept this padding, as it refuses to go away
I wish, I pray and hope that it will be fashionable one day
Connected to you, like a petal to a flower
like a feather to a bird, like water to a shower
Connected by experience, connected in love
flowering with passion, as beauty often does
Daily Prompt Word – Circus
The circus in town doesn’t appeal to me, for animals I feel should wonder free.
Times you went to see beasts not yet seen, are over now, they can be seen on the screen.
I can see why you might want to see trapeze, yes it’s amazing, I can see it would please.
But the days of big lions, bright tigers and apes, have left us behind now, a big mistake.
Circuses I’m sure were big in the day, but that was now long ago and where it should stay.
Roll up, roll up, now quickly come and see, the discovery channel on your TV.
The essence of my vegan lunch, the ultimate diet of today.
A perfect example of my food, representation some might say.
The finest food and fit for kings, as a resume of what I digest.
The epitome of joy to me, why not put it to the test?
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