Posts Tagged ‘poet’


the creepiness of waves
the nothingness of sun
became a stain
in a time, a place
decayed my mind
turned it to dust


I believe you
When I stare in your face
And see a happy smile
Beaming back at me

I believe you
When you tell me you’re
Happy to see me
And kiss me gently

I believe you
When you hug me tightly
Squeezing me warmly
Feeling your skin on mine

I believe you
I believe every word you say to me
Every touch of your person
I take it literally

I believe you
Because I know no other way
And whether you truly mean it or not
I still believe you

 


what did I do before
I discovered you
and the joy you bring me
in piecing together
the jigsaw in my mind
so that the world makes sense
and is no longer
a jumbled mess
of thoughts and ideas
floating around
a bottomless pit
but something
I can feel
make sense of
gives meaning to my world
lets me face the future
with renewed confidence
and believe in myself
my abilities, my talents
to be the best I can be
today, tomorrow, forever


darkness goes
replaced by light
trails dry out
grass beckons me
as water flees
sun light energises
body and mind
as I look up
to my inspiration
and begin my
ascent to nirvana


bridges fill in gaps
that appear in evolution
and stop the sands of time
from escaping to the stars


watching people crossing
the bridge of life
going back and forth
so easily, so freely
and i stand here looking
for the path that will
lead me to that bridge
and onto the path i desire


i do not want

to go there

fear is sending

my mind into spasms

but i must confront

the old to be able

to embrace the new

 


Two haiku poems written after a long run on the moors last week. One reflects the point my leg disappeared down a bog and the other the long climb from Ponden Reservoir back up to Alcomden Stones.

 

earth sucks me in

body goes back to nature

grey sky turns blue

 

tarmac turns to gravel

turns to grass, turns to mud

i live amongst reeds

 


it is cold and dark

street lights struggle

to penetrate thick mist

suspended in animation

i am warm

a passionate burning fire

flowing through

a cave of ice

one foot follows the other

pulsating red hot rods

of energy transformed into power

through sinew and muscle

creating a sense

of togetherness

a feeling of being at one

with soul and nature

mind and body

in effortless motion

as i appreciate

the simply act

of being able to run

free

 


the party was in full swing

adults talking to adults

under the influence of alcohol

i am a token attraction at the start

a talking point to stare at for five minutes

now i am forgotten, unimportant

left to wander in a room

full of slobbering giants

consuming vast amounts of food and drink

outside i can breather fresh air

clear of the smell of stale tobacco

i wander to the woods my parents warned me about

don’t go there, the bogey man lives there

down one grassy slope

up the other side through so many trees

and back down the other side

ending up at the side of the road

transfixed by an endless stream of

man made mechanical tin boxes

flash by whoosh, whoosh, whoosh

the wind against my bare legs

the only reminder that i am alive

one car stops and strangers get out

eyeing me up and down

talking to each other in hushed tones

then my dad gets out, smiling, eyes twinkling

they had noticed me missing

they had been worried about me

they had come looking for me

i do matter to them after all