Coffee in a street café

Noodles piping hot

Spice of life variety

Thanks for what I’ve got

Simple pleasure I have learnt

Road to happy life

Stomach full and share a smile

Free of care and strife

Sunday morning shady street

Time to sit and think

In this world are many who

Lack both food and drink

Purpose of my poem is

Celebrate the small

What you have is better than

Not having at all

Feed the world and we canhave

Water flowing free

Human rights will give to us

Peace and dignity

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Conquer

Blue was clouded

Muddied up

Shine became so matt

View was shrouded

Covered up

World so sudden flat

Space not crowded

Emptied out

Nothing near or far

Yet some how did

Conquer doubt

Wished upon a star

The Dawn of the Everyman

The clouds had cast their net across the sky

To catch my sun and stop its early rise

And weather done by god knows who or why

A beauty hit me square between the eyes

It dawned on me as yellow orange red

Of morning smeared quite natural yet so high

That I could stay forever in my head

And never question what has gone awry

The truth is an observer not a star

This bed I’ve made is where I constant lie

I’m here but I’m not going very far

A second rate and very Cold War spy

Yet beauty finds the everyman at last

So clear the cloudy peel away the mask

Being

Contemplating all I never was

Reflecting on the paths I didn’t take

Cogitating what and if because

Perception of the self is what’s at stake

Steps I’ve taken wonder were they go

A merry dance that somehow landed here

Worry in my head and yet I know

That nothing can be worse than what I fear

Time to put a stop to all this thought

Procrastinating traps us in the mind

Clear my head and take a little a walk

The joy of not quite sure what I might find

All I never was will never be

And thus I am a human being me

Antithesis

And being me I plunged into the pool

I didn’t stop to think or make a plan

For I am the antithesis of cool

A really rather awkward sort of man

I’m not exactly archetypal geek

My brain is not so beautiful you see

And don’t expect some nerdish kind of chic

Banality epitomises me

Yet happily I swim among the sharks

Surviving without wing or need to pray

My motivation nothing more than larks

Though why it makes me laugh I cannot say

No evidence except my circumstance

But life is such merry little dance

War of Independence

Without you here I’ve finally become

The man who walks away not looking back

The two divide and I’m remainder one

The future parts repressive clouds of black

I ran until my very breath expired

Then took the time to find the man I am

For life had left me bruised and broken, tired

Reality was nothing but a sham

The war of independence over now

Republic not subjected to a king

Consider this my last and final bow

For you to me no longer mean a thing

I’m not confined I live without a plan

Except to be a free and happy man

Will

His smile it caught me mind it drew me in

Ideas profound that bubble to the top

Veneer with worry worn till paper thin

Yet in his eyes a hope that will not drop

So open as he talked of all he’d lost

The tears that glistened but were never shed

A warmth within that won’t allow the frost

The echo of so much he never said

I cannot right the wrong that he has seen

But he is more because what he knows

So many places we have never been

And hidden in the cracks a love it growsHe held my hand and everything was still

Our future is the everything we will