Tag: poetry

Summer days

The alarm sings a song that I do not like.
Mundane and boring still I hear it all the time. 

Outside the dawn choir sings a far finer tune.
Featuring sparrows, finches and blue tits too

A garden view sees two squirrels quarrel
Under a silver birch both flee and climb

Morning passes and now comes noon
To which the sun stands tall with the sky so blue

Majestic and proud, both giggles and barks come from a nearby field.

Good boy and a ladies best friend.

Down the street, the brown gate corner.

Five kids play but first comes numbers.
One turns his back on all the rest though none would know it’s the first of many.

The game begins and goes on and on. It evolves and changes yet on it goes.

The sun goes down.

The sky goes grey

I often think of summer days

To whose words should I listen

To whose words should I listen I often do ask. The man so embittered by the wrongs from the past. A person with feelings not cold to the core. Just resentful of time for the storm seen once more.

Yet whilst few choose to hear stern warnings outside. A guilt we all share yet still seem to divide. We sow all our seeds in a place they wont grow. Our mind grows more weary as we pass on our woe.

To whose words should I listen when no one is speaking. A silence that shows it’s too late for teaching. Eyes drawn in towards sweet ego boost lights. No morals or heart just a screen that shines bright.

To whose words should I listen when tarnished with fear. The voice of the voiceless drowning in tears.

A meeting in the snow

A meeting in the snow.


As winter bellows with its rage unleashed.
Its dark persona brings forth tearful floods.
Like a storm of snow upon mountains peak.
From which I slip and fall to natures curse

Yet as I lay on beds of new found buds.
So come fragrant whispers, that sound of spring.
I lay there broken, still; a fool in blood.
To which death sits by me and starts to sing

Oh poor boy, have you ever felt so rich?
You lie here now with no clear path.
No dark abyss nor bright light pitch.
Just think on this and all you have.

He rises slowly toward a smiling sun
Death uncanny, laughter faint and work all done.

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Idea

A poem about a boy who tries to commit suicide and meets death as he lies dying but after listening to deaths surprise and disappointment over his approach to the gift of life he fights to come back to the smiling sun (a loved one) he can see over him.


Themes

Mental health
Suicide
Death
Life
Appreciation
Anger
Health

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Letters and notes set list

I’ve decided to try and do my some of my poems live and have assembled a set list of poems I have written that I believe to be of acceptable quality and I am comfortable enough to see myself possibly being able to recite with confidence to capture the ‘Gretl Feeson’ persona I am looking for haha 🙂

Letters & notes, Corr Blimey Records.

Cruelest

Social decline

Help me forget

Delusions in my mind

Letters & notes

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Rumours from the street

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Once upon a time in a dark cold place
I used to hear a voice that seemed awful two-faced
It would say these strange things that would lack conviction
Far-fetched tales proclaiming them as non-fiction
That in mind; it’s time for yous to leave
Consider these evictions for the poor depictions of just how cruel life can really be
If things get any worse, we’ll all be on our knees
Knees, please; I never did believe
The rhetoric, gossip
The rumours from the street

Delusions in the mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Now this ones called, wait; I don’t know
I don’t have skills, I don’t have flow
I’ve thirty-three years yet i’m still unknown
There goes another secret that I swore i’d never show
Still i’ve grown, i’m older and wiser
Ambitions with life to get much higher
To maybe start the family or even get the wife
The sort of stuff I had around me
That’s the tragedy of time
I used to spend mine searching for a sign
I’d look at other people, apply my judgement to their lives
I turn back to myself, you know what I find
Another loser piece of trash with delusion in the mind!

Delusions in the mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

Delusions in my mind, just a rumour from the street
Rhetoric, gossip, rumours from the street.

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Social Decline

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Look, you can chat on Snap, Facebook, Insta ‘n’ that
Me, I’ve got my preference set to human contact
Living life on Twitter or the likes of Whatsapp
You tend to get depressed seeing all the things yours may lack
Then again, maybe that’s not necessarily true
For what if you hold a different point of view
Just another junkie before they hit the floor
You feel so much better than you ever did before
Next, you find you are counting foes amongst your friends
Food for thoughts and these ads that never seem to end
Morning through til night; they control that train of thought
We no longer give life meaning; turned into mindless robots

Young and curious, I opened all these doors
Old and useless, left only wanting more

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