A poem a day…

I took up the challenge, with gusto and pride

For the next thirty days, I was set to abide

To create on the hoof, or create at my desk

A poem a day, that would be statuesque

Some days words would flow, with delight and accord

On others I would feel, like a veritable fraud

There were sandwiches prepared, that were fit for a Queen

The importance of reconciling, with all that had been

I remembered my lover, wondering where he was now

Felt the warmth of the sunshine, upon my smooth brow

I considered the advice, of what others thought best

I couldn’t sleep due to nightmares, was unable to rest

There were unconscious connections, abound between friends

And what I would do, with the global dividends

I encouraged all to wake up;  go out seize the day

To be vigilant of individuals, who get in the way

There was the woman who created, her very own demise

To live with integrity, means no compromise

Tensions were broken, and then calmness did reign

I suggested frivolity, can help you keep sane

There are friends to avoid; we all know the type…

I didn’t care, to care, and took a moment to gripe

I suspended old beliefs, within the cosmos of space

Letting life simply play out; we are not in a race

In a grand banqueting hall, was more mention of food

A reminder that we’re enough, and should all be valued

That by knowing our truth, we become our own master

And that when loneliness comes, it is not a disaster

In finding your own rhythm, you will dance to your beat

So don’t do too much thinking, or vocally excrete

So I thank you for reading, for all taking the time

For a month full of prose, of which, some did rhyme.

Only so much thinking

Thinking

We’ve thought ourselves into a corner

Got ourselves in a really tight bind

By believing we know all the answers

That we can implement change, with our mind

 

Society is festering, in stagnation

Beyond the hype, there is rot at its core

Our days of denial are numbered

Our shelf-life, is indefinite no more

 

There really is, only so much thinking

That can carry, the almighty weight

Of the lumbering, half-asleep masses

Who must be woken, before it’s too late

 

To take stock of their need to accumulate

To displace their own feelings of guilt

Which ironically create far more problems

In this foundation-less world we have built

 

Who are they, banking all of the billions?

That are bringing this world to its knees

To whom do we owe all this money?

It’s time to reveal, the greedy loanees

 

We all have a choice not to follow

But it requires us to face our worst fear

And to see that it’s all an illusion

When we do that, it will all disappear

Contentment in hand

Infinity

The moment has arrived

When I recognise myself

My shadow holds me

As we dance as one

To life’s unique rhythm

My eyes no longer floating

In the peripheral breeze

Anchored now, within vision

Stepping beyond knowledge

Contentment in hand

I am firmly grounded

Within the present

Within me

Loneliness

You held me tight

Embracing my loneliness

And casting it adrift

From the shores of reality

The waves of uncertainty

Broke on an unquestioning shore

Your compassionate caress

Rekindled my heart

Sweeping us both

Into the depths of desire

Calling their bluff

The Truth, Your Story

Can we ever know another’s truth?

When we shy, far from our own

Can we stand in darkness, linger there?

Become accepting of what is shown?

 

The stories we strive so hard to hide

Are fiction and nothing more

Created by thought, then held in place

By perpetuating the lore

 

The real disservice we do ourselves

Is not facing our innermost fears

By avoiding our own reflection

We create all the messy smears

 

We amplify the voice within

The defensive, looped soundtrack

Believing the lyrics are our own

When they are really, a media feedback

 

Like lemmings in a video game

A slave to repetitive routine

Expecting others to pay the price

Then complain about quarantine

 

Uniting as one, uniting on mass

And decreeing enough’s enough

Is how we can all be the change

Then we can really call their bluff

Dreams

Girl with a ballon

Skipping through the fields

Of all of her dreams

She ran with abandon

Through the familiar scenes

 

Wonderful memories

All flooded the plain

Of the moonlit landscape

Of her imagined terrain

 

Across streams of lucidity

She transcended dimensions

Reaffirming her desires

She aligned her intentions

 

Accompanied by souls

Of a higher vibration

She healed the wounds

Of a past separation

 

Limitless possibilities

Permeated her skin

Revealing her purpose

Her true knowing within