Neurons firing Across carriageways Under construction Messages half sent Half-received Half conceived Fantastical plans Free of consequence Free of sense Forging ahead To freedom Independence Responsibility looming 'Clean your room' ing All happening too soon Errors of judgement Under the spotlight Decisions of ego Seemed like Such a good idea At the time Practicing adulthood Without the tools Ill-equipped Metaphorically Hand-held And understood Letting go Safety-netted Still abetted A journey toward Self-actualisation A revelation
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Burn the wick
Just as the flame can burn the hand That strays incautiously too close Blistered reminder of impulse So the hand can snuff the flame, command Extinguish the light and the heat Its purpose quashed and incomplete Gentle shielding will understand Nurture, direct the naked light Use its power for doing right Protect the flame,reprimand The feisty draught set to blow out The light offering to end doubt The thoughts and actions left unplanned In darkness fester and take on A life, a needless marathon Illuminated, become grand The candle flickers and breathes life Burning passions put paid to strife
Essence
A precious gift winged back graciously with a newfound comrade
Requested, admittedly, but despite that still nicely played
Tiny little thoughtful gestures, building bridges, setting scenes
Providing succour, nourishing, customising host cuisines
What begins as a love/hate relationship makes us braver
This is now a comfort, familiar and homely savour
More heartfelt, problematic and contentious than mere flavour
Let me open your secrets and won’t you come to my aid?
Darker and scarier than multitudinous Halloweens
It’s a matter of taste, I insist, my point to belabour
There she blows
The day is stifling heat Humid,even here,to the touch Excitement felt at the promise Realistic, though, bet-hedging as ever Eager for a sighting, full of hope Scanning the twinkling seas Humpback whale, oceanic mammoth Each false sighting helps anticipate... Behind us! goes the cry. We look, absorb Launching, a balletic, fun-filled twirl One, three, four - performance in macro Whales breach, flukes splash, blowholes blow Scenes of splendour, humbling memories
You Smiling Complicit A shared moment Of trust and of hope Something passed between us Something profound and surreal Daring us to grasp on, hold tight Never letting this moment leave us Hungrily holding on with all our might Knowing now, this is not just another night A hint of a future, suddenly real Not imagined, extant and bright More than the sum of our parts A shared vision of hearts Time now to absorb Eternity nears And how you Fulfil Me
It doesn't get much worse than this Unsmiling face and empty kiss No solace here, my darkest hour A stark moment when love turns sour Peering into the abyss It doesn't get much worse than this A little death; this love was our Brave new world, a call to power Delicate, a brief Spring flower Fading in my ivory tower It doesn't get much worse than this Ill-advised dreams fail in darkness So here it is, my darkest hour Nothing left now, hope's meek cower My ending nears, an anti-bliss It doesn't get much worse than this
Glorious, they said, aloud
Head held high, saluting, proud
A victory march, again
More lies broadcast by his pen
Reality disavowed
His job done, his public wowed
No silver lining, this cloud
One more End-of-Days omen
Glorious, they said
Take a look back at fields ploughed
With all that hindsight allowed
Think too what will happen
If we abstain once again
And clothe ourselves in that shroud
Glorious, they said