Secret Poems
I am a secret poet.
With poems hidden in my brain.
So very, very secret.
Will I ever remember them again?
When I am composing
I don’t pick the time or place.
Don’t you see?
It picks me!
The rhyme I have to chase.
It’s like a wisp of wind
Suddenly there, floating around
Then it disappears, never to be found.
This is so frustrating.
It drives me round the bend.
Some people say I’m crazy
Some think me lazy
But in fact.
I’m just a little hazy!
Northern Rain
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Monday, September 15, 2003
I look at the world, and the world looks at me.
See the busy people passing by.
Then I look at the world, I look at a tree,
It’s busy reaching for the sky.
I look at myself – what do I see?
Someone who’s left behind.
In this world nothing is free,
This place is very unkind.
I look at the world – the rush and the push,
Like an express train gone off the rails.
People dash in a mad crush,
Build a world that is hard as nails
I look at myself – in my own space
Away from the world, in my house.
I sit back, and slow to my pace,
And hide in the corner - like a mouse.
See the busy people passing by.
Then I look at the world, I look at a tree,
It’s busy reaching for the sky.
I look at myself – what do I see?
Someone who’s left behind.
In this world nothing is free,
This place is very unkind.
I look at the world – the rush and the push,
Like an express train gone off the rails.
People dash in a mad crush,
Build a world that is hard as nails
I look at myself – in my own space
Away from the world, in my house.
I sit back, and slow to my pace,
And hide in the corner - like a mouse.
Friday, September 12, 2003
The with and the without
If God’s up there in heaven, looking down.
And hell is down below, then is hell hand made by man?
Only god will know.
Some are born into money, naturally they are rich.
Most are born into poverty, starvation and ill health.
The rich look down at the poor.
They thank god for their wealth.
There are some in the middle
Neither rich or poor
They buy a ticket, hope for luck
For a big win and a fast buck
They live in hope day after day
Praying that fortune will come their way
Something to relieve life’s boredom
To remove the daily drudge
Is the answer in a bet?
The lotto or the pools?
Us middle people-we are such fools.
We fritter away our lives
So busy earning a living
Life just passes by
The injustice of it all
Makes me want to cry
There is no time, every day’s a rush.
Dash to the station, to jump on a train
And stand like sardines in a crush.
Take it from me, it’s nothing but pain
If God’s up there in heaven, looking down.
And hell is down below, then is hell hand made by man?
Only god will know.
Some are born into money, naturally they are rich.
Most are born into poverty, starvation and ill health.
The rich look down at the poor.
They thank god for their wealth.
There are some in the middle
Neither rich or poor
They buy a ticket, hope for luck
For a big win and a fast buck
They live in hope day after day
Praying that fortune will come their way
Something to relieve life’s boredom
To remove the daily drudge
Is the answer in a bet?
The lotto or the pools?
Us middle people-we are such fools.
We fritter away our lives
So busy earning a living
Life just passes by
The injustice of it all
Makes me want to cry
There is no time, every day’s a rush.
Dash to the station, to jump on a train
And stand like sardines in a crush.
Take it from me, it’s nothing but pain