Category: Life Poems

A tiny hook seems to tug at my gut
While I tap and I zap and can’t stay put
I’d like to take a big deep breath
I want to close my eyes and rest
This worm of anxiety threads through my thoughts
And I know now that this night will not be short
I talk to myself, ’it will all be alright’
And, ‘you can sleep on another night’


By the stale blue light of my mobile screen
A periscope on the world from a submarine
Lost in the deep blues of ‘what if’ anxieties
‘Imagining the worst’ of many varieties 
Sinking, I will toss myself a life line 
A glance at the window glint of moonshine
To remind me of the solid reassuring shape
Of the familiar neighborhood landscape


My interior monologue doesn’t fool me.
It’s the same old witless repartee 
Insomnia plays hide and seek and wins
While ‘may never’ happens make my head spin
Stop  this whirling pondering I should
So this positive self talk had better be good!

As soft as a cloud, as hard as a stone

Your heart is a place, that I call home
As quiet as a feather falling to the ground

As loud as my cry when you’re not around
My love will fill up all manner of space

All matter all molecule, all over the place
In every crevice

A river of gold

This fountain of solace

Will never run cold
So travel afar

And the further you roam

These invisible ties
will beckon you home. 

I awake and try to pin this memory down with a sigh.

As some would pin and mount, a butterfly.

 Its bright wings stuck flat to the page,

At least, leaving a trace but destined to fade. 
As memories flit in and out of my half awake mind, 

At this part of my life where maturing,

I find, A growing awareness of time as it passes.

Nostalgic home movies come to me in flashes. 
In private screenings only for me, 

At the edge of my mind just half consciously, 

The loved ones gone but not lost, Play out their scenes of the past. 
What do they try to tell me, Waking me so from my sleep? 

Only to catch each moment as it drips, Heavily, like syrup, 

And savour its flavour on my lips. 
Not to struggle, panting, Through the passing tides of time, 

But to luxuriate in its warm waters, And peace, I will find. 
Press pause, breathe, observe, rewind.

Slow down, open the window, Look out at the view below.

 It’s all too beautiful to miss, For an important that, or an essential this. 
My memories are crowding around me to say, 

Live fully each instant of this new day. 

Fifty
Feels like the start of something new 
Feels pretty nifty

Fifty 
It’s  good to be here now with you 

Fifty 
Could go in for a little face lifty 
Maybe before I’m fifty two 

Fifty
Feels like I really grew 

Fifty 
It’s half a century of me and you 

Fifty 
Could be mutton dressed as lamb 
But I’m happy as I am 
Could be starting a decline 
But I’m feeling rather fine 
That could be cos of all the wine 

Fifty years of laughs and tears 
Fifty years of hopes and fears 
Fifty years of strange ideas 

Brought me up to now, to hear 

And with that i will say cheers!

 Slow down the moment, breathe it in
 See the floating filaments 
 of microscopic things.
 Taste on your lips the salt on the wind.
 Hear every sound, feel everything.

 And in the case you hit record, 
 These fleeting memories can be stored.
 How many moments passed me by in a flash?
 And what was more important, 
 than to make them last?

 But needy, greedy time absorbs you 
 in  your prime
 As a hungry hurricane, 
 destroys the hourglass,
 grain by grain,
 Flattening the days in its wake.

 Yes, time cannot be faked.
 Only, to be present in each second,
 Is a force with which it will reckon.