My Book of Poems, part one

 

 

Are you normal?

Do you want to be

A faceless person in a heaving sea

With no aims, ambitions, dreams or goals

Just happily plodding along that road?

Are you slowly dying?

Don’t you feel the magic of each new day

The sounds of laughter as children play

The warmth of the sun on your back, so good

The song of birds, the smell of wood?

Are you passing time?

Don’t you wonder at the sky, so blue?

The start and end so vague to you

I hear you say, ‘I am happy still’

So too is an ant that has no will

Wake up, wake up

It’s not too late

There still is time to change your fate

Renounce the ‘normal’, do something MAD

Shock them all create a fad

Be yourself, alive with goals

With dreams and wonders still untold

Exult this life in your own distinctive way

It’s yours alone; you must have your say

Lest you slip into oblivion (without a trace).

Eyes a Popping

Today I went
Christmas shopping
Eyes a popping
(So much to see)

All around me
Things to buy
This is now my
Time to live

I make a purchase
Then another
It’s no wonder
I am so confused

Lights a' sparkle
Christmas glory
Festive story
All around

Each queue I join
More souls to greet
To chat and meet
To share the time

When shopping's over
It’s time to ponder
The meaning of
This Christmas day

The Christ boy-child
Came here to earth
(Of virgin birth)
For peace and joy

So do remember
This here story
(Don’t be sorry)
Share your luck
With those In need

Originally Intended for publication on April 1st.

I just I heard that the earth is flat,

That all these years it’s been like a mat,

That you hardly see or notice there,

Until you are told the earth is square.

If it is square then I am sure,

What I have learnt was oh so flawed.

But perhaps it’s all a dream of sorts,

And when I awake all will be as before.

And if it’s not then I must learn,

Not to walk too far, lest I fall off the edge.

Elusive Dreams?

We all have our dreams,

Our ultimate goals,

How things just might be,

If we were so bold,

To follow our dreams,

And follow our hearts,

Despite the extremes,

We face at the start.

It can be achieved,

Of this I am sure,

With spirit thus freed,

Abundance in store.

The conclusion will see,

That I was so right,

Once sacrifice made,

The future is bright.

Old Friends Revisited

Snowdrops,

White drops,

Teardrops,

Jewels.

First friend,

Winter’s end,

Sadness end,

Treasures.

Joyful sight,

End of night,

Hail the light,

Eternal friends.

How To?

The shortest day,

All is affray.

The darkest night,

So full of fright.

The hush of death,

So short of breath.

It’s all around,

The only sound.

To escape the rot,

Have I forgot how to live?

Smelly dogs or smelly hogs?

All for us or us for them?

Are we right or lacking in sight?

Do we need to scrutinise them?

I’m NOT Mad!!!

I’m not mad; mad, mad mad,

I’m not mad - not me!

I'm not mad, mad mad, mad,

Mad, mad, mad, oh hee.

I AM NOT MAD!

(We'll not so much that anyone will notice, will they?)

And on that mad note I'll say goodbye from this, the first selection from ''My Book of Poems'…

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© Gerrard T Wilson 2008