A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Thursday, 30 August 2012
Here I am
Here I am and here I sit
with cupcake and a cup of tea.
I always come here for a bit
of calmness and serenity.
The modern world is busy and
it's days are filled with work for me
but every day I have time planned
for calmness and serenity.
It's just a little corner that
so far I've kept in secrecy.
A place where I can be found sat
in calmness and serenity.
This office block has many rooms
with few from noise and commerce free.
I share my room with mops and brooms
and calmness and serenity.
I see you
I see ten billion miles tonight
through darkling sky and velvet space
I see ten thousand stars, whose light
is dim beside your precious face.
In daylight I can't see as far
as nitrogen turns sunlight blue
But bright light from our nearest star
is outshone by the light of you.
Now in old age my eyesight fails
and aged brain cells clump and die
Though in the light your image fades
you blaze with light in my mind's eye.
Thursday, 23 August 2012
Fabulous
When you ask me how I am
I always answer 'Fabulous'
I'm such a happy man I'm
positively tintinabulous.
Though every path has puddles
I will deal with every soggy thing
as reasons for more cuddles
and that will cause my heart to sing.
Now into every life they say
a little summer rain must fall
I see that rain brings pretty flowers
and pretty flowers bless us all.
So if you try to bring me down
I'm sorry your attempt will fail
For I'm the perfect optimist
and 'gainst all blues I will prevail.
Where will you go?
You said to me Where will you go?
Where will you go when life is done?
I answered, I don't really know
what happens when my race is run,
show me the options I'll choose one.
But some will say I have no choice
God will decide if I lived well
and if I did my future's nice
if not eternity is hell.
Who knows? No-one's come back to tell.
So how about another chance
reincarnated once again.
A good life will karma enhance
A bad life will your karma maim,
but who will referee this game?
I feel that when this earthly play
is done, all that was "I" will flee.
So I can only hope and pray
in someone's mind the bit that's me
remains a happy memory,
Saturday, 18 August 2012
I will miss you
My job is moving me away
The worst event that could befall
A thousand miles, to my dismay
and I will miss you most of all.
The atmosphere is different
My desk is not as I recall
My office mates are all absent
and I will miss you most of all.
But life is change and life is short
and though I miss you most of all
I am delighted by the thought
we can connect with a phone call.
Tis better to have loved
'Tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
These are the words of Tennyson
and to my broken heart they call.
For lost is what you are to me
and all my life's ambitions pall
as dust to dust is spoken o'er
and winter's night begins to fall.
But after winter comes a spring
and sun returns day after day.
The sap will rise and birds will sing
no matter what I do or say.
And as the days and weeks and years
go by, my memory will say
"We had good times", and soon the tears
will wash the misery away.
My life must come to its own end
some day, the curtain has to fall.
The river Jordan must be crossed
and verdict giv'n in judgement hall.
No matter how the dice are tossed
I'll take what comes and then recall
Tis better to have loved and lost
than never to have loved at all.
Together
They're holding hands as they walk along
Like love's young dream from a silly song
Their eyesight's weak but their love is strong
And they've had sixty years together.
They walked and wooed and wedded fast
Their friends all said it couldn't last
But they've proved them wrong as lifetimes passed
And they've had sixty years together.
They walk their path upon this earth
form parent's death to children's birth.
They cry their sorrow and laugh their mirth
And they've had sixty years together.
She walks alone on silver sand
He went ahead to the promised land.
Still in her heart he holds her hand
as they had sixty years together.
Holding hands for sixty years
Sharing joys and sharing tears
Memories for souvenirs
of sixty years together
Thursday, 16 August 2012
Zombie 'Pocalypse
Dear Sir, I take my pen and ink in hand
to write a note to you of targets missed.
Of cunning schedules made and routes you planned,
that I discovered left me off the list.
I stayed at home all Friday afternoon.
I waited in my room 'til half past six.
But no deliv'ry came to me and soon
the fear of death will my poor heart transfix.
For sunny days do leave me un-alarmed,
but come the night, fear has me in it's grips.
As you have left me standing quite unarmed
against a vampire zombie 'pocalypse.
I sign this letter sadly, as implied,
with "Yours Sincerely, clearly zombified."
Economics
It's a question of economics
that really isn't funny.
Why is there so much month left,
When I've used up all my money?
Sunday, 5 August 2012
Thunder and Coffee
The sky is all lit up with lightning.
The air is all thunder and frightening.
Drowned rat families rush in off the street
searching for sanctuary and a nice dry seat.
The rain comes down hard, hits the street, bounces high,
falls again, fills the gutters and rushes on by.
Fills the drains, floods the streets and the squares of the town.
No-one's going out until it settles down.
A black coffee for dad and a Latté for mum,
Frappuccinos for kiddies, and cookies all round.
Starbucks is busy and a good place to hide
while all natures fireworks are going off outside.
The rain stops falling and the sun starts to shine.
The clouds fade away and the air tastes like wine.
The pavements are steaming and drying out fast
and families can finish their shopping at last..
Saturday, 4 August 2012
Two Hours at a coffee shop table
Ten
A child with blue eyes and blonde curly hairDaddy is counting her toes once again
Sat in her buggy she hasn't a care
always a surprise when the answer is ten
Pink
Blonde hair and ponytail, cats on her shoes
Pink glasses peeping out under her fringe.
Sticking her tongue out at her older brother
Her entire life has a sugar pink tinge.
Continuum
Sat in the chair with a coffee and crossword
Vacant expression upon wise old face.
Waiting while women do shopping and chatting.
Nine letter word meaning 'All time and space'
Ladies
Taking small bites out of their lemon cheesecakes
the ladies who lunch in their usual seats.
Taking small sips making small conversation.
Usual coffees and usual treats.
Equal
All men are equal in the eyes of the law
which ignores one pertinent fact.
That everyone's different, not equal at all
the odds are not equally stacked.
If you're clever or pretty then you will succeed
If you're bestest at something you'll win.
Whether poet or pugilist, flower or weed
real life is the contest you're in.
But winning or losing's no absolute state
it depends on your own point of view.
And if losing three nil is your natural fate,
getting one past the keeper will do.
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