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, 19 February 2015
Maslow's Hammer
If life's not the life that you wanted
and nothing works out like you planned
Then you are the one who must fix it
just choose from the tools close at hand
But be careful, your choice will affect how
you ultimately succeed or fail
For if all that you have is a hammer
then everything looks like a nail
Thursday, 5 February 2015
Snow
The sky is dull and darkening
The clouds hang heavy overhead
the temperature is falling fast
on roads the winter salt is spread
Then here it comes the first snowflake
All on its own windmilling round
To land and melt away at once
as if it never touched the ground
Then more and more follow the first
The world to icing sugar yields
And gradually the winter white
spreads over all the roads and fields
The snow falls even harder now
and all the land is quilted deep
No creature cares to interrupt
the woodland in its winter sleep
Until the sun pops up its head
and lucky children greet the day
To find their school is out of reach
and all the fields are dressed for play
Monday, 2 February 2015
I Remember
The first time I met you and how I was stricken
How your grace and beauty made my heartbeat quicken
Our first conversation, the smallest of small talk
The weather, the city, the ice on the sidewalk
Our first date together, a film and a burger
with both of us wond'ring if this would go further
The first time you said that you loved me, my heart burst
I said it too, but wished I had said it first
Our plans for our future as Mr and Mrs
Getting our apartment, moonlight hugs and kisses
Our September wedding, white dresses, black tail coats
Photos by the harbour, a background of sail boats
The December doctor, the trips to the clinic
Me playing the optimist while secretly cynic
and the fifteenth of Jan when you took to your bed
and that day a week later when I knew you were dead
The winter interment with snow on the ground
All the cars as they left without making a sound
Though my heart is broken I still have to say
that we lived a whole life in that year and a day
The light that burns twice as bright burns half as long
Your singing has stopped but the song still goes on
The mercy of time will let others forget
But I will remember the day that we met
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