I don’t do it for you
I do it for me
For the feelings it stirs
Deep down inside
The fuzziness that make me feel good
About the things I do
A kindness shared
When no one expected it
And maybe no one else cared
Nice to be nice
I don’t do it for you I do it for me For the feelings it stirs Deep down inside The fuzziness that make me feel good About the things I do A kindness shared When no one expected it And maybe no one else cared
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Lockdown
Day after day Always the same Get up in the morning with no particular aim As what to do or even what can be done Maybe I’ll cut the grass with a knife Or dig up the garden and bury the wife How about singing at the top of my voice I could hang out the window maybe that would be nice I’m fed up with reading and going on quests There’s only so many adventures one can do in a vest No brushes or paint so cannot do art The shops are off limit so I can’t even start I could always write if my muse wants to play But knowing my luck she’ll have buggered off for the day I go to bed At the end when darkness comes To wake in the morning if luck is my friend To do the whole boring thing all over again Poem based on the childrens song - There's a Hole in my Bucket'.
About a conversation between a boy and girl about a leaky bucket. This is about a conversation between a person and a collie dog about her favourite toy. Tiger There’s a hole in your tiger, dear Maizi … dear Maizi There’s a hole in your tiger, dear Maizi, a hole Well fix it dear Mummy, dear Mummy … dear mummy Well fix it dear mummy, dear mummy, fix it With what should I fix it dear Maizi … dear Maizi With what should I fix it dear Maizi, with what? With thread dear Mummy, dear Mummy, dear mummy With thread dear Mummy, dear Mummy … sew it It’s finished dear Maizi, dear Maizi … dear Maizi Your tiger’s all mended dear Maizi … it’s done Let me have it, dear mummy, dear mummy … dear mummy So, I can rip it to pieces … just for fun Be the one …
Leave things Better when you go Than when you arrived Heal hurts Cuddles, kisses and friendship Reach out to the lonely Touch lives with kindness Little gestures Make people smile Keep this world worth being in Fighting Back
Mother Nature is fighting back Volcanic activity In places silent for hundreds of years More earthquakes than previously recorded Magma intrusions underground Rocks fragmenting Ash clouds Lava flows As the earth re-awakens Twists in my Imagination
My mind doesn’t work right It’s got an agenda that’s unique Written words confuse it Causing mysteries to sneak Into my everyday life Which my brain finds hard to take Interpretation all too often Spawn an unwanted mistake A Mental Health authority notice To keep family safe and well Was instant perceived As to keeping them in hell A friend posted an update Taken the plunge and shaved my head Naturally I read it wrong And thought he’d unwittingly shared his bed I try to be more careful To not read in too much of a rush But my warped mind has other ideas Too often making me blush CRACKED SILENCE
The world is silent Locked down I miss the laughter of children The barking of dogs on the beach Power glider motors skimming across the waves Wind surfers shouting as they scale the heights Dune buggies Garden parties in the sunshine Barbeques on the sands The echoes of normality The wind still howls Rain still lashes on the windows The air is cleaner Birds still sing and nature thrives In this cracked silence of our lives GLOOMY WEATHER
I never thought There would come the day When I would wish the sun away Holiday times Cold and clouded in rain Beaches empty and the parks the same Night-time
Voices are strongest at night They never come in the day I think they’re scared of sunshine And don’t know what to say The shadows are the loudest Shouting in my head Swirling all around me Flitting across my bed A monster lurks in the darkness Chattering like a mouse I’m not sure why it’s here Or why it’s in my house I know that they stay here Even when I sleep But come each and every morning They never make a peep This might be just imagination Playing tricks within a tired brain But I like the night-time visitors And hope they’ll come again TEENAGE YEARS
The youth of every generation are golden Invincible Hold all the answers They do not need to be told what to do And rebel if anyone tries They have all the solutions Scorn previous generations Typical of all youth They know best And will not be taught any different The youth of each era lives for today Blaming those from the past Those they consider have slighted the planet They now own Always looking for somewhere else to lay the blame They protest their innocence They do not listen until it is too late And then … it becomes their turn to be held responsible By the new generation they have created |
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