steve1223 Poetry (718)

Here in the jungle
So green and wild
Through the trees we swing
Hanging from vines

There down below
Where the elephants rest
Monkeys are gathering
Can barely contain

Excitement is building
The call goes forth
Happy unbirthday to all

I find it such a worry
To have to work with numbers
Some they say you have to add
I suppose that’s not to bad

But then what happens to the ones
They say you must take away
Do they end up in cyber space
Sitting there so sad and lonely

Or is it by some fluke of being
They wink out of existence
Never more to be seen
A thought that I just cannot bear

Some they want you to multiply
Did they ask their permission
Would you like it if someone came
And doubled or tripled your family

There are others they treat even worse
They twist and bend and break them
Once they have finished doing that
They are only a fraction of former self

So now you know what worries me
This treatment soon must cease
Lest in the midst of night they arise
For they far outnumber us

I would like to write a person’s name
But to do that would be so unfair
For more than one are all the same
And to hurt someone I could not bear

One might write about going home
While another is quick to yell ‘reserve’
Now as I let my mind freely roam
I think of more this honour deserve

So sadly I say no name I can give
For daily my list is growing
So with hat in hand I beg forgive
And my gratitude I’ll be showing

Beneath this stone I reside
Lived a long life, then I died
Left behind a nagging wife
Caused me nothing but strife

R.I.P.
Robin Graves





Died and gone to heaven
Just before I turned eleven
Around me angels sing
Praises to the Mighty King
Spare tears, for me not weep
Heaven will my soul keep

R.I.P.
Azalia Snail

I crossed the bridge of sanity
I stood there, feeling invincible
At the crossroads, eternity one side
The other leading to liberty

Sympathy I had not asked for
Nor was I terrified at all
For I carried the sword of lost illusions
With it I could ignite lightning

As I peered through my telescope
I could see the ocean in the distance
And was wonderstruck by the vision
It seemed the sea was on fire

You could see the gleam in the sky
As if reflected by flawless mirrors
So bright that the sun was dulled
Hazy around the edges and losing clarity

How long I stood there I have no idea
I had to shake myself to awaken
My mind had somehow gone numb
It was intuitive that I chose straight on

While I still had illumination I camped
Sleeping beneath the starry sky
Trying to count the infinite stars
Seeing the dancing flame of my fire

In my sleep I could fantasize
About the thrill of being immortal
Although I knew it was delusional
And the feeling was evanescence

As I awoke I felt alive and serene
Even though I was faced by a strange man
Who appeared to be translucent
It mattered not, I felt totally fearless

I wondered if this was my muse
Sent here somehow to heal me
To ease the cyclone of spectrum
And finally give me closure

Speak not to me words of praise and glory
For I am but a humble servant and not worthy
The deeds I perform are not done by my hands
I am but an extension of my Master’s hands

I seek no honour, no glory, I do all for Him
Come to His light, let His light warm you
And then let His light from you shine forth
In all things always place Him before all

He is the one that is worthy of honour and glory
So give thanks onto Him, let Him guide your steps
Listen to Him, for He will always speak to you
For He loves you beyond all measure

If for one day an animal I could be
A snake you see, that’s the one for me

Behind you quietly I would sneak
From me you would not hear a squeak

Around you I would wrap, squeeze tight
I’d hug and hug you with all my might

You’d yell and cry, beg me to stop
Then I would slither down your top

Your belly button tickle, while going down
I would wipe away that silly frown

Then we’d laugh and roll around
Two new friends each other found

Far across this land I travel
In vain I search for one to love
Loudly I call yet no-one answers
Seems alone I’ll travel on

In the back of the class the boy sat
Trying to be as quiet as quiet can be
Too many times he’d been beaten up
For no reason that he could see

At lunch time he’d slink away
A safe refuge trying to find
Once again he’d be out of luck
The bullies would find him there

Such great sport to beat him up
While others watch and cheer
Even the teachers take their time
To stop what should not have started

Another day, more bruises added
Homeward shamefully slinking
One day, he swore, he’d stop it all
Or die in the attempt of trying

Through the corridors with gun in had
The body count is rising
Dead and dying scattered around
The wounded praying and crying

On he seeks, to exact revenge
No-one safe from vengeance
How sad it is that it came to this
Could have been easily prevented

Doom and gloom, sadness and depression settle around me like a heavy fog, squeezing the life out of me. Anything good is being forced out and ever more and more I feel like an empty toothpaste tube, nothing left inside.

So here I stand like an old derelict building, deserted by even the rats, waiting for the wrecker’s ball to forge it’s way through my walls. My life crashing around me, scattered pieces at my feet.

I can make out patterns, tell what some of these pieces had been and where they had fitted into my life. Too late, too late these pieces make sense.

As I watch, drops of rain disturb the dusty ground, forming rivulets. The realisation hits me, it is I causing this rain, it is the tears of my sorrow.

They said three days will be the end
At the very most might be a week
There’s nothing more that could be done
A last kiss at the setting of the sun

They sent him home, there to die
Amongst his friends and family
Forgot to tell him what everyone knew
Before weeks end he’d meet his maker

Instead of down, he’d perked right up
He’d sit in bed and stories telling
One week passed and he was fine
Then the second and even third one

How we treasured those days and nights
As we sat around his bed listening
He was a man close to ninety three
And in his life had seen many changes

In the fourth week things slowly changed
You could see Death at bed head standing
At two am on the fourteenth of July
Peacefully he moved up to Heaven

For a man who was born an only child
Your life deeply touched so many
Rest in peace, a well earned rest
There in Heaven with Angels

When I’m rich I will be happy
So many times I’ve heard that said
In the mansion on the hillside
Gazing out to the sea below

Driving round in my Ferrari
Dining on the finest of fare
People staring at me with eyes of envy
Then I’ll know I’ve got it made

Oh how sad a life so wasted
Stepping on your friends for gain
Care not about any others
Or inflicting untold pain

Come the time when life is ending
Still not enough is amassed
Maybe then you’ll come to realise
All of it was just a waste

Life is not a final destination
That you hurry to ultimately reach
Life is a journey slowly taken
Enjoy each day and what it brings