He came to suckle at nature’s teat,
a moment of respite,
amongst the pines his mind’s retreat,
would be his harried world’s defeat,
a noble notion, quite.
There sat he crossed-legged and darkened eyes,
with motive not quite true,
his mind’s retreat dealt swift by buzzing flies,
alone upon her breast he cries,
and Mother Nature knew.
This is a spam-poem. Each line is the subject from a spam email I received this month.
Hello, my gentle sun, let’s talk.
hi sweety! Remeber me?
Summer End, Pharmacy Sale?
Sunshine, I miss you!
You do not call, you do not write, I do not know what to think!
Come to me I’m waiting!
Final notification to you.
Cast not your eyes to the ground,
Look to the skies though clouds abound,
There will be brighter days.
As your sun shall rise your moon shall crown,
Look to the skies through darkened gown,
There will be stars ablaze.
When life’s ties have you tightly bound,
Look to the skies there faith is found,
There will be brighter days.
i dreamed a dream
of pure white,
a room without walls
constructed of light.
an absolute silence
the only sound,
moved by the stillness
so deeply profound.
emptied of all
inspiration came,
from the end of time
it whispered my name.
a subtle invitation
to let go and fall,
into the white
and become one with it all.
but i knew if I fell
to this boundless unknown,
that i would not awaken
in my bed, in my home.
that moment’s hesitation
was all that was needed,
for the white to fade
and the dream receded.
in it’s place stood regret
for what might have been,
to have known the unknowable
in the whitest of dreams.
i hope when i’m ready
and the timing is right,
i’ll dream again
and pass into the white.
it’s a beautiful metaphor
for what is now
for why to live,
and how.
true love flows without condition
true love imposes no constraint
true love seeks not permission
true love makes no complaint
true love always tries again
true love keeps no time
true love ignores the will of men
true love is divine.
it’s a lonely road
that i must tread
with courage
i’ll tread it well.
tho signs along the way forebode
the ending that i dread
with courage
i’ll not dwell.
this cross to bear, this heavy load
shall turn to joy instead
with courage
my heart will swell.
i’ll pay the sum of all debts owed
and heal all wounds that bled
with courage
i’ll bid this world farewell.
when to the next my spirit flows
and they pronounce me dead
with courage
listen for the bell.
in it’s knell a question posed
did we follow faith when led?
with courage friends
i’ll see you not, in hell.
If you deeply feel the need to
there are words that God will read you
in your heart upon a scroll
entitled; “your best and highest goal”
a contract you agreed to.
Listen, and let them lead you
knowing they have freed you
to shine within your soul
if you deeply feel.
If you follow, as a seed grew
then like the flower, you may proceed to
fulfill your sacred role
and once again, be whole
remember; this only is indeed true
if you deeply feel.
breath be my guide
set my body apart
still my spirit
let soul fill my heart
return to the sanctity
of a newborn child
no thoughts to hold
no memories filed
timeless and formless
forget to remember
there’s no resistance
pure surrender.
together we light a candle
blessed in His name
in the quiet darkness it shines
upon the remains
of a friend, a brother, a lover
and simply ‘a good bloke’.
the piano fades to the empty stage
leaving the light of a solitary flame
in the quiet darkness it shines
upon the remains
of a heart that broke.
my wife keeps buying shoes and stuff
and i’ve got no money for beer
i’ve no shirt left, i’m in the buff
saying “you look lovely dear”
i’ve lost all my self respect
cos i’ve got no money for beer
stand by me and you’ll detect
the pathetic smell of fear
marriage was my one big mistake in life
now i’ve got no money for beer
this broken man won’t confront the wife
and i think the end is near
so send me a case of rat bitter ale
or i might not see out the year
in desperation i write this tale
cos i’ve got no money for beer.
*this is an entry in “The Rat Rhyme” poem competition