Darkness of the Mind

This is a new poem which i have written about the subconscious workings of the mind. The dark side of the mind where thoughts we would rather not think about seem to rest.

The dark caverns of the mind

Where evil and deceit combine

Jealous and envy bids it time

Anger doubles never divides

Tho hope and pride are inside

Hate and sorrow won't let them shine

To everyone all things look bright

But inside there is no bulb there is no light

If at first you don't succeed

This is a new poem which I have written about success. It is also about not settling for second best.

If at first you don't succeed, advice from me 

Is to rethink your needs, to see if this is for me

If you try a second time, and still don't seem to climb

Maybe it's just you are aiming too high,

Take notes from Icarus on how to flights

Aim for the stars and your sure to hit the moon

But you really wanna travel so far, and land so soon

You want to settle for second best

After all you have been through

If the answer is simply yes

Then by all means do you

I for one aim high, then higher

and refuse to settle for middle ground

So if and when I reach the sky

I wont let it slip and settle back down

Forbes Rich List...My Hit list

This is just a new poem which I have written after reading the Forbes Rich List and maybe getting a bit jealous. No ill intentions are intended just...What If?

If I had to pick a pocket or two

Id just pick Bill Gates and leave you

Donald Trump's Tower towering above

Sell a bathrobe from each, see if I can get enough

I'm no thief, prefer to be called an opportunist to you

As I Slim the million's off Carlos Slim Helu

Looking for the millionaires just for a slice of joy

I'll even Anna Nicole Smith, and be a toy boy

I got plans, Get in, Get all the money ill gut ya

Take Mittal's metal to make my money structure 

I want it all I cant get enough of it

So to plan my next move I've hired Warren Buffett

She Is

This is a new poem I have written about a wanting a woman and describing her beauty.

Her eyes seem to glow

Delivering a piecing sudden blow

Her skin as soft velt

A touch makes every pour melt

I sweat just thinking of her

Name brings up so much because her

Body fit for paintings

She is not yet mine but I am waiting

Facebook

This is a new poem, I have written about Facebook. The longer I use Facebook, the more I see people expose their whole life expecting people to care about the ins and outs... which I really don't care about.

If I was to have my facebook login

Stolen or somehow forgotten 

I really wouldn't care 

If somehow say my FarmVille crops

Got burnt, trampled or just lost

I really wouldn't care

If your facebook status was updated

And i hadn't clue, of your lunch, your troubles or your mood

I really really wouldn't care

Now I may sound grumpy and over the top

But do you think I'm interested in the life u've got

Because I really do not care

 

Earth Day

This is a new poem which I have written for Earth Day, describing the destruction and pollution by humans.

The sun is shining, the oceans crash

Nature was fine, until we filled it with trash

Rainforest's where the critters dwell

Until we cut it all down and placed them in cells

Zoos we call it but its more a prison

Tho they do preserve what we have driven to extinction

Natures enemy really should be man

We have cut and burned her and desecrated her land

Natures power

This is a new poem written going through the confusing theme of nature and the world.

A sky of blue, clouds of white

I fly through, without taking flight

An ocean so deep, waves smashing by

I wet my feet but my toes stay dry

Natures gift, the wind swirling round

A world wide trip, with feet firmly on the ground

The genius of the brain, has nothing to prove

I'm completely sane but every ones says I'm confused

Cold and Alone

This is just a short poem I have written about the plights of the homeless. Although parallels could be drawn to the way a lot of people live their life closed off alone to the world. After rereading i actually added the last verse i was going to leave it at two and have him die in the end though i thought the connection with everyone, I had to add to it.

He now hears the chimes, he counts down the clock

Now is the times, where people refuse to stop

Walk past, walk fast, no one's hear to help

A crying man, a dieing man, is loosing his health

Cold, alone, faced with life on the streets

Matches and blankets his only source of heat

A man left to rot, frozen and wasted in the cold

Now sleep my man sleep, and awaken no more

You may think of the homeless, as did I once to

But a second look and it could mean me or you

Do some of us not shut ourselves off, live within our own

A house is a house, until we open the doors, then it is a home

A Wandering Heart

A new poem I written about love and life, and loosing in both.

A wandering heart

Searching the depths and breaths

Scared from the past

Hurting from bets turns to debts

I took a chance

Gave her my heart

She took me apart

I tried to fix it, but u can see the scars

I still roll the lovers dice

Looking for sixes, if i can

Now don't tell me luck gone twice

Cus I'm not ready to show my hand

Thank you Spring

Here is just a new poem i added because of the great day and well weekend we have been having. It's not really about a day in Spring which i mite write about, just being thankful for the beautiful day. Just so you know the can't fly is a reference to the ash in the sky around this time which has grounded flights in the U.K. and around Europe.

A bright blue sky

The sun shining High

A cooling breeze

Pierces right through to me

Shorts and T's

Is the uniform for me

Suddenly its all got hot

Girls in skirts and low cut tops

Glorious days and hot nights

Who needs Spain seeing as we cant fly

No clouds everything is clear

Every one's out Spring is here

Wedding Guest

This is a new wedding poem about just the happy times of witnessing a wedding. You see I'm not all dark and gloom I'm trying to broaden my horizons.

A day to cherish,
A day just for you
I'm glad we can share it
Rejoice in the happy news

A day of bliss
A night of fun
A day not to miss
Where two become one

A wedding day
The happy couple get to kiss
And I'm glad to say

I was there as a happy witness

Until the Clock only Ticks

Just a short poem, where I thought I would try to use symbolism to talk about looming future. How we can not outrun the count down put on ones life.

The winding clock, ticking never stops
Our futures past, before we notice its presence
As I taught the class, without being present
And I believe the non believers view
But i share, there must be something greater due
As it draws close, the writing shall never stop
Until the winding clock, ticks but doesn't tock

My side of Heaven or Hell

This is a new poem which I try to contrast my light and dark side. My happiness, my drive, my joy, against my sadness, my sorrow, and my pain.

I got the Midas touch
The golden hello
An angel's luck
In heaven's Ghetto

I got the Devils Grin
Death's black cloak
Fallen angels burnt wings
In Hells chateau

Her Love Has Passed

Just a new poem I have written about caring for a woman and when she stops caring.

Broken shards of an open heart

Hurt and swollen, a rose is scarred

Petals fall, stem is trimmed

Next door, she's gone to him

Only her closest friend, is what she said

So she burnt my dough, and broke my bread

Hurt my soul, when she scared my head

Memories still whole, of where she tread

Until she left my path to walk his lane

Why do I feel heavier, missing the ball and chain

A lover passed, should be a lovers past

But it hurts how quick her love has past

My Unrequited Love

This is a new poem i have written about love or lust going one way. Seeing her wanting her trying to get her, but never actually getting her, well not as much as he wants to.


What do i not deserve your attention?
Does your heart not seek my affection?
Do you not need, the needs I require?
An unrequited love is fire
It burns deep down, within the soul
Wants, love, lust shouldn't be half full
Half a heart is just not whole
It should be us apart, but i cant let go
I try and try but my confidence is battered
I'll do it all, ill do anything but nothing matters
She takes my eyes but wont give it back
She stole my heart and turned it black
Though I'm still waiting for that sudden change
to say my name, to say i feel the same
then warm my heart, just by standing by her
an unrequited love is fire

Tired of a Life of Work

A new short poem I have written of an expression of just how I am feeling at the moment. It's quite a dark depressing poem but it is how I am feeling.

Feeling tired, drained and over worked

To the sky, praying when I'm hurt

What have I done, why is it me

Did I deserve this life to fall upon me

9-5 what a way to make a living

Times Ive tried, brakes on but I'm still driven

I want to break free, free from it all

Now what will it take for me, do i succeed or fall

What to be, to be free from it all

Do I need to bleed from my pours

Literally sweat blood to make it

Cus I need to get above the jealousy, the envy, the hatred

The Football World Cup

Two goals two teams
We got ninety minutes to achieve dreams
One hope for both, to win
Soccer, Football really the game of kings
Attackers, defenders, a team moves as one
World cup, where the few become one
Where the nation's pride flies, the pincile of the sport
England always reach high, but then come up short
Come on lads this our year to do it
As a nation hopes, Capello can steer our lads to it
Once in sixty six maybe 2010
But we destined just to go out...again

Public Transport

This is a new poem I have written about public transport. I wrote this because I had a terrible journey into work today.

Public Transport, I just hate
It gets me there, just always late
Trains buses always packed
Once the doors closed, your trapped
smelly hot and always jammed
delays delays were sorry for spoiling your plans
Off to work, traveling but i can barely move
Just another glorious rush hour here on the tube
London Transport forever trash
No trains on weekends, we need more cash
Less service more to pay
It's a downward spiral going the wrong way

What a Woman is

My poetry

A new, short, quick poem i wrote about the changing of a woman. How she can be one thing one minute and be something else completely the next.


Her warming touch
Her ice cold stare
She is too much
For me to bear

Her loving arms
Her hateful grin
Her devilish charms
That piece deep within

She is the sun
She is the moon
She glows for some
Just not for you

She is the light
She can bring the dark
She brightens my sight
But she darkens my heart

She is everything
She is nothing
She is something
But above all she is My Thing

Is It All Worth It

This is a new poem, looking at the dark side of my mind. It's not about anyone in particular, it's about myself and about everyone.

I got a creaking back

maybe arthritis in my hand

I got this feeling that

All this will lead to a miserable end

I got two lazy eyes

Both half closed

I've tried and tried

But I'm tired I'm feeling to let go

Will I return

Just all remember my face

Pay me dues I've earned

While I've been active in this place

My mind wonders in the dark

My emotions, my feelings, my heart

My soul, my dreams, my desires, its all you

I don't know why you did it, I just now know its all true

A small smile to my face

As I think of you frowning

but all that's replaced

as emotions flood back, suddenly I'm drowning

Here I am

This is just my new poem, which i have written describing how I think about all the things i want, my hopes my desires. However all I end up doing, is sitting around just thinking about them and not actually doing anything, to achieve those goals.


Here I am
Here I lay
Here I can
Plan my whole life away

Here I sit
Here I think
Here is all I give
To ride life's waves but always sink

Here's my hopes
Here's my dreams
Here I go
Wishing but achieving nothing

Here's my desires
Here's my wants
Here's what i require
But here is all I got

Here's what i want to get
Here's what i actually do
Here I've had enough of it
because all i do is think and never actually do

Damn you Cupid

Here is a new poem I have written about love, relationships and bloody cupid. It's about always being beaten by cupid to love, I hope you like my new poem.

Damn you cupid, always here first
ruin my reciting of, i like you lines, i forever rehearse
if you wasn't here, i may have my pick of the bunch
instead of the sideline, looking at what i could have won
stupid cupid, its harsh but i wish he was dead
beautiful girl oh no wait shes taken...cupids always one step ahead
ahh cupid why did you give her to him
why am i not worthy of the love that you bring
now a wonderful woman walking has moved just out of sight
i try to catch up as i see one of your arrows fly by
damn too late, who is the guy she has just met
why is she laughing, now no need to ask why I'm upset
who is this guy, why i ain't i him
ahh cupid hes at it again
standing here wishing, first u had met me
instead I'm hurt, watching what should have been, leave
cupid ill get you back, this i am sure you will see
ill wait for your arrow to miss and for it to rain down on me

This poem, I have submitted to a few sites

Writers Network http://www.writers-network.com/index.cgi?m=1&view=99576

Poetry Soup http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=215777

All Poetry http://allpoetry.com/poem/6310245

My Poetry http://www.mypoetry.net/Poetry/Poem.aspx?PoemId=5307

Your Poetry http://www.your-poetry.com/modules.php?name=News&file=article&sid=158695