http://wepoetsshowit.com/2013/12/29/january-poetry-contest/ New Year’s Resolutions with humour
I’m packing in the fags.
No, I’m not.
Well, maybe the drink if I’m wise.
But I don’t take that much
So there’s not really much point,
Oh, I know, I could stop telling lies…..
But I never do that…..
Resolutions just suck.
I can’t see the point of the plan
When everything I like
Is there all year round
To be stopped or started. Oh man!
Who started this stuff?
Whose bright idea?
To make us all feel like a failure
If plans that are made
Are quickly dismayed
Don’t bother. I’ll be your saviour.
Forget what you planned,
Don’t write it down,
Disclose them to no one around.
Make deals with nobody,
Not even yourself.
They’ll never get off the ground.
I laugh when someone
Tells me what they have done,
What their intentions are for New Year.
Not cruelty, you know,
But my expectations are low
When my cup is overflowing with good cheer.
There are twelve in the year,
I party because it’s my birthday.
If I want to make changes,
I’ll make them in Spring
When new life makes me feel that’s the way.
Does anyone know anyone
Who sticks to these things?
I don’t, not kidding, it’s true.
I’m making none. Not one
Then I won’t fail. What about you?
In purer love
Whisper in the night,
Daylight hours cannot
Contain what’s right.
A few comments back and forth with Richardankerswrites about forgetfulness and who we are and I was mulling over how we change and if we even know ourselves any more. Just a few thoughts.
I don’t know
What you want me
I can only be me.
Is that no longer
It never was,
And desire turns
Who am I?
A dream seeker.
I dreamt of you last night and again this morning
In slumber’s sleep and early waking hours,
I lay with you in darkness through till dawning
And pondered love as deeply held as ours.
My dreams are full of wonder at all loving
How gifted we may be when it enfolds.
I treasure them, eyes closed, then on opening
And expose heart to all my love beholds.
There’s magic in my dreams of love unfolding
And passion in my soul for who you are.
I whisper into ether, song rejoicing
You lead me, fill me, guide me, northern star.
Should dreams enhance all hours alert and watching,
Perfecting every moment to arouse
Splendour in the passion we are holding,
Eyes open always, never more to drowse.
Should life supplant all hopes of dreamers’ weaving
And build a barrier to all our plans,
I’ll close my eyes forever, hold fast to my perceiving
Of who we are in dreams, simply woman and one man.
In life we walk a path so often treading,
In dreams’ inertia fantasies unfold,
Collide in dreams, inhibitions shedding.
Come my love, in dreams, let’s both be bold.
Meet me in my dreams till eternity is ending,
In heavens purest realm I’ll find you, by and by,
I’ll know your spirit’s call so sweetly yearning
For miracles of love within mind’s eye.