In Passing

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She understood that ghosts who passed in hallways

Must haunt alone,

So with intent she went,

Gliding down long corridors so lonesome,

Shrilling to who’d listen of lives spent.

Misunderstood, by sound, she shrieked of lost loves,

Of winsome days

She thought would never end,

She banshee’d to the ears of any,

Bewailed the curse of death that none can mend.

On and on she floated length and breadth there,

Restricted by no walls,

She couldn’t see

That life went on around her while she wailed it.

Of other ghost departed? He was free.

Free to sit in lounge chair by a fire,

Warming toes long cold

But pleasured yet

In memories he mulled, eternal leisure,

Reliving with fresh relish, no regrets.

New residents abiding could not fathom

Chill in air, untranslated weeping,

While heat ensued from room where no logs burned,

Restive and relaxed, by turns, they reckoned

That house was haunted, but they learned

To stay among the ghosts, whose grim reminders,

Chilled and warmed

The lives that they still led,

Kept to loving chambers warmly favoured

Veered from vestigial, the more than six feet dead.

Alas, poor love, she never got the memo,

Rarely entered heated rooms

While still alive,

Someone should have saved her ‘ere her passing,

Some ghost or breathing entity of life.

If you meet this spectre in life passing

Be sure to point the way

To other rooms,

Some there are appointed of all life’s warmth,

Pass it on, in death as in life groomed.

No idea where this came from. Summer sunshine? I knew I would be back to rhyming before the day was out. Apparently, I can’t resist. Nor little stories in my mind as they pop in. Ah, well. Back to the sunshine. And life. 🙂

 

Sail With The Tide

Wake up to the morning with some hope upon your head,

No clouds on day to mar the view,

Soft pillow by your head,

A rushing calm, no winds on high to steer your ship astray,

Just soughing breeze and skies of blue,

A feather’d bed your day.

Let the ocean crash to shore, admiring motion, pull,

Waves are lapping where you lie,

Heart now growing full.

Tempests wreak their havoc on the greatest ships and small,

We set a course by sextant, stars

And rise before we fall.

Plot a course you want to go, a place you want to be,

A mindset mapped before you set

One foot on stormy sea.

Hoist your sails with travel advice ere you leave bedside,

Check direction, finger to air,

Set sail with the tide.

 

 

(No expert here on tall ships, no, nor sailing boats, nor cruise,

Just firm believer in sticking plaster

Before one sign of bruise.

Middle finger to the air helps too. 😛 )

 

Have a great day! ❤

 

 

Pluck And Fuck

There’s a weed grows wild in my garden,

I kill it but it still survives,

No poison or potion imagined

Can quell it, it lives though frequently dies.

It buries beneath to find nurture,

It spreads out, could take over the land,

But I prune it with shears every morning

Or else it would get out of hand.

It’s a bugger that haunted my growing,

Taunted whenever it could,

I bought all the pellets, I cropped it,

I did what I was told that I should

To stifle its errant persuasion

For no one can live while it feeds,

It sucks all the flavour from living,

It thrives as can only a weed.

I looked again, freshly, one morning,

I hated its sight in my eyes,

Recognised world and its worries

And my nature combined fuelled its lies.

I wept at the weed, strong despite me,

Forgave it its nature and face

But begged for the chance to grow flowers

In most of the wide-open space.

I became gardener to flowers,

To roses and riots of blooms,

I decreed weed was unwelcome,

I accept it but it gives me some room

To be all the me that I can be

For inside of the weed there’s a charm,

Understanding its nature, accepted,

I refused to be controlled or be harmed

By the power of depression that fixes

Into crevices, people and place,

I chose to be happy, I still do,

In spite of the weeds that I face.

Its not all a garden of roses,

It’s not all a wasteland of weeds,

I plant what I can, where I can,

How I can, and hope is the best of my seeds.

Now I see gardens where both grow,

Possession is nine-tenths the law,

I pluck them, I fuck all the stranglers,

Rose-tinted with a hopeful hacksaw.

 

I recognise that there are many types of depression and that not all can be addressed by a shift in perception. For me, it worked. It was either that or live on anti-depressants. The world depressed me and is still capable of doing so. I choose not to let it as best as I can. With hope and fight. And every tool at my disposal – sharpened.

 

Attitude

Kick some ass today, it’s fun!

Go on, try it, everyone.

Next time something gets your goat,

Grab its metaphoric throat,

Tell it, ‘No!’ Be loud and clear.

Show your mettle, have no fear.

Whip its butt for all your worth,

Be the boss of all your stuff.

Thoughts and feelings, they’re the worst,

Get control, their bubble burst.

Some folk too that won’t be named,

Face them up, let them be shamed.

Bullies, buggers, bums that need it

Kick their butts, just don’t concede.

Be your truth, yourself, with ease,

Knee to groin works too with these.

Masters of our destiny,

No thought control, a new release.

Up and at it, that’s the way!

Kick some butt, with love, today. 🙂

 

Inspired this early morning by John’s fab attitude in this poem here.

May Music, Day 21 – Anything Could Happen

Every song I like or love is because they speak to me in some way. It may only be because of the beat or the rhythm. Perhaps because of memories they evoke. It could be that the vocals or instruments are so rhapsodic that I’m in awe. Sometimes it’s  because of associations they hold with people and times. It could be because of the words.

I’ve already posted my favourite song because it is also from my favourite movie and that was a question for day Day 11.

The title of this song, Who Wants To Live Forever?’ draws me in every time I hear it like no other song does. The lyrics remind me to live and to love. Now.

“Who Wants To Live Forever”

There’s no time for us,
There’s no place for us,
What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us.

Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever…..?
There’s no chance for us,
It’s all decided for us,
This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us.

Who wants to live forever,
Who dares to love forever,
When love must die.

But touch my tears with your lips,
Touch my world with your fingertips,
And we can have forever,
And we can love forever,
Forever is our today,
Who wants to live forever,
Who wants to live forever,
Forever is our today,
Who waits forever anyway?

 

But, as I’ve already posted this song, Twindaddy’s request for today must be another. I’m going for my favourite of today. It’s on the current in car CD and has been played to and from work every day this week.

On the way home today, with the sun shining, the skies the most gorgeous pale blue and only light fluffy clouds around – not a single rain cloud in sight – the thought of a four day weekend after tomorrow’s shift, a breeze generated by the open windows and this music on, I felt so happy. I’ve had all the depression I ever care to experience.  Life is for capturing the happiness in each day. ‘Who waits forever anyway?’ ‘Anything Could Happen’.

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Ellie Goulding, ‘Anything Could Happen’.