My Poem “Survivors”

I feel like I have been torn to pieces
and put back together again...
I feel like I have loved so hard, for so long,
but now I am convinced that
all the love that I once felt is gone.

I have always been a dreamer
and an unwavering optimist;
but now I see only one path before me:
the same one as that of the sun,
and one day, too, I will have shined my last,
and I will finally be free of all pain.

I have felt many connections over my life,
but almost all of the people
with whom I have shared so much
have long since gone their own way
and anything once felt has been lost.

This is what happens,
this is what has happened,
this is what I never anticipated,
this is what I never could have predicted;
but as times change
so too are people remade -
especially when they find themselves
at a crossroads, scarred by life,
and not willing to repeat the same cycle
that they have been struggling to live through
over and over, seemingly without end.

What should we do,
What would we do,
What can we do to feel something,
anything, like we once felt before?

But there is no way back.
There is no way to start anew.
There is no way to know what
would have happened if different
choices had been made -
especially when each and every day
feels simultaneously like the first and the last.

There is no way other than to
reach for tomorrow,
and hope that what we find
will once again remind us of
where we came from
and why we are still alive.

There is always a way forward,
even after something akin to
the "End of the World" -
but, if you want to give the version
of you
who rises out of the ashes of what came before
something that they will keep with them
in the new world of the future that awaits them,
you could do no better
than to gift a thought of hope
and a promise that everything
will be OK as long as they
choose to embrace, and do not fear,
the burden that is sometimes felt
by those of us who would
class ourselves as survivors.

My Poem “Walk On Water”

Today, pretty much everybody
here in the UK, is literally
having to “walk on water”…
let’s just say that the weather
could be a lot better than it is
and if you are “caught short”,
and you are not at least
carrying an umbrella,
then it goes without saying
that you are going to have to
either stay undercover
for as long as you can,
or, if you do need to go somewhere
in particular, you may have to
go “hell for leather” and run
as fast as you can –
as if you were some kind of
soaking-wet cheetah.

We here in the UK could talk adnorsism
about our eccentric and ever-changing
weather – in fact it is favourite
subject of small-talk…
we here in the UK can see
both the beauty of a summer’s day
as well as, on occasion, the water-droplets of a rain storm –
however, most stiff-upper-lip British
people would much rather observe
rain falling while looking out of the window,
perhaps from the comfort of their own homes,
instead of having to walk out of their front-door
and immediately have to find their footing,
while trying to keep calm, carry on,
and simultaneously having to
follow the example of the Messiah
and walk on water.

My Poem “The World keeps going”

Heading down the highway,
as a black and yellow Ford Mustang flies past me,
as a blue and white airplane flies overhead
and comes into a landing at a nearby airport,
as the early morning sky glows bright blue,
and as the early morning sun breaks through,
shines its light, and creates places
that glow and are warm, and also places
that are colder because they are cast in shadow…
There is such a hive of activity for such an early hour…
There is such a palpable momentum
in so many people’s actions…
There are so many examples to be seen
of people repeating the same cycle…
There are so many examples of people
acting without having to think…
There are so many early birds out and about…
There are so many people with a job to do…
There are so many people driven by a purpose…
There are so many people driven by a thirst…
There are so many people
compelled by the same energy
that drives everybody on Earth…
There are so many people with a gift…
There are so many people with a curse…
There are so many people with intentions,
plans, ideas, who embody
the same creative aspirations
as I believe God had when he created the universe…
The day has only just begun –
but already the travellers are already traveling,
the homeless living on the streets are already begging,
the shoppers are already shopping,
the readers are already reading,
the writers are already writing,
the actors are already acting,
parents are already looking after there children,
friends are already sharing their time with one another,
and the world is already doing
what the world does best, no matter the snow,
no matter the cold – like Groundhog Day:
the world keeps going.