Poem: Moving On

Photo by Ahmed Hasan on Unsplash

The fish swims around the tank

watching the comings and goings,

what a mundane day?

Was that someone talking to themself?

Someone gossiping behind someone’s back?

Moving on,

oh there there,

don’t cry,

it will all be alright,

swimmingly it may go even.

Moving on,

was that an affair?

Was that a murder?

All the things the fish seen from their fish tank

would make them the perfect witness,

is that the cops?

Over here,

I want to give my statement

the little fish thinks

and sighs as their bowl is lifted to be brought away

moving on even

to the house of a friend of their now deceased owner,

the life of a fish,

always stuck in this fish bowl,

when do I get a chance at the action?,

the little fish thinks

before sighing once more

and moving on.


Poem: The Morning Shave

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The morning shave,

oh it is so glorious,

setting me up for the day,

followed up by the face wash

and the moisturiser,

suddenly I’m feeling refreshed,

maybe even hot,

though so much of it may be in my head

I feel good,

the morning shave,

setting me up to go,

all revived,

all energised,

feeling fabulous darling

even though I had no hair to shave,

such a minor detail like.

Poem: Pledge

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I pledge to be there for you,

to back you,

to believe in you,

to protect you

but also let you free,

to look out for you,

to worry

but to not suffocate you,

to not second-guess you

and to put confidence into you each day,

I pledge all of this through good and bad times,

through the ups and the downs,

in sickness and in health

till death won’t do us part.

Poem: The Birds In My Garden

Photo by Fábio Varotti on Unsplash

There is nothing more relaxing,

more peaceful

than watching the birds in my garden eat and drink,

munch away,


go about getting their feed,

getting their nutrition,

they are such beautiful creatures

and to be part of their day is a gift,

I love being a part of their day,

watch their minimalist peace

and joy at the simple things,

to be a part of their day and see their strength

to survive,

they are absolute cuties,

deeply interesting

and so like us

but so not like us

and I adore them for all of it.

Poem: You Deserve It All

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You are special

and you have so much going for you,

the things you are feeling will pass,

they do though you won’t believe me,

they do and you will be glad someday,

I need you to fight through

because you deserve joy,



you deserve it all

even though you might not think that now,







life ain’t going to be perfect

but it’s going to be good

and you won’t regret staying.

Poem: Rainy Puddles

Photo by Josh Calabrese on Unsplash

The rain splashes,

can remind one of tears,

tears shed,

tears suppressed,

tears alone,

tears with comfort,

tears of fear,

the puddle splashes,

can remind one of joy,

seaside holidays,

hanging out by the lake,

the days your dog washed in the river,

fun times with energy,

how as a small child you jumped in the puddles,

of not being afraid but excited instead.

Poem: Super Fine

Photo by Kolby Milton on Unsplash

My heart skips with joy,

my body is light and free,

my head has no pain,


Because I’m starting to do things

which make me feel that way,

it’s a beginning,

not a finalizing

but I like it,

I like how it feels,

I want to continue with how it feels,

oh super super,

how fine life can be

and by fine I mean super fine,

not just fine.

Poem: Full Moon

Photo by Ganapathy Kumar on Unsplash


so bright,

big and shining

against the black canvas of the sky,

giving light to those below,

appearing to follow where they go,

like some protective force




dots of little stars around it

keeping it company,

helping it perform its mission,

together they don’t seem alone and lonely,

full moon,

lighting the way,

twinkling brighter than any streetlamp

and probably knowing it too,

beautiful and stunning full moon

in all your glittering glory,

full of vitality and mystery,

so far

yet so near,

we all feel we have met you

though of course we have not.

Poem: My Course

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Calming the canals of the mind,

restoring a gentle power to them,

an electricity which meanders softly along

and gushes forth when need be,

through the past,

through the present,

onwards to the future,

drop by drop,

moment by moment,

a time for calm,

a time for action,

a time to mix and match,

a time for each reaction,

letting my chapters happen

with freedom and a gentle push,

all the angles continuing me on my course.

Poem: Out At Sea

Photo by Pawel Nolbert on Unsplash

Keep the chapters flowing,

set the scene,

plan ahead

but not too far ahead,

planning too much can be rather boring,

have the concept,

the synopsis

but not the ending

or even most of it,

I guess life is like a book in certain ways

but less structured,

a little planning,

a little structure,

a little thinking

but much better just doing

and not overthinking

and yes I have been guilty of that

and probably will be again

but my confidence is starting to soar,

little by little,

I don’t know whether to be frightened or excited about it,

I used to more often choose the fear

but now I’m starting to more let the excitement win,

let it sweep me off on waves,

sure why not?

I think I used to be scared if I spoke up too much

or I let myself out too much

I would be left at sea in the realm of life

without a raft,

no sight of an island or beach

and not much confidence in a rescue

by myself,

no one around,

flapping in the water like a nervy duck

but lately that exhilarates me a little more,

I’m getting madder as I am getting old,

properly starting to flip,

the duck is swimming with confidence and defiance

and I kind of like it,

will I last the pace?

I don’t know

but that is kind of the point,

it’s better than staying out of the water either way

and for better or worse it seems I’m going for it.