Happy New Year 2013

It’s been another year,

what do you know? I’ve survived!

Let’s let out a big hooray,
a cheer,
for all those days gone by.

It’s not ever easy to admit defeat,
and never quite simple to admit life is sweet.

It’s been another year,
what do you know? I’ve survived!
Let’s stand up and cheer,
for those days of my life!

It’s never quite so easy to just get up and leave,
and a heart can never ever be easy to deceive!

It’s been another year,
stand up, say hooray!
We have all survived,
but there’s a price to pay.

It’s never really easy to just live and breathe
but aiming at tomorrow, hoping to achieve.

It’s been another year,
and time passes by.
I’m not gonna’ stand here
and just sigh!

What’s happened has happened
and as you grow old.
You learn to live with changes,
and feet getting cold.

So, it’s been another year, and what do we do?
We stand up and take count of what has been true…
We face our tomorrow with a happy cheer,
and learn that all is different in this, a New Year!

Positive Mantra

I’m not sure I can believe
in the concept of good love.
Where I want to see truth, security and happiness
I see deceit, deception and above
all second-guessing intentions
never quite being sure
that what someone is saying
can be trusted, and before
following the path set by my heart
my brain gets in the way and will more and more
tell me I’m not worthy.

I’m not sure I can believe
in the idea of ‘us forever’.
Where I want to see hope, future and being secure
I see all that could go wrong and never
once have I been able to go the course
fulfill the dream
of long-term, eternity and comfort
which, to me, makes it seem
that not only is there no ‘us forever’
but also in love there is no in between
and I’m not worthy.

But still I see them
all around
the lucky ones
with love that’s sound
and I keep thinking
that if they can
then why can’t I
find me a good man?
If others can do it
why would it not work
for me, but listen up,
because here’s the quirk;
If I don’t believe
then why should they?
If I don’t have hope
who would trust me when I say
that I’m so worthy?

Perhaps I need to try harder to believe
in the concept of good love.
To say what I want; truth, security and happiness
without deceit, deception and above
all no second-guessing intentions
that I do want to be sure
that what someone is saying
can be trusted, and before
following the path set by my heart
not let my brain get in the way and more and more
tell me I’m not worthy.

The Whisper of a Smile

The whisper of a smile
on your lips
as I pass by
and I know that
you’re away
once again.
How I wish that I could see
where you got to
when you flee
as you leave this world
behind
for your daydreaming pretend.

I would give
anything I own
to be there,
where you have gone
when that
whisper of a smile
touches your lips.
Mona Lisa
would have wept
none of her mystery
be kept
at the comparison
of her smile with yours.

The whisper of a smile
on your lips
as I pass by
and I know that
you’re away
once again.
How I wish that I could see
where you got to
when you flee
as you leave this world
behind
for a daydreaming pretend.

There’s always a longing to know what hides behind a loved one’s secret smile. Is she/he missing someone else? Is there a joke that I’ve somehow missed? For this prompt on Poetry Jam, Daydream Believers, I decided to place myself in the observer’s seat, actually a man who’s madly in love with the woman he’s observing, and let her secret smile while daydreaming frustrate him. The kind of off-beat rhythm of the scribble can be blamed on the Monkees, though I know I didn’t follow through with a full on lyrics.

You Are In My Heart

You touched my heart, my dear old friend,
proved distance does not friendship end!
The summer skies cleared up for you
and life I could enjoy anew.

We had some mad times, us, back then,
but as time passed, I can’t pretend;
some of our mistakes I can’t defend!
However, we lived and we stayed true!
You touched my heart, you!

The time apart now brought to end,
and you’re back in my life, my dear old friend!
Shall not be parted again from you
through distance and time, friendship will stay true!
With thoughts of gratitude I now send;
YOU are in my heart!

It is Friday the 13th, and over on ‘Imaginary Garden with Real Toads‘ they are celebrating with Mary’s mixed bag Friday the 13th and four separate prompts. I chose to attempt the rondeau, a 13 line poetry form in three paragraphs: AABB AABBC AABBAC. C stands for the refrain, which is also the first half of the first line. Of course I cheated just the tiniest bit, but that’s why they call it poetic license, right?

I have just spent a few wonderful days with a friend from the past, and even though he’s now gone back home I’m still buzzing with the feeling of being cared for, for just who I am. There’s nothing romantic about it, just simple and at the same time complicated friendship. To not be alone, and still be yourself. And it touches my heart.

A Bag of Mixed Memories

Doing a hundred miles an hour
memories quickly whizzing past.
There’s no point in trying to stop them,
it’s all going way too fast.

Mixed emotions with so many memories,
both good and bad, of back then.
Could have, should have, would have wanted to
all become just ‘remember when?’.

And I’m so very glad to see you
of that there is not a single doubt.
But those memories brings out so much of me,
of an old me I can now do without.

Doing a hundred miles an hour
my brain does not want to go to sleep.
The memories that are rushing through it,
although some bad, I so want to keep.

Very surprisingly, I have a visitor for a few days this week, someone I haven’t seen for five odd years. It’s one of those strange situations where I feel not a day has passed since I last saw him, when in real life we probably haven’t really spoken in the last four out of those five years and my brain is very confused. It’s also a case of me having once had a crazy – quite long and strong – crush on this guy, a crush that was dead in the water – pain and loss – and then helped build one of the strongest friendships I have in my life. So many mixed memories…

Happy Fourth of July

Reblogged from A Glass of Bubbly:

On Fourth of July when big brother awakes
who's there to give him his birthday cake?
Little sister Canada just waves across the lakes
and Mexico coming would be a big mistake.

He slowly opens his eyes today
a special morning in so many ways.
But who will bring him his presents?
France and Britain, the once proud parents?

Even his enemies have changed with time,

Read more… 110 more words

Thought I'd share this again from last year!

The Word Creed

Sometimes I feel them bubbling
just below the surface,
waiting, gathering speed
until they are the voice of my creed.
Like a ripple down my spine,
that’s how words grow in my mind,
bubbling, waiting, growing strong
until they fill my heart with song.
And they bubble even more
to paint pictures from before,
to bring memories to life
filled with joy and heavy strife.
That’s how I feel them bubbling
just beyond my very reach,
waiting, slowly building power
until, at the final hour,
they erupt and fill my head
and I tell you – I am glad
to have words that fill my mind
with the power that you find
in the smallest and the biggest,
in the serious and in jest.
Without those words,
where would I be?
And without them,
would you see me?
Sometimes joyful, sometimes sad
I still tell you I am glad
for without colour in this world
I know words would go unheard.
And there are stories left to tell
as they bubble from my well.
Deep inside I feel them rising
gathering strength, and so surprising,
sometimes catching me unawares.
Sometimes I feel them bubbling
just below the surface,
waiting, gathering speed
until they form the voice of my creed.

I’m in a disgustingly good mood today, and the words just wouldn’t stop! Just a little something, I guess! Hope you have a fantastic 4th of July (if you’re American) and simply a great day (if you’re not).