Confused and afraid Lost and alone Enveloped in fog Sinking in mud No path to follow No map to guide me I don’t know how to reach my destination I don’t know how to carry on my journey I wrote this poem three years ago. It came up in my Facebook memories today so I… Continue reading Confused and Alone
Category: Creative Works
The Proletariat
Locked in a steel cage Carried far from home To a concrete prison Disguised as freedom Trading Time and energy For sustenance, existence Pleasing invisible masters Striving to stay in jail Surrounded by others Stuck in the same struggle No speeches shouted Nor conversations whispered
Nothing to Report
“Here is the site, it’s all secure, should be an easy night for you.” The client leaves, the dog is whining. Get the dog ready for initial patrol. The plovers have babies and are upset we’re too close to them. Pull out the baton and scream a war cry, they decide the babies can figure… Continue reading Nothing to Report
Fred Shanks – The Biography of a Security Working Dog
Some stories are hard to tell. These stories are usually the ones that are most important to remember. This is the story of my dog Fred, his biography and the lasting Memorial of his life and service. There are lots of tales about once in a lifetime dogs. We hear about legendary Togo (Wikipedia, 2020),… Continue reading Fred Shanks – The Biography of a Security Working Dog
Lament to Ignorance
People who have never been there can’t understand. They’re ignorant, yet disparage those who are there. Ignorant and entertained by another’s pain. Their antipathy denies them humanity. Their callousness angers the wise.
Enough
Why aren’t I worthy? Why aren’t I good enough? Why don’t I ever stand a chance? If I knew what I lacked I’d get it. If I knew what to do I’d do it. If I knew what to say and when I’d say it. If I was rude and selfish would you notice me?… Continue reading Enough
The Disapointment
A disapointing son Mum’s expectations stun Her love unquestioned Her disapproval unmoved He can never be someone
Nowhere Left to Run
My peace shattered My sanctuary defiled My fortress breached No place of respite No haven of safety No shrine of solace A house but no home A fuel with no fire A life lacking purpose
The Sub
Lurking in the deep Sailing through enemy waters Destroyers sailing above Every movement or sound a chance of discovery Surely they know, surely they’ll find it! The sub sneaks through, undetected Until next time
Surrounded
Tension rising, pressure building Battle looming, breathing struggling Armour dented, helmet cracked Sword chipped, shield busted Alone surrounded, soul wounded Foes taunting, vultures circling