Category: Twitter Poems

At the microphone
she was looking for herself
through a tapestry of words;
the search was urgent
for without knowing who she was
she would always be a nobody;
but on the discovery of herself
she would be somebody.

The long hours
cannot keep pace
with every demand
made on a fragile heart;
made on a fragile heart,
every demand
cannot keep pace
with the long hours.

For turning our backs
so carelessly on our birthright
and on the way that love
so selflessly made for us
and on the blood that pumped
life through our veins,
shall the merciless fire
rain down on us until
but a remnant remains.

The writing of small words
can sometimes be a deliberate task,
easing them into tiny spaces
and casting them across large places
that would not otherwise be occupied.

We waited, holding our breath,
hoping the day would come
before she had to leave us,
but yet resigned
to her not being here
when we gathered
for her birthday.

Sometimes you are right here
as if you had never left,
other times you are so far away
I can barely recall
the colour of your eyes
or the touch of your hand
but mostly I am lonely
for the comfort of your arms
and the years that have never been.

The marching and the parades
of polished boots ringing out
on hard streets, sound the memory
of old soldiers and friends,
sound the trumpets of war.

He believed that it was wrong to kill
another human being, whether
on the street corner or on the
battlefield of war; for that belief
he was broken to within
one inch of his life.

Such is the innocence
of small, excited voices
racing down the beachside path
to the welcome sea
that you can’t help but smile
at how our own years have passed.

A true story of misguided loyalty
that ripped love apart,
that showed again the folly
of not speaking from the heart.