January | 2012 | joe2poetry

January 23, 2012

To You

To you I write these words

If you will get them or not is of no real import

But I would rather you did

For this is my chance to say what I have not yet said

That you mean the world to me

That what I am, all I have done, was in homage to you

I know that may come as a shock

That you have sometimes disapproved of my actions

But still you were the inspiration

Not to impress, or otherwise win over

I don’t think you in any way so fickle

But rather as a statement, of what I am and how you define me

To you I gave this testament

That you chose to reject it was your own prerogative

My disappointment won’t change that

How you live your life is up to you

With or without me

You chose without

To you I pledge my life

What I do now may well be my last act

I complete it yet still die, I will not consider it a waste

This is what I have been working for

The final piece of the puzzle

The completion of my dedication to you

I hope you will find it in your heart to look at it favourably

But you haven’t before

I can give nothing more, this is the last of it

To you I’ve given it all

Why did I give it in vain?

January 22, 2012

Best not

Best not to do it

To not take the risk

To avoid the chance of failure

The horrific visage of the defeated

Best not to ask

You might not get an answer you want

Or maybe you will

And then what?

Best not to go

Things are different there

New and unfamiliar

More to learn and lose

Best not to listen

You never know what you will hear

What has been heard is seldom erased

The continual assault of memory

Best not to see

For there is a lot in the world to look at

Demanding a closer viewing

And if you do that, what will happen next?

Best not to anyway

There is always a chance of harm, of bad

But always the chance of good too

And that is what makes it best to do.

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January 21, 2012

Scientific Haikus

Chemistry

Fast bubbling mixtures

Frothing over beakers edge

With luck won’t explode.

Physics

Smash heavy ions

To see what’s inside matter,

Give them silly names

Engineering

If you build it wrong

You will never work again

So build it right, dope.

Biology

Look at microbes grow

On an agar covered dish

Randy little sods.

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January 21, 2012

Scale

When I was young I used to look at the stars

Contemplating their existence

I endeavoured to understand them

To learn the secrets of the vast world above

Yet when I tried to wade in the waters of astronomy

I found it too deep

Drowning in the complications of mathematics and physics

So I turned instead to the small

The world of microbes and molecules

And that is where I stayed

Looking at the small world within

What I found there was remarkable

As every bit as awe-inspiring and miraculous as above

And all around us

It is only just a question of scale.

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January 20, 2012

Warm Waters

I am in a dreamscape

Afloat in the warm waters of my homeland

The sun beats down on me

But the waters prevent me from burning

I am at rest, I am at peace

A great wave of water washes over me

And I am not at home anymore

I am awake, it takes me time to remember

The boat, the journey, the job

Something is wrong

We are listing, water is flowing into the cabin

It is deathly cold, like the ice filling my veins

The boat moves more, the flow becomes a torrent

I am quickly inundated, It is so cold

It is so dark

So unlike the warm waters of home.

Dedicated to the missing crewmen of the Tit Bonhomme

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January 20, 2012

Hope

Why did I do this?

What lead me on, why?

What possessed me to give it a try?

A moment of madness, did my mind flip?

The chance of success is practically zip.

See the answer is simple, it’s just that I hope

I hope for success in spite of it all

Hope for a soft landing in case that I fall

Hope for an answer, hope for a clue

Hope that I find what else I’ve to do

Hope keeps the world moving, though times they are tough

Hope keeps us all going when the going gets rough

Hope for a soulmate, hoping for love

Hope there’s an afterlife, a heaven above

Hope that you’re feeling what I’m feeling too

Hope I can spend my whole life with you.

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January 19, 2012

Visitor

She comes in the night

I do not know her name

But I know her, all too well

She is stunning, I undress her with my eyes

It isn’t too difficult as she is wearing very little

She strips and throws me on the bed

I rise to meet her, it is frantic, like there is no time to lose

Kissing, touching, exploring each other’s inner spaces

I am inside her, each movement sends paroxysms of ecstasy through my body

There is silence, save for barely audible moans

And something sounding obscenely wet

Things start to build up, getting faster and faster

Then, Then

I’m awake, alone in my bed

Lying in a pool of cold sweat

And something else

It was all a dream, a most remarkable dream

I check the clock, too early to get up

There is nothing else for it

But to try to return to sleep

In the hope I will get a return visit

From her, my muse, my goddess

The woman of my dreams

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January 18, 2012

Masters of the Night

It is stupid in the morning

A time for peaceful contemplation

Mutt by my side, I think I am alone

But I am not

I see a pair of eyes staring at me

Quickly disappearing with a flash of white

It’s movement, sleek, vulpine, decries its true nature

Seldom seen but undeniably there

Masters of the night, of the hidden

Ruling their fiefdoms with savage brutality

But always on guard, always ready to retreat

At the sight of us, the lords of the daytime

Cheerfully oblivious to their presence.

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January 17, 2012

What am I?

What am I, a mind reader?

Who would know what you really mean?

That no really meant yes?

That your smile held back tears?

That I never really got you

But you were too afraid to tell me?

What am I, a psychic?

That I would know how things would turn out?

What my words will have done to you?

What harm my silence would cause?

What violence I could wield in a single look?

How our world would cave in a single month?

What am I, a doctor?

That I could heal your soul’s wounds?

Repair the damage caused to your heart?

Bring you back from the edge

And to me?

Make things as they were?

But I am none of those things

What has happened cannot be undone

The words cannot be unsaid

The thrown plates not mended

The past is fixed, unchangeable, unfixable

All there is left is the future, new lives to live, separately.

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January 16, 2012

Fought for

This is not what I fought for

Sometimes I wonder what it was really

Was it for power, justice?

For money, for land?

Was if for women, men?

It was all vague to start with

But I know it wasn’t this

The world that I fought, nearly died for is gone

What has replaced it is a mockery of my values

An insult to my comrades who did not make it

And there you stand

Secure, confident in your power

Power made by people like me

But this is not what we fought for

And there will be a day

When the realisation will dawn amongst my brothers

That we have been had

That our blood has given birth to this abomination

And that we hold the key to its destruction

This is not what we fought for

It may become clear that we have to fight again.

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Month: January, 2012