Post a Poem... (yeah really)

[HeuristicMonkey]

Table for two by Dell MacTaighain



Let us sit at this table

Just the two of us

You, that can decipher shapes as meaning

I will be naked in thought and word

Please do the same



Look at the world and reality that surrounds you

These suits and dresses we wear, are see through

In this place we always have two choices

One person two options, two voices

Pivotal, belly full, childlike and spiritual,

Spiteful, inciteful, growing up should be meaningful,

Needful, kill the beast that dictates the cull,



These places, all the faces

Paths never taken, enemies forsaken

Risks punished, justice never nourished

Heroes, gravestones, rarely replenished

History, mystery, always written by the smitten



We are an infinate breaths collectively

Barely

Respectively

We are biped for the toes we have

And our backs suffer

Yet we think…



We are one

You and I

As we sit here

In this present

Time is fun,

Isn’t it?



These words and thoughts will never leave my sides

Nor the table

This table of two

Apologies for the lack or overflow of bars and rhymes

And I’m sorry, for your times

But I am with you



​

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

Weightless by Dell MacTaighain



I’ve often wanted to write a poem about being weightless

You know, free of thoughts and people that cause me a burden

Like carrying hidden rocks on your back laden

Big or small,
they all add to it all
as time rolls by



To float…

Without grief or anguish or torment

And circle each breath with a smiling sigh, free

Yet, this is Life, and that is a mere thought

We are all encumbered by the desire

Of what could be

Hang on – got a new text message - laters​

 

[asaultnviniger]

My sister Laura's bigger than me And lifts me up quite easily.
I can't lift her, I've tried and tried; She must have something heavy inside.

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

Long live the snails! By Dell MacTaighain



Long live the snails!

And their right to free housing

Long live the snails!

With no fists to punch nor feet to kick nor fingers to point

Long live the snails!

That climb over grass with no ladders or GPS

Long live the snails!

And their tolerance of homeless immigrant slugs

Long live the snails!

Crushed under foot with reckless complacency

Long live the snails!

That leave a legacy of recyclable slime

Long live the snails!

That are unaware of concepts of rhyme and time

Long live the snails!

As the first farmed edible source

Long live the snail!

This is analogy, of course​

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

Life, and my part in its success by Dell MacTaighain



We fold back our eyes for the first time

Helpless and Blinking in

to a world of colour and light and shade

In the same way we curl them shut for the last time

Helpless and Blinking out

from a world of colour, regret and victories

Leaving legacies and memories behind in others

And forward to a heaven of our own making

Which were forged by action and thought

While we had the skill of breathing

Hopefully through smiles



For my part?

It’s a question of whether owning something

That I regret having,

Is richer than not possessing it at all

So I collect and store good memories

like an eager squirrel gathers nuts

For the oncoming winter

I suspect my winters heaven will be

A rich harvest of delights

Because each nut is a good memory

And I have gathered many

Regretting none that I cannot find

​

 

[Lau40]

Life, and my part in its success by Dell MacTaighain



We fold back our eyes for the first time

Helpless and Blinking in

to a world of colour and light and shade

In the same way we curl them shut for the last time

Helpless and Blinking out

from a world of colour, regret and victories

Leaving legacies and memories behind in others

And forward to a heaven of our own making

Which were forged by action and thought

While we had the skill of breathing

Hopefully through smiles



For my part?

It’s a question of whether owning something

That I regret having,

Is richer than not possessing it at all

So I collect and store good memories

like an eager squirrel gathers nuts

For the oncoming winter

I suspect my winters heaven will be

A rich harvest of delights

Because each nut is a good memory

And I have gathered many

Regretting none that I cannot find

​

roses are red, cabbages are green, if i open my legs will you fill them with jaffa cakes.

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

roses are red, cabbages are green, if i open my legs will you fill them with jaffa cakes.

Roses are red, violets are blue, ediths are pink, lau doesnt wear any

 

[HeuristicMonkey]

This amazing cadence (for Chris) by Dell MacTaighain

Time and self belief is a tricky thing

I’ve been a philosopher and poet

Since before I was born

Into this amazing cadence

This rhythm of sound and light and fall

Everyone dying around us in margins we set ourselves

We don’t – or can’t –

imagine that wall in front of us

Impenetrable undeniable unassailable barrier

But do you know that the next second which will pass

Hasn’t happened yet?

Postulation or prediction

It hasn’t happened yet…

Isn’t that the beauty of Life?

We don’t know!

The future hasn’t started yet because

You haven’t breathed and time hasn’t passed

Nothing has happened but begs for potential

Personal history is but a byproduct of memory

Think about the time-wall you are about to break through

Time and self-belief are but tricky targets to overcome

In this wonderfull cadence​

 

[A_Son_of_God]

My End​

© Me 2013​

Well, here we are, my loyal friend.
You’ll stand by me whilst comes my end.
The sniper hidden in the hill
ripped through my stomach, bleeding still.

They told me what I fought for’s right.
I’ve trained all day, and many a night.
Devoted to my nation’s call,
but on this foreign land, I fall.

I watched Jim lose his limb last week,
and Marty stabbed, they sliced his cheek.
And now my turn, I fall the same,
but permanently ends my game.

We trained together, you and I,
Privates trained while choppers fly.
Our martial combat, my lifes worth.
Eventuality, the earth.

Tell Mum, and all the folks back home,
Some words, and make it in a poem.
Make them aware that my last breath
was spoke of them, from life to death.

I’ve non forgotten their kind hearts,
although at this moment it parts
from any physical pull on me,
For now I’ll lie still as a tree.

I know they’ll lie a cloth on me,
and compensate my family,
but why’d I have to choose this way?
A lifetime lost, a grave to lay.

A million million mothers sons
All children, through the field he runs.
The freedom fleeting, gone from youth.
The world, a wicked twisted truth.

I used to listen to the songs
before the blasts and mess from bombs.
The houses burn, the people wail,
another nightmare fairytale.

So I can say I’ll rest at last.
I’m sorry that this life has passed,
yet now I’ll go where there’s no war,
I’ll think not of it, not any more.