A poem
Come and see
the broken mess of me,
come and see
spread out for all to see
come
and see the mess of me.
Chris P
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A poem
Some sadness descends on our hearts,
the week starts in weariness
as the tide turning tug of life’s ebb and flow
has more in store for us,
No, not for us but for her, a generous soul
who lies on the brink
of what has been, and now, into the unseen…
while we fight back our tears
making gestures in dialogue with the cold winter air.Chris
For C
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A poem
I shall not be bitter today,
I shall not be sad today,
no not today!
I shall not, for what does the world
owe to me ? to me
nothing no nothing at all,
rise and fall, stocks and bonds
autocratic leaders
advice dispensers, false pretences
broken fences,
I shall not despair, no not today
there’s a black dog
at the door and he won’t go away,
I shall not let it in
no, not today, I whistle an ancient air
to keep my demons at bay.
Chris 2025
Image author’s own.
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A poem
I’m combing the beach of my mind
flotsam and jetsam
memories of moments, some treasured
some best left behind,
I use my toe to turn a bundle of weed
washed up in a storm
from my nightmare that battered my coastline
last week, it doesn’t speak
only invites me to keep combing for hope
the greatest of treasures.
Chris
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a poem
I wake from sleep, more like a stupor when I think
of the wasted hours, like a dead sea
stretching time into an eternity, when I think…
that is the crux, the very marrow of it!
I sit and sit, waiting for it, deliveries or even mail
failing to feel the stir of a distant wind,
the doldrums have a hold beyond lack of movement,
at least for me, it is the stagnation of life,
job, home and all the distracting demands of it,
I read of men who just got up left never to come home again
as if they were aliens to our conformist race
I fear the fierceness of passion, trying to fashion my art
in some domestic context.The doldrums are lifting, life is gifting me a reprieve
trust in the pilot, believe and let the journey
unfold as now I grow older and older, winter seems colder
when even to move feels like an imitation of youth
we measured life in cups and empty glasses
strewn on the dining room floor.Chris
Adelaide August 2025 -
A poem
Do not let me a burden be
out of duty, nor necessity
look only to reflect on my gift
to ease your grief if I may
on that day when all is in upheaval,
you will find my mind expressed
in words I already addressed
many times before, in my sunny days
so look to my directives,
do not let me a burden be.
Chris
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A poem
Who will care for me?
in my days of decay
when they become indistinguishable
one from one another,
when I sign my name that I
no longer truly recognise, or admit
that I don’t understand
a single part of it,
who will explain it to me patiently?
not my brother or family
I never kept up connections, now my life
dwindles into itself,
unread books and mementoes on a shelf,
the refugee will care for me
that is who, the one who had to flee
everything they held dear,
it is the refugee, in their new world
that is who will inherit me.Chris 2025
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A poem
What, why and how are on the menu today
is this the way we tumble from this dizzy ledge?
no pledges honoured, ever, by vile suits and red ties
their lies echo into dead air, why?
We saw monuments to our fallen fall into disrepair
no one cares to listen, today’s menu is scripted in advance
to satisfy gluttons gorging on blood, ignore fire and flood
why? how do they not wake up?
these days, these times fly above our simplistic rhymes
the crime of indifference allows the leash its length
vacuous dolts know enough to never halt
unless we go off menu, now we must throw questions
like javelins faster further, to land in the comfort zone
why, how or what is stopping us?Chris 2025
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a poem
In the turning of the Earth,
the turning of my head over my shoulder
life hangs on gossamer threads,
I shed my little collections now
turning to the front gate and where it leads
the tender tugging at my sleeve, as I turn to wave
farewell friend, turning home into a cell,
it is not well to linger too long in that sweet smoke,
turning aside the dogmas now, hoping in the promise of light
turning night into day, turning to smile at her face
threads can fall into place, turning time into trust of self,
the last bastion falls, gate opens, turning to face the light.Chris
Adelaide 2025 -
A poem
Today, today, today I’m
repetitiously walking around the block
familiar fences
shield unfamiliar families, introvert
and extrovert alike,
today,
walking softly my footsteps remain unheard
no greeting words
today…Today for some reason
there is not another soul out walking
no birds talking
doves obstinate in silence
refrain from cooing, sparrows only flit
in alarm at my stealth,
I am an apostle of apathy
advocate for none
following sad silent lines of lost souls
around the block, again…Today, there is no life
in me, no God to rescue my soul
water tasted odd, today
perhaps decay my moral malaise
it is like that today, pointless
displays unseen, no witness to my
moody poet passing
silent sunglasses shield tired eyes
today.Chris
Adelaide 2025
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