Not ever again-
as I made my excuses.
Not to be trusted-
Of this I was certain.
Never, oh never-
Like a song in refrain.
But I’ll wait all the same-
As always, anyway.
©TheHairyTeacher2014
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Charm
Words from another-
complimenting.
There is honesty and
bravery –
I am jealous.
I fight for my voice;
it seeps sometimes
through the cracks
in my reserve,
my fear of others’ opinions.
But it vies for recognition…
©TheHairyTeacher2014
Born to this Day
In the rumble of an engine ticking over
Held up to the kerb in utter resignation
Against the backdrop of a Friday morning start
There is motion then and all else moves apart
Outside the moving streets they lag behind
As ever onwards ever after I am borne
©TheHairyTeacher2014
BetweenTwoSlices
A hand grasping while the mouth mechanical keeps chewing another hand engaged in half a sandwich this lady’s allowed such indiscretion surrendering etiquette up to basic instinct and now remembering I think of coffee and the dunking of a biscuit there inside to let the soggy stain increase till just a limit and then pass it to one’s mouth is such a pleasure and yet those kids in Vuelva who eat their apples with a knife and fork may never know the wonders when we let conventions go
©TheHairyTeacher2014
Arriving Again
In response to this indulgence I question all who view the path,
too riddled with obstacles before ever being approached.
A man’s entitled to imagination but if the path was clear before –
then still it is the same.
The passengers you bring are side by side with you
Not up ahead vying to be mowed down by you
and so in early morning eloquence
I share my thoughts that music brings.
Aside a street, a pavement tucked inside a cafe/bar:
the beer a tortured parody
non-alcoholic – as I’ve been trying to be.
The spring outside is heating up but forecasts tell of cold to come.
All obstacles are in the mind for if snow arrives then one last time,
I’ll build a snowman, pull a sledge,
and when it’s melted,
and blossoms instead shall fill with fragrant epitaphs
the death of Old Man snow at last,
then I’ll embrace like I do now –
The present moment,
The here and now.
©TheHairyTeacher2014
Arany Pénteken
Imagine not recording this moment.
Imagine sacrificing it to a higher cause…
Delusion!
An utter sense of hysteria
coupled with an idea
of value, a worth
uncertain,
a worth unproven.
Imagine sacrificing this moment,
not recording this moment
because you thought silence was better!…
©TheHairyTeacher2014
A coin, a dice
A coin, a dice, a chance but nothing.
It falls and fell before and after.
We are as we were and therefore defined:
yet predetermined.
Our destiny is merely this –
our humanity.
Our life, our belief, is because we do exist
and we forget.
We are, and this is it!
©TheHairyTeacher2014
Keela’s Dawn
Somehow Othello-an I gently breeze the dawn exclaiming that if indeed it were now to die then most happy I would be.
I grasp this notion as I hold dear my child, close to mé in a punch-drunk embrace.
Her proclamations of an hour before have subsided.
The carpet demon subdued, lured now into my arms,
She finally succumbs to dreams, only thought of by adults, realised plainly in the minds of young children.
Maybe there there be dragons too! ensnaring the barest of innoncence,
giving creedance to the horrors of nighttime and loneliness:
maybe beyond all the notion of things soft and fluffy, the furious truth is a scaly opponent.
The early líght shafts in through the window, sheening the room to create my reflection.
I note the brighter side of mé, I see a vision of this moment.
In truth I can now say, that I have sung my child here back to sleep
and in so doing have fulfilled a dream I had never even thought of;
perhaps this is the essence of fatherhood.
©TheHairyTeacher2014
Someday
Someday I’ll say it, what I feel,
If only to an empty glass,
or beneath an old yew tree.
And when I do I will not take delight
Unless of course I do it while it’s real.
Someday the smile will arise and disappear
And I will face depression without hope.
It’s then I’ll write my fury into a grave
And drink away the pain with which I cannot cope.
I’ll hang the stars out to accompany my moon,
And howling lunatically, I’ll recall all my doubts.
Someday I’ll shatter sanity upon the floor
Amidst the beer spills and the stains of shit,
Or leave it flitter up in coils of smoke
Away from mé eternally with my own breath.
It’s then I’ll bravely shout out “No Surrender”
While not perceiving the derision held below.
Someday I’ll read the words I’ve written here
And either laugh and love-
or rue the day!
But that someday is not today…
©TheHairyTeacher2014
Narcissus
The violence rendered on his face spoke volumes.
He didn’t seem content enough to just stare me down.
He seemed to be growling just under the metre.
He seemed to be grinning just beneath the frown.
There seemed to be no joy in his presence
and yet his t-shirt proclaimed him Mr. Happy.
Was it some kind of joke, and did the others get it.
Well, they did seem to be laughing quite a lot.
But this guy remained solid, mimicking my discomfort.
There was malice in his soul brimming over into his eyes.
But he held a composure, a measure, almost a reserve.
I snorted as false bravado, he returned it venomous.
I held his eyes for as long as he held mine.
The church bells rang and I looked up, away.
Did he do so? I could not tell, but he was watching me
when I returned to watching him…
and then he was gone, swinging out of my vision and a couple stood there
till invited to the bar whereupon the sniggers returned.
And then he was back, looking at me looking at him.
I scratched my head,as did he. Coughed and convulsed in unison…
Every night…a voice whispered from the bar
Poor thing…God how I hated pity.
Doesn’t anybody tell him?
Why?
It’s cruel…
I get up to leave and as always I brave the leering fool and as ever he steps aside as I pull open the door…and then the steps drag me up into the street, and home.
©TheHairyTeacher2013