Category: Po-et-tree & Vurz

Don’t Feed Negativity

Don’t feed negativity

Don’t even give it scraps

Stay focused

Even in misery

And doubt

Don’t put out the cat

Instead put negativity out

Then close the door

Lock it

Chain it

Whatever you do,

Don’t let it back in

Even if it begs

On the step

Outside

And complains of

Hunger and thirst

And moans gently

Every hour

On the hour

Don’t even think

About the creature

You threw out

As it frantically claws at your panes.

Eventually, it will give up

And move on.

And wander through dry, arid places

And latch onto

To another

Who is open

And addicted

To the pain

As you once were

Let them feed it.

For they’ll know

Soon enough

If it fits in

With their life

And can sleep on their hearth

By the fire

Warming itself

And getting

Lots of treats

For being bad.

There’s no snug den

For it here anymore

Don’t Feed Negativity.

Feel Good Movie

Don’t worry what people

Think of you

It’s an obstacle

To your goals

And your life

Step outside

And look in

To get perspective

And peace

To feel that you can go on

Life is like a movie

So sit and watch yours

With objectivity

And amusement

And don’t get drawn into

The tangled web

Of negative emotions

That can bind you

Your life movie

Doesn’t have to be

A weepie

Or a horror

Make it a thriller

Full of excitement

Make it a comedy

Full of laughter

Make it a mystery

Full of anticipation

Make it a romance

Full of love.

Measured and Moderate

It’s hard to be measured

And moderate

And daily bread

And not do one hundred things

In one day

And spend the next four weeks in bed

I aim to be measured

And moderate

And in all things temperate be

A fully funtioning member

Of society

I aim to be

The person that people come to

For support and hope

And cake and tea

I aim to be the person

Who I would love to be

I aim to be measured and moderate

In all that I do.

Measure me out

On the scales of human kindness

And hopefully I won’t slide

Further down one side

And just have an equilibrium

That will see me steady

And going down that narrow road

So straight and smooth

Not rocky at all

I’ve stopped rhyming…

But I’m old and weathered

That happens sometimes

When you’re not moderate

Or measured.

I’m Not Breaking Promises

I’m not breaking promises

To myself anymore

I’m not slamming my fingers

In the door anymore

I’m not sabotaging the things

That are good for me

I’m not holding on

To the ‘pain-body‘

I’m not saying God

Won’t give me wings

‘Cos now I know

That he forgives me things

There’s so much more

That He will do

I just really need

To forgive others too.

And it’s time to stop

The sackcloth and ashes

It’s time to stop

The thousand lashes

It’s time…

I stopped the war.

I’m not breaking promises

To myself anymore.

Tonight After Midnight

When darkness and shadow come creeping in

I think of you and my night begins

I close my eyes and silence comes

The strains – they fade

And tranquility hums

And then I see you

There is peace to find

You appear quite clearly, there, in my mind

You sit there by my sleepy hollow

You sit there by my bed

And in your hand you hold a rose

Of softest deepest red

And all the night long you smile

You’re there it seems for eternity

Until morning comes and calls to me

Lies

Lies are the thoughts

We think in our heads

Making us sleep when

We go to bed

Lies are the hopes

That cushion our lives

That turn our violent screams

Into sighs

Lies are the corpses

In the beautiful tomb

That make us believe

We are back In the womb

They are so pretty

Sweet little lies

They make us believe

What we see

With our eyes

But lies are a thousand

Wishes untrue

Lies are the death wish

In me and you.

The Stress Of Moving Home

I’ve gotten too big for my shell

Said the hermit crab

It really is too tight

It’s getting awfully uncomfortable

I need to put this right

I can’t swing a cat inside this home

Although I wouldn’t try

I can’t stretch my claws

I can’t even yawn

It just makes me want to cry

But it’s alright

For I have spied

A nice big shell quite still

I think it belonged to a sea snail

I’ll bagsy that I will

I’m pretty sure it’s empty

I think that shell’s ‘To Let’

I think he’s defo left it

I think that’s a sure bet

There’s no ‘For Sale’ sign

And there’s even a welcome rug

Oh it’s so big and roomy

I won’t be snug as a bug

I can have wild parties in this shell

Now I’ll never be alone

I really love this shell

There’s no stress of moving home.

Man or Mouse

Are you a man or a mouse

Is an outdated phrase

Quite sexist when you think

Sounds strange these days

We’re wise enough to know

We have to be brave

Can’t hide away

Or go live in a cave

Need to get away from the dark

Walk away from the pain

Embrace the future

The past has no gain

Courage is a friend

It has invested in you

Waits behind the cloud

Waits for your cue

After courage comes happiness

Elusive though it seems

Don’t give up on life

Don’t give up on your dreams

Life is for the taking

It’s yours and it’s mine

Reach out – be brave

Be strong this time

Walk down the long road

Move slowly if you must

At the end of it you’ll find

Love and light and trust

If things are bad

And you’re feeling really low

Then upwards my friend

Is the only way to go

So, no more darting about

With frustration and fear

No more twitching whiskers

No more pink little ears

Go into the light

Get out of the house

Go after your dreams

Stop being a mouse.