Category: Ruminations

My Cup Overfloweth

I have everything I need

God has given it to me

In abundance.

I want for nothing.

Yet, I have still been unhappy

Plagued by petty worries

And by what I deem to be important

But none of it isn’t, really

Not in the big scheme of things

What we cannot change

Situations

Circumstances

Current concerns

Nightmares

Sleepless Nights

Fears and insecurities

Trappings

We should accept them all

And not fight them, at all

Because everything changes

It’s the nature of the world

I have felt trapped in the past

But realised

Those times were actually the happiest in my life

But I didn’t see it.

Couldn’t

Wouldn’t

Some people say

No rest for the wicked

I say,

No rest for the blessed.

So much to be grateful for.

If we would only look

Take away the veil

From our eyes

And see

Hindsight is twenty twenty

But all we can do

Is learn from our mistakes.

When the grass is mowed right down

That’s when you will see the flower buds.

When the night is obtuse

That’s when you will see

The light transparent.

Sometimes,

When you feel trauma

You’re closest to peace.

Or realisation

To the fact

That it is time

To start appreciating yourself

And look at what you actually have.

As opposed to what you want

Or think you need.

Find the Lion’s Courage

That you didn’t know you had.

We don’t know what we have

Until we no longer have it.

So be mindful

And vividly imagine losing all that you have now

Absolutely everything, imagine.

So that you will be so grateful for what you do have.

If you think nothing good happens to you

Look in the detail

In the small things

The small things are what you ultimately need

And appreciating them will make the small things big

Not just in these dark times

But in all times

Never lose sight of your gratitude

And for all the wonderful things

That have happened to you

And are happening to you

And will happen to you

For there will be many

Among the chaos of life.

May Your Cup Overfloweth.

The Sun Will Shine Again…Soon.

The sun will shine again…soon

And then we will be happy

But we could happy right now

Instead of looking to some future day or time…

…that will ALLOW us to be happy.

If only…

if only this, that, or the other could happen/come true

THEN I’ll be happy

But no,

We only fool ourselves

If we cannot be happy

With what we have right now.

We will never be

So the sun will not shine again…soon.

It shines now.

Tier 3

Tears before bedtime

And Tears before tea

Tiers before lockdown

Tiers- one, two, three.

Tears, it will all end in

And Tiers they will make

Tears on my face

And not Tiers on a cake.

Tears like raindrops

Tiers are rules

Tears for release

And Tiers for fools.

Tears show we love

Tiers – our cage

Tears make us fear

Tiers keep us ‘safe’

Tears are emotion

Tiers leave us cold

Tears of our youth

Tiers getting old

Tears with friends

Tiers alone.

Tears with lovers

Tiers- at home.

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.

You’re Never Too Old For The Punk In Your Soul

You’re never too old for the punk in your soul

For your dream and your goal

And to take back what they stole

You’re never too old for the hope of the lost

You know what it cost

It stung like a wasp

A million times stung

And a song unsung

But it matters not

You can turn it back

Flip it on its head

Say feck you instead

Stay humble and sweet

An Angel on your feet

Generous and kind

A non judgemental mind

You’re never too old to mend the hole

You’re never too old for the punk in your soul.

(Fauxcroft inspired me to write this through his poem called ‘No More Gigs For Me‘)

Highwaymen Of 2020

We have become highwaymen and women

With our masks pulled tight

Over our nose and mouth

Now, we are in disguise

(But weren’t we always)

Wearing these things are either

An asthmatics nightmare

Or

A rapists delight

False smiles that don’t reach the eyes

Can be hidden

As well as manic grins

And angry little pouts

All of our foibles, now safely

Under that little piece of cloth

The opposite is also true

You can see

The twinkle in the eye

Of the genuine smile.

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.

Loneliness, suddenly.

Because I can’t hug people, I suddenly really want to hug people, and yet, I’ve never really been a people person. Maybe I will be after this.

And, because I can’t talk to people face to face…I suddenly want to talk to people. I never really thought about it too much before., the human touch, and how we all need it.

Today, while necessity shopping, a lovely lady of senior years, wearing bright blue plastic gloves greeted me with a cheery ‘Good Morning’, from across the road. That meant a lot. People will beat it somehow. They find a way. Suddenly, I was a dry sponge, that soaked up any water coming my way. Strange, how much it warmed my soul. I felt a connection, and again, just a minute later, a tattooed young man, all bristling muscles, in his front garden, hosing it clean, water flooding out his gate, touching the toes of my boots, said ‘Hello,’

Hello.’ I answered, and again, my mood lifted just a little, just enough to get through another day.

Social distancing maybe. Voice distancing? Na.

Again, that strange warmth…glow whatever. People find a way. They always find a way. Thank God.