When the clock strikes midnight
It's alright
To call it a night
When a clock strikes noon
Its too soon
To call it a boon
When the clock strikes now
It's not surprising how
To a cow
A collection of poems and short stories, from a long time ago and from today. Some are light hearted, others are more serious, some are simply extracts from larger pieces of ficiton I am writing.
Wednesday, 6 April 2016
06/04 Moo
Tuesday, 5 April 2016
05/04 Sing You A Song
I'll sing you a song
One day when I write it
And maybe I'll write a poem too
I'll get a job, I'll ride a bike
Meet someone and get married
Have the house, kids, dog
One day I'll do this all
But for now I'm going to turn my back
I'll ignore you and never
Adore you
Deal with my own issues
Because I can't deal with yours
You're a black mark
In my already black diary
And so I need to leave you
To never sing you that song
Because right now my voice is hoarse
And my poetry is poor
And I'm melting into the snow
Dying in the sunlight
Suffering
I'll never sing you that song
The lyrics just won't come
So we'll just sit here in silence after all.
Monday, 4 April 2016
03/04 Wife
In six months
I will be here
As not a Williamson anymore
But something different
A different name
A different game
Not fiancée but wife
Sunday, 3 April 2016
02/04 What did
What did you say
When the men took him away
What did you do
When they came out of the blue
What did you hold
When it became so very cold
When the door was battered in
When the walls were broken down
When the windows were shattered in
When the heart was torn from your chest
And he was taken away from you
Grabbed by the men of authority
The men in black
The men of death
The men of fear
What did you do?
What could you do
But cry
Saturday, 2 April 2016
01/04 Trump and Bernie
Loving
Is that hard
Hating
Is always harder
Love those who need it
Hate only when you have to
Direst circumstances
Saddest moments
Love is always better
31/03 Tink
Who is that yonder
Over there?
It is but Tinkerbell
Of the golden hair
She seems but a light
But then you see
Her come close
Face, wings, feet
The size of a bee
She's a wonder and a beauty
Wrapped up in love
Bringing wonder down
From the sky above
From the trees and nature
From the sun so warm
Shining down on us
The faeries now swarm
They bring peace and harmony
The seasons four
The the next year comes
And they bring more