poetry

Am i insane

I sit here taping the keys
wondering what i am doing
do people read my posts?

outside it is scorching !
trying to compose a poem
my mind is blank
I should shoot myself
but i do not own a gun!

Birth/near death experience

is a journey from one world into a new one

from a dark warm self contained place

into a bright new world.

during the painful. journey down the birth canal

do our eyes see the bright light

perhaps even glimpse an illuminated figure.

Many people have claimed to have

near death experiences that to my mind

sound remarkably similar.

Is it  not more likely that we are 

reliving a past experience.

I remember autumn

Childhood memories of
autumnal days
evenings that never seemed to end

friday night fish and chips
saturday mornings spent
watching cartoons/afternoons
in the woods or on the swings

Sundays a trip to the beach
pub lunches on the way back

those were the days! 

Imelda`s shoes

She had shoes
close to 3 thousand
some she bought
some were given

26 yrs on
now the only
use for them
is to be stored
away to rot

Why were they
not sold ?
the money given
to the poor
Just another example
of how the filipino
are shortchanged

Storms

I love storms
the sudden rush
of cool air
dark clouds massing
the vivid flash
of a lightening bolt

Nature in all
her glory,never fails
to take my breath away