Penguins at Play

It was a warm sunny summers day,

And the penguins went out to laugh and play

But after a while they felt hot and bothered

And a cool location was to be discovered.

They sought shade under a sycamore tree

But were scared away by a bumble bee;

They searched for a pond in the park

But one of them claimed they saw a shark.

Sullenly they returned to the house

But were startled by a chattering mouse

It said “Quick, follow me into the garage,

I found something while I was on the forage”

They were no longer afraid to explore

So the penguins sneaked under the door

In the cool dark building they were intrigued

By a mass of piping, bottles and homemade mead.

They ran between the pipes ahead

And all dove into a big dank keg

They swam and drank so much black sheep

That refreshed and drunk, they fell asleep.

In the morning they woke up yawning

Because they heard each other snoring

They looked around, they were all caught

In a bottle of beer stopped with a cork!

This poem was inspired by the beautiful Rachael Harrison.
She informed the world of her dream of Penguins in Bottles and I had to write about it!
She drew this wonderful picture of her dream, and I used it as inspirado!

Random thoughts

Embrace emotion in all of it's forms. We are human, and so long as we are not consumed by them, emotions make us strong. I must face my fears, I must accept my emotions, I should wear them on my sleeve again. I am a creative person, a writer, a poet, I am not an automaton. Yes it is good to laugh, but you cannot suppress your feelings without suppressing yourself.

I am not the confusion in your mind, I am not the anger in you chest, I am not the fear in your gut, I am not the love in your heart or the lust in your loins. I am the small quiet voice that tells you something is wrong, something is right, or something is worth the pain. I am me, i am you, and I love you.

 

The Stream

The stream no longer flows
It meanders where no one knows
You cannot predict it
You cannot prevent it
The stream arrives where it wants
It has a deadly purpose of its own devising
And you may be left as the only one surviving
A Lonesome castle open on all fronts.

Emotion

Just finished watching Terry Pratchett's documentary on BBC2 re: assisted suicide. Hard to watch, but Terry is such a unique and lovable person, his viewpoint gave it credibility.

I don't believe it promoted the act, but it gave credence to people, knowing you can do it can give you the strength to no do it.  Whereas for others, not having to travel and spend so much would allow them the escape they need or deserve.

I believe people should have the choice.  The choice itself is not easy, but it should not be taken away from your just because you cannot afford it.

On another point....

Emotion

Embrace emotion in all of its forms.We are human, and so long as we are not consumed by them, emotions make us strong. I must face my fears, I must accept my emotions, I should wear them on my sleeve . I am a creative person, a writer, a poet, I am not an automaton. Yes it is good to laugh, but you cannot suppress your feelings without suppressing yourself.

We are human, therefore we feel.  We are human, therefore we fall in love. We are human, therefore we make mistakes. We are human, and that is enough.

A Still Calm

A still calm, the ripple of the breeze;
I sit in solace surrounded by trees.
Their branches lilt towards the lake,
Renewing life with every breath they take.

The air rushes past, we are on the move,
Heading for freedom, my heart to soothe.
I look to the mountains, their jagged heights,
And dream of tomorrow, bliss in my sights.

I long for a future where I am free
And you are with me, where ever you be.
Distance means nothing when you are in love
It is enough when we are united by a compassionate hug.

An Escape

This weekend I shall be escaping the drudgery of the city to find peace and maybe a little indulgence in the Lake district.

I am hoping to do some writing and soul searching; and to enjoy nature as much as possible.

Hope you all have a great weekend.

John

The Darkness

I return to the darkness
and embrace it.
It is my long lost friend
I have been afraid of the light
That the night brings
In the darkness I find solace
In the darkness I find comfort
In the darkness I am not lost
I and found and reborn
In the darkness dwells light
And I am saved.

Psalm 139

"Surely the darkness will hide me and the light become night around me, even the darkness will not be dark to you; the night will shine like the day, for darkness is as light to you."

What I Need

To love myself

To forgive myself

To ask for forgiveness

To love God

To be myself

To accept my weaknesses

To love people for who they are

To stop blaming other people for my problems

To make positive changes and to accept change

To not expect life to come to me, I must grasp it

I am not other people

I am me

I am allowed to make mistakes

I am loved

Love does not smother

Love nurtures

The Crossroads

I lay and wonder what the future holds
I can see a distance that I must cross
I need an answer to save our souls
That returns the most with the least cost


If life were that easy I would have it all
But life requires work, strife, and sorrow,
And to this task we all must fall
In order to find a new beautiful tomorrow

At the crossroads I am lost, confused
Looking to you for answers that you can't give
I sit and wonder, alone, bemused,
Trying to find a new path that I must live.

Still, I am waiting at your beck and call
Hoping you will find what you need
Until then I'll give life my all
Else you will just bite the hand that feeds.