Sadness

The world could be ending
who cares?
The sky could be falling
who cares?
The trees could be dying
who cares?
The seas could be drying
who cares?
The air being poisoned
who cares?
The wars killing people
who cares?
The diseases causing pain
who cares?

We all should…that’s who.

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A Poem I wrote on behalf of my Mother

To express through words what you meant to us

is hard through these stinging tears,

You were so much more than just a Dad to us

so now you’re gone its hard to bear,

The Angels came to hold your hand

and guide you on your way

To be with Mum who we miss as well,

we wish you both could stay.

Your suffering is over now,

for that small mercy we should be glad,

The gap you’ve left inside our hearts

just really hurts so bad,

So we send our love and ask the Angels to

keep a special eye on you,

And give us the inner strength we’ll need

to help us make it through,

So sleep now Dad rest your weary soul

now your pain has been released,

Just know we’ll always love you Dad

so now please rest in peace x.

Clouds

Puffy swirly mounds of cotton candy
Gently moving through the sky
Random shapes of no particular definition
Often beautiful to behold
One of natures wondrous creations
No two of which are ever the same
Happy in a blue sky
Floating gently miles above
Silently wafting with no urgency
Carried only by natures soft breath
To a place where nobody knows
Only for another to take its place.

Why procrastinate?

Procrastinate – Verb – to keep delaying something that must be done, often because it is unpleasant or boring:know I’ve got to deal with the problem at some point – I’m just procrastinating.

Above is the definition of something that I have long been guilty of, procrastination.

Chores, shopping, gardening even writing (which I enjoy) have all been on my procrastination list.  

Also writing my own Blog has been on my dreaded list. Up until now.

So what’s changed?

Simple…my mindset. Life waits for no-one.

I have long dreamed of having a blog, somewhere to write down the things on my mind, a place to let others read (and hopefully enjoy) my poetry.  I could leave it no longer, I am determined to turn this dream into a reality. 

Each and every new follower of my blog is helping me to achieve this dream and to every one of you fantastic people I would just like to extend a truly heartfelt thank you.  Please do feel free to also leave comments.

So my message is don’t delay, don’t be guilty of procrastination.

One life, live it.

Rick.

 

 

A Poem about Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

Check check check

wash wash wash

check check check and then,

Wash wash wash

check check check

wash wash wash again,

OCD many may know

as Obsessive Compulsive Disorder,

Forces people who suffer from it

to do things in a certain order,

Pressure builds up inside your head

and causes anxiety,

Alone with your thoughts its almost like

you’re an outcast from society,

Seeing things through until the end

is driven by a compulsion,

Dark black thoughts inside your head

that cause you some revulsion,

Rituals you have to complete

with seemingly no end,

Making people so crazy that

it can send them around the bend,

A small insight lies here within

to this poets OCD,

I need to end this torture

so can’t you please just let me be??