Expectations

 

I’ve always had expectations

from the first time we met

realised our dreams

forged in conflict

on life’s anvil



the world keeps spinning

even when you let go

although my head is spinning

as it all slows down

the forge cools



my dreams keep recurring

I don’t want to wake up

to the possibility

of diminished expectations

and forgotten memories

…….


but still I linger

for the dreams to become

real expectations

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Write What Hurts….

If any of you gentle readers have read my last few poems … the quote below sums up the tone and content ….. and my current journey ….

write hard about what hurts 1

 

Thanks for staying with me on this part of life’s journey ….

 

Virginia Woolf Quote

A Glimmer of Hope

 

the house stands all alone on the hill

shuttered and drawn

I approach in darkness

all is locked, silent and dark



I seek some way in

but to no avail

no one answers my knocking

a sliver of light

at an upstairs window



a shadow beckons

is this the glimmer of hope

that will open the door?

I patiently wait

…..

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Road of Despair

hole in my heart

finger on the trigger

where am I headed

who the fuck knows



road of no return

grapes of uncertainty

pressed into

wine of despair



camp fire light beckons

so what!

…..

who the fuck cares

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Cogito Ergo Sum – in 3 parts

I wrote this poem in Nov 2016 as 3 separate poems, but they are meant to be read as one. Here it is re-edited and posted in its entirety. The poem emerges from the cocoon of my reading and musings of TS Elliot, Dante, Descartes and some Arthur Conan Doyle.

 

1.

when you down who lifts you up

when you are lost who finds you

when you fall, is it from grace

if so, whose grace



who is lost with you

who binds the wounds

whom do you discover, when you are down

yourself or another



what awaits over the horizon

what lies beneath the wounds

what lifts you up

come on rise up



we rise by lifting others up

we discover ourselves when lost

we need not be alone

come on, stand together



every breath is a doorway

to heaven or hell

so just breath

and rise up



2.

as you await at

breaths doorway

just breathe

and see what awaits

as you pause to exhale



by not breathing

we are forced to choose

heaven or hell

but let not fear inspire

either mortality or immortality



let Virgil be your guide

through the mythical dark wood

of spiritual values

that at times

perverts' human intellect



the pilgrims journey

demands questions be answered

within the dark forest

on a crooked path

the meaningful can become meaningless

as we journey on a quest

into the unlit darkness



3.

we are on a journey

on a quest

into the darkened heart

of life, doubts and dreams

that search for proof of life



strength in life, rests on doubt

accept that which you know to be true

are dream states virtual reality

is life one constant dream

what is real?



let knowledge be your secure foundation

not the imagination thereof

but the doubt thereof

let doubt be your proof of life

doubt creates sanity



life is stronger than anything the mind can invent

what is real are our thoughts

doubt your senses

doubt your existence

rise up and claim your reality

think,

therefore, you live

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich

My Holiday Collage

Relaxing and restful time with my bi-pedal and quadruped family 🙂  Family Time, Cigars, Beverages, Great Food, Vinyl, Pussy (cats) and Great Views

Some of the Vinyl that was played ……

A few cigars and cool beverages were consumed ….

Amazing sunsets, moon-rises and … just generally great views from the patio …

Pussy (cats) in repose ……..

My family …..

And now its very soon back to work …. The DRC … here I come 🙂

2017-11-23 10.07.31

The Visitor

step over the portal

into the atrium

not the inner chamber

just visiting

it all seems so familiar

but it’s not

music’s playing

don’t know the playlist

coffee’s warm

but tastes different

just need to lay my head

where my hat lies

maybe next time

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Cold Chains

cold chains hold me down

black holes suck me in

medicine for the soul

best taken cold and dry

iron chains

draggin’ me down

sliding down a muddy hillside

into a strange world

in me

or in you?

© 2018 michael d emmerich

To the Edge

bleeding tears of blood

heart rent asunder

the yawning chasm looms

balancing on a precipice

tottering towards a fall

the cold slap of reality

awakens you from that dream

to drag you

into a nightmare

© 2018 michael d emmerich

By a Thread

oh the tenuous existence that we lead

and the tapestry that we weave



these many threads combining

into that visage

of our current existence



one loose thread

at some locus

snagging on a point in time

the fabric of that moment

begins to unravel



that fabric of time

unravelling

revealing a threadbare image



hanging by a thread

that unwoven life

© 2018 michael d emmerich