duty calls conflicting with the heart which is more important what do we know? does not knowing burden the weary traveller sadness presses down but we are alive beaten down by the weight of fate alone we stand shoulder to shoulder how cautious can we be? stand up and be free whilst continuously coming up for air
© 2017 michael d emmerich
outward bound battered suitcase by my side backpack slung over shoulder closing door pushes me out taxi, plane and bus awaits on the road again wife and lover left behind mama don’t cry for me as I go down that lonesome road again not to live just to work off to work I go obligations, complexity …. perspective still it sucks
© 2017 michael d emmerich
Continuing the challenge to keep writing poems of 144 characters or less. Here are a few more #micropoems. Poetry for twitter
1. fact becomes fiction reality becomes life alternate is the new the norm drink and feast for tomorrow you die 2. travelling into my space the road less travelled dipping in and out just visiting a scary process discovering what lies beneath at my place 3. poets, dreamers & writers who do you talk to and where do you go? to those who live in strange places dead spaces and dream places?
© 2017 michael d emmerich
the present is a construct of the past every breath we have taken is the sum of who we are that past we remember does it affect our present? does forgetting cleanse our slate? are we bound by the rattling cold chains that bind us to as distant memory? does time eventually conquer us? are we only doomed to repeat history if we remember it? the constant past that never leaves is it a blessing or a curse? do moments give birth to new moments? or are they transformed into the next state of flux that clean slate of the now is ready redefine the now using yesterday’s palette paint a new tomorrow
© 2017 michael d emmerich
inspiration, that which born from not knowing drives us to discover to tackle the uncertain in the hope that certainty arrives grasping at the uncertainty of life pushes us to embrace that continuum of not knowing if or when certainty will arrive but arrive it will turning the unknown into the known that empty canvas into the most majestic sunrise on a glorious new day flush with new discoveries
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My 55th birthday poem, a present to myself …. you decide if it is inspiring or depressing ….♥
closer to the edge
day by day
I skirt the sepia
my darkness
my solitude
I’ll lock the door
block the door
maybe step outside
and change the world
welcome to my world
my inner eternal battles
where even blood is gray
when coagulated by time
hope pushes out fear
pain and despair
is it all in vain
as I chase the gray
tears from above go whence? after they fall tears of love, grief, joy cutting paths leaving scars at journeys end what becomes of them do they remain? as vessels filled with pain and love to heal or to harm? either way they have a story to tell which must be heard
© 2017 michael d emmerich
My father would have been 83 today, sadly he passed away 4 years ago (can’t believe it’s so long without him). I wrote this poem last year on his birthday, I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. “My Fathers House” by Bruce Springsteen was playing as I wrote this eulogy last year.
fathers are refuge from the storms of life when that safe port passes on when the lighthouse fades all that is left are the memories memories never fade they are never forgotten or passed over they remain memories shine through the mists of time even when the lights fade and no one lives there they remain constant, eternal not ethereal these remain, never forgotten what was once real is now no longer the reminders of your love do not fade they remain through the years we walked different paths they diverged and merged over the years at the end they had become one constant reminders of our togetherness unconditional love learnt remains
© 2016 michael d emmerich
this life this mortal coil to be or to live shedding this toil just how long is the life we choose to live close your eyes and dream if you dare gaze through the window what looks back in the stain-glass an image a reflection or nothingness look beyond the window into the distance at our own possibilities over the horizon beyond the veil a probable future awaits ........ tear that veil
© 2017 michael d emmerich
easy is the hand that holds the gun steady as you pull the trigger bloody is the hand guided by the steady hand on the hilt uneasy lie the tablets as calm hands hold the water jug its not murder its not death just doing my job not my doing not my responsibility just following orders not even gods will nuremberg defence is no defence at all use your conscience and object
© 2017 michael d emmerich
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