love is beauty wrapped
in the seconds of one’s life
stop, linger longer
taste, savour
and just breathe
ensuring this moment in time
is frozen and not forsaken
be enfolded, firmly,
yet with tenderness
just linger and be seen
© 2021 michael d emmerich
© 2021 mikesnexus.com
Reading a few of my poems at an arts festival this weekend … excited, nervous, unsure … first time I will be reading my poems in a public domain, exposing my thoughts, emotions and journey to strangers, in person. Totally different feeling from posting them online or reading to a friend now and again. Possibly the next step in me moving into a more “serious” position on my writings. 😱📖🤔
Selected 5 poems to read (doing some practice readings) , will gauge the audience a see how many they can handle.
#mythoughts #mypoetry
at the centre of his imagination all is blurred or veiled this continual tussle between reveal or shadow inevitably creating a journey of suspense allowing for at times, no resolution or closure retreating into these lost shadows this private reticence of an untold, nay oft told story out of sight, off camera might become an annoyance but is it not the journey rather than that, never reached destination that casts the longer shadow and matters more?
© 2021 michael d emmerich
© 2021 mikesnexus.com
burdens weighing you down
solitude standing wounded bruised
will never be the same again
yet, struggling to remain
this warrior struggles to remain relevant
is there beauty in the dissonance?
compassion doomed to atrophy
but yet expectations remain
father time approaches
veiled with the cloaked of deceit
bearing down as one avoids
that stinging gift
I am awake it’s not over
expectations of invincibility despite
having had enough
lurching back into the fray
that next rubicon beckons
cold helpless alone
coming together joining as one
together we’ll cross the river
the only way to beat death
is to live
…..
the only way to live
is to have hope
…..
the way to have hope
is to have courage
……
pushing on gives optimism
whatever begins, ends
© 2021 michael d emmerich
© 2021 mikesnexus.com
battered, bruised
used and abused
but not destroyed
deception, lies and bullshit
no bond just a hypocrite
is their holy writ
the weight presses down
yet ...
when the call goes out
the deal goes down
I’m still willin’
coz I care
…….
unlike some
how long must one endure? giving up not coz I don’t care but because others don’t I’ve fuckin’ had enough stepping back from life’s bullshit fighting a losing battle trying not to lose war by losing the battle how deep must one dig? until you find it all, then to discover maybe you still do ….
© 2020 michael d emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com
I
the last autumn leaf cleaves
bone tired, refusing to fall
grasping the weathered phalange
extending from the gnarled skeletal branch
reaching ….
by a mere filament it hangs
to stubborn … or
too tired to fall
II
that feeling, at days end
when the marrow has been sucked
from the core of your life
when you just too tired to sigh
……
yes, one of those days
that’s how I wake up these days
© 2020 michael d emmerich
© 2020 mikesnexus.com
Sad but true – far to often I get caught up in this type of corporate greed, where for a few dollars more or an attempt to save on a budget line item …. staff/practitioners are put at risk. Here we go again … just for a few dollars more on our bottom line lets see how we can fuck you over whilst you slave away on the ground in the middle of a pandemic, let me count the ways I can fuck you over salary, equipment, medications .. oh I’m sure I will find a way; to increase my “cost saving” bonus at year end … but don’t worry says the fat cat – while he sits at home; sees his family, sips his whiskey and enjoys the comforts and human touch, whilst those of us in the trenches have (as usual) none …
Take a read at the poem in the link below … nothing changes …they always the same, no matter how many times they revisit their values and mission statements at fancy weekend management conventions ..
https://mikesnexus.com/2016/02/21/the-banality-of-corporate-deceit/
home is where we start
but not where were it ends
the pathway from birth to death
is littered with choices
collected, used, stored, discarded
some stones sparkle and tempt
others lie cracked, damaged, exposed
by life's harsh realities
yet there is value in these damaged stones
and then, one day, I will die somewhere
against my will or another’s
but not today
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