Best Step Too Far Poems
A step too far, brings right of passage to a ledge
Fluttering at cliff walls, pushing life’s brittle edge
A sheer instinctive thrust, with no trust to pledge
Now or never moment, undermines fear’s wedge
A chick leaps off, flailing frail wings fail to fledge
Featherweight of hope meets a ten-pound sledge
Crashing straight down, no safety net to dredge
Next guy flaps like mad, landing softly in a hedge
Strum on my wrecked nerves 'til I faint
cuffed and connected to your pick;
I'll be the oil on your guitar
hitting your pulse points with my gasp;
Left with need I'll have no complaint
except when the encore's a trick;
That just takes it a step too far.
like your hand on a broken clasp;
Turning you on with my desire,
becoming the craving you rasp.
Because of you, I learned to love
Because of you, I learned to trust
It was you who showed me how to feel
Took my dreams, made them real
You showed me what it means
To act without any fear
And seize the moment, trust your heart
To live in love and act the part
I trusted you, I loved you
And believed that you loved me
And that was real, all I could hold
That was the only truth I could see
And then one day, my world fell
Came crashing down around me
A late night call, a lie was told
And I lost all trust I’d come to know
Then the anger, and the pain
The arguments ensued
I knew inside you were hiding
But still, I believed in you
I tried to hold you, was pushed away
Both in your heart and with hands
You wouldn’t let me love you
And I just didn’t understand
Still I tried, until you screamed
And said such ugly things
That I withdrew my heart from you
Because I couldn’t stand the pain
Then one day, without a word
I watched you drive away
I waited for you to return
But you left my life that day
I remember the fear I held for you
Not knowing where you were
Never once suspecting
You had run away to her
My heart shattered, my dreams all gone
Left me wondering what I’d done wrong
I took the blame, believed your lies
And a part of me inside had died
Truth be known, the love remains
Some things inside will never change
I still want to believe your lies
Yet too often you see me cry
Because of you, my heart is torn
Because of you, I live with doubt
Afraid to step too far alone
Still waiting for the truth unknown
Not trusting anyone or anything
From the loss of faith, remembering
All the promises made and vows unspoken
A heart destroyed, but a love unbroken
I don’t know anymore who I am
And I surely don’t know who you are
You’re not the man I once loved so much
All that remains of him is my broken heart
And it’s all because of you…
After The Funeral
Tim had found his place after the party. Faring well in his urn he waited to be scattered. Compartmentalised, fragmented and united into two batches of memories.
Indian Ocean
Passionate love on beaches
Drift wood adventures
His friends and family celebrated his life. Lit a fire, gathered smoke and cherished what pastures had given them. Salutation, saltation and salt on sad skin. They rejoiced in ambivalent moments of loss and beginning. That was the easy bit. But Tim had always been eccentric and maybe the waves were too smooth on their own. Easy had not been his domain. Always up to challenges and arduous paths, het set a task even in death. ‘Go tell it on the mountain’.
Climb Mount Everest
Fresh air healthy exercise
Dust sprinkled on snow
Would his children rise up to the dare and defiance? Could they respect final wishes? Was it one step too far? Had it been jest and on whom was the joke? Strides upon strides they stumbled to the top of the world. Caressed their blisters and bridged ascent in meaning and closure.
Serene harmony
Stunning demise flying high
Carbon clouds condensed
Sometimes folks will go and pity us,
“Come out of your shell!”they always cry,
forgetting that it you do that to a turtle
the poor beast is going to die.
But still some folks insist they try.
Introversion, they never truly understand,
better to sleep on nails then have a hundred friends!
But they never realize they need us,
that we see what slips their view.
Hell, if anything, we see too much,
it’s why we need time away from you!
To sort out perception into truth.
A loner’s mind finds this no travail,
as they always say: God is in the details.
You read, and enjoy the movie screens,
they bring escape from weary days,
but to create all that you need someone
not afraid to sit with just their brain,
and daydream the hours away.
When they strike upon an amazing thing,
it fascinates the millions, makes the heart sing.
You like your phones and gadgets,
they’re a centerpiece of your life,
but what went into making them work
were the inwardly-focused running rife,
given the space to push and strive.
Using the kind of math most never learn,
they connected billions, for better or worse.
The music that inspires millions
came from Beethoven’s maddened mind.
But in person he was a sonuvabitch,
not the type who’d show you a good time,
downright unpleasant, most would find.
But I think many more would be annoyed
to live a life without the Ode to Joy.
Some others would not understand
that the science we take for fact
came mostly from a half-mad loner,
utterly bereft of taste or tact.
All These things Isaac Newton lacked.
Yet when that crazy bastard focused within
the age of modern science did truly begin.
In some ways it makes no sense,
to try and explain the way we are.
The outgoing cannot understand it,
to them it’s a step too far
to slink away when you could be a star.
Just keep in mind the next time you mock,
without us you’d all still be banging rocks.
You want something from me that I can not give
You think that I owe you so much just simply because I live
You think that I see you for something better than you are
Automatic respect and loyalty is just a step too far
Like an un-nurtured kitten, I'm now devoid of feelings that you seek
You've spent years punishing me for being 'his' son, looking for 'his' weakness in me
You're confused to see that unlike 'him' I've become
But remember three things before you ask me to kneel
YOU married him, you made me, yes...........but I did not ask to live.
He walked with a swagger,
a delinquent lagger and recidivist wagger
all his schoolboy days.
Joyridin on the Pare’ bus
he’d skylark and cuss just like one of us
as was his way always.
He was undeniably cool
but did piss off at school and play the fool
from bell to ringin bell.
Widely well liked as a peer
and but for the odd jeer had nothin to fear
but many a tale to tell.
He oft sat ready in class
but mostly half ar-se and exams barely pass
and interest feign.
Almost always in a scrape
lookin to mock or ape or some dare or jape
and felt a swingin cane.
He did the flyin fox fling
and legs and arms cling on the rope swing
with collidin force.
For dear life hands hangin,
blokes fallin and clangin into bodies bangin
on the Confidence Course.
He was a hurler of eggs
and till someone begs did charlie their legs
but it was all in fun.
A water bomb he’d let fly
when he’d up on high ambush a passer-by
abscondin on the run.
He under the gym below
with his friends in tow did hide and stow
lest they all be found.
Then one guy in the loop
dived through a hoop and the rest swoop
should it fall down.
He at lunch hour stood
all dutiful and good but not as he should
policin the tuck shop.
As monitor it was his job
to calm the unruly mob but not tell or dob
suckin on his lollipop.
He climbed out on a limb
and broke into the gym lettin his friends in
loadin up the bar.
Squattin and pressin away
liftin in the weight bay till fun and horseplay
went a step too far.
He was a classroom pest
out of uniform dressed on his own quest
and always in strife.
But in his heart he knew
what he needed to do lest bedlam ensue
and his foolin run rife.
He was a master pranker,
some say a wanker but he did hanker
for somethin more.
Girls thought him sweet
and fell at his feet goin crazy for Skeet
but his spell had no cure.
Written: February 2018
A Wind of Change
A wind of change ,blows over our land.
Scotlands destiny is in our hand
We had a chance to play freedoms dance,
Lies were told, promises sold,
By westminsters treacherous band.
A people torn between truth and lie,
A dream born , doomed to die,
To walk in the steps o, Bruce and Wallace,
A step too far for most of us,
Will we walk this path again?
With might,integrity and strength
Oer this land the breadth and length,
Speak of truth and unity,
As one , together sing one song,
Freedoms road will not be long.
Andrew McIntyre.
Don't invite a statue to your party.
Don't mess with beings made of stone.
Frail mortals are much more hearty,
so keep safely to weak flesh and bone.
Don Juan, that notorious rake,
seduced ladies, we know, by the score.
No loaf would he let overbake.
He had no time for morals and law.
His wickedness led to perdition.
He took many a step too far.
He bet on his deathbed contrition,
which at last just fate would debar.
Minefield
I wish I could navigate the minefield of my mind
Its corners dark and undefined.
One step too far, it all explodes
It explodes, my being erodes.
I walk through slowly with a hopeful face
Behind me, anxiety soon gives chase.
Anxiety stabs me, sanity's scorcher
And as I weep, I'm thrust to self torture.
Cut in the heart by worries future to past
I'm paralyzed to think this day is my last.
I break the mirror, shouting at my appearance
Meandering in camouflage is my only clearance.
I'm comforted by brief moments of peace
But it's back to the minefield as those cease.
I sit and smile as I amputate
In this personal hell I create.
And I shudder to think of an eternity bound
To this forsaken battleground.
words too
familiar
or too remote
defeat the purpose of which,
he wrote
was his
hidden
enigma
a step too far,
if no-one could open
his jar
Inspired by Johnson's famous dictum
Dying Star
A falling star; a dying heart.
A step too far for a shot in the dark.
A burnt out car; the ruins of a castle.
You cannot defibrillate love inside a hospital without a chapel.
A smile without fidelity;
Two eyes of glass.
A poison without a remedy.
Never take them back.
Clouds of clarity;
Give to charity.
Peace love and empathy…
Embrace the misery.
Let the sunlight shine,
Or find a place to hide.
We are all ugly on the inside.
Every day becomes a night.
Try to find your Feng shui,
Or find your own path.
Who can say,
When it is your time to begin again or to turn back?
Plant a foot;
Plant a seed.
Plant a thought…
Just make sure you succeed.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lines crossed cannot be uncrossed
For this no eraser exists
You read my words and imagine yourself there
You there in her place
Yet her place is my place
We are inseperable
Where she ends I begin
When she cries
tears fall from my eyes
When she smiles
my teeth are revealed
As she breathes
my chest rises and falls
My words not meant to cause pain
so I step back
I do not want you to step too far
I do not wish you to fall
Please step back
before you cross the line
Loaded Guns.
.
Windblown flosating discarded carrier bag
On an empty city street
The eerie silence of a ghost town
No mass of people and pounding feet
.
Rows of abandoned shops boarded up
And closed down
Rats breed like rats
And in daylight as night
Crawl around
.
The steam that used to flow with traffic
Now empty and dried up
Like the bars in which
We used to sup
.
Broken windows shattered glass
Graffiti scribbled upon public walls
Weathered metal cast fittings rusting fast
People claimed by the creeping reaper
The devils plague and ill winds he wafted in
A losing battle
In a war we can never win
.
Misleading information and media hype
Has turned each new day
Into an endless night
.
For foolish people didn’t listen
And now they reap what they sow
Infecting fellow innocent humans
They don’t care about or even know.
.
Loaded guns shooting in the dark
Destroying humanity
And a tired world apart
Man has taken a step too far
Going downhill fast with no brake
In a burning car
.
Hope be a slippery slope
But maybe all we have
We have to make the most of now
We are alive for now and should be glad
.
Time may not be on our side
And we need guidance and help from above
Time to wake up and abide.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
a step too far
breaking news
on my TV
I was surprise to see
my president again
as he utter his speech
I was interested and happy
to listen
I was full of hopes
not until my right was
seen as a step too far
what a shame
what a word
what a president
after 3months
away from the country
this was his message
but am sorry
my right is my right
our right is our right
the country is a mess
our economy is falling
speedily down
the people are disunity
as much as we claim united
our business are in closed
our wages are zero
and when we fight for
freedom
oh God I get confused
our President
say is
a step too far!