Long Risk Poems
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Yorkshire terrain
Country road
Street lights dim
Open go
Rooftop down
Windy sky
Birds fly by
Accelerator drive
Through the bends
Speed like lighting flies
Mind racing hard
Caution cries
Valley road
Hill tops kiss the sky
Feel the power
V6 cry
Push it harder
Push it wide
Adrenaline feeds
Danger collides
Push it harder
Challenge the risk
Feel your soul
Scratch the itch
Corner taking
Sharp and wide
Blind top approaches
Feel the drive
Hear the thunder
Charge your mind
Feel serenity
Clarity of mind
Feel the presence of ones you’ve lost
Feel the broken dreams and realise the cost
Feel the pressure of life fade
See the wreckage that you’ve made
See the body of a broken man
Know what’s left of your life died on that land
A strange quiet fills the air
A strange feeling of complete despair
A strange arrogance that did not die
A strange place to be - the other side
Now your dead
Know your dead and know for why
Ive become transfixed by you.
There's really nothing I can do.
And now since then, I've loved the view.
Its so damn hard to believe,
All these thoughts my mind conceived.
What if it makes you want to leave?
I want to know that this is real,
And so I'll voice these things I feel.
See, I found this song that makes me think...
Man for that? Id toss the sink,
Id follow that straight to the brink!
And then we to got to know each other,
We couldnt help but see one another.
There was always more to discover.
The talks were effortless,
Time became measureless.
We told each other what we thought would be the death of us.
You showed me how you stay calm in a tempest.
We were open in a way that left me breathless.
The more you showed, and the more I saw...
The more I was just in awe.
To be who you are... Despite all that Pain?
All that Love? All that Care?
Its completely insane!
So few people have a shot at amazing.
Something thats real. Something sustaining.
A Garden they would Die maintaining.
To even feel that theres potential,
That itself is something special.
So If theres a chance it could be mutual.
If you can trust me through the unusual...
Ill turn a feeling thats only conceptual.
Into something that's endless...Perpetual.
I will not waste one more day,
Afraid of what I need to say.
For what I feel that this could be,
Id risk it all. Air land and Sea.
This kind of thing can set you free.
A "Come what may, it's You and Me."
I write this to relieve all doubt.
For the feelings I have, and what they're about.
Its Hand in Hand, No matter the Route.
I'll give you my all to be Devoured.
Day by day, hour by hour.
I'll water this Garden, I'll build that Tower.
And ill do it for you... My Sunflower.
Kindness consists of love in action,
not just feelings of warm fuzzies.
It’s done not in self-interest,
but is repaid in other ways.
Staying selfless, not selfish,
not transacting one-sidedly,
it makes both parties smile,
even bringing joy’s tears.
Acts of kindness are intentional,
not accidental or involuntary,
but may be random in effect,
spontaneous, unrehearsed,
unplanned, unpredictable,
arising from circumstances.
Scarcely seen, kindness is
unpracticed, uncommon,
unusual, surprising,
like a unicorn sighting.
Kindness involves risk and is not foolproof,
sometimes backfiring and going so wrong.
Good Samaritans sometimes get sued or killed,
but kindness consequences are worth the risk.
Kindness should stir hearts
and slake poignant thirsts
of not just friends and family
but everyone everywhere.
Kindness acts may be minute,
overlooked by the masses,
but its effects are not negligible.
Kindness punches up for its weight.
Big things consist of countless connected crumbs,
and even dewdrops of kindness ripple out in waves,
touching others, who touch others, who touch others,
and helping heal the countless wounds in our world.
(See also my poems “The Golden Road of Kindness” and “Quantum Acts of Kindness.”)
“The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.” ~ Blaise Pascal
How does your decision process work,
extracting clarity and a course of action from the murk?
I'm sure that, for you, it works out fine,
insofar as your methodology is different from mine.
I begin by pondering my choices,
but find inside my head there are two voices.
I scratch my head, and begin to reflect,
asking myself which is most morally correct.
When all is said and done,
which hurts others least, and which is best for number one?
What is the reward? What risk would be incurred?
What is the probability of the result that is preferred?
I make a list of cons and pros,
and assign weights to each of those,
and after hours, days, and weeks of pondering,
I'm still at a loss to solve my "quandering".
Then, I instantly do what I knew I'd do all along,
and find that my decision was all wrong.
A Life Bereft Of Healthy Risk = >
Absolute Zero Value
Spectator role questioned,
(sans existence, no more
relegated to sidelines), else
yours truly cannot endure
foregoing one after another
golden opportunity to restore
adrenaline rush say jumping
without parachute, (egg nor
ring danger), yea donning wax
feather & wax wings like yore
Greek Icarus, the Greek son
of Daedalus, who did ignore
sage counsel, and blithely fore
went and did not heed score
one, asper plunging to death
yes, a myth, but trotted out
communicating, how I do abhor
venturing off the tried and
true path of familiarity sure
lee avoiding, though contempt
chew us of insularity, + predict
ability nonetheless found call
lore ring within figurative lines
falsely cocooned against popular
misconception exemption threat
ten ning body, mind, or spirit more
to appease false sense of security,
hence, I share plight with Alice in
Chains, not so wonderland deplore
ring this man in the box chicken
s**t to roost stirring outside floor
rill and fauna of invisible walled
din existence ruminating...glore
re: us such insane notion tubby
abducted, kidnapped, stolen...,
no ransom $ asked 4 herbivore
writer of such questionable whim
just airing such nonsense appeases
foolish of this pug nose schnorrer!
Cocoa tacos and cacao pizza,
fudge fries for sweet crème dipping;
I missed one! Forgive my amnesia;
A jello slide right into gumballs,
just be careful how you ride down;
Children are accosted by its falls;
The root beer float can refill itself,
so stay mindful of your limit;
Cannot be wise to inflate yourself;
Rosy field of strawberry shortcake,
You can eat it but at your own risk;
Berries bite it’s not an easy bake;
Chicken and waffles at every hour
dressed all over in sugared maple;
They won’t sweeten someone sour;
Look up at neon marshmallow moons,
grab ‘em for drinks that glow in the dark;
Stir them with candied edible spoons;
Vanilla mountain with a peach flume,
things missed in Wonka’s chocolate room.
Berlin was the last time we saw each other's eyes
Berlin was different then
Berlin was the last time I saw her beautiful smile
Berlin was once my friend
Berlin before the shadow stole the light
Berlin risked lives on the sharpest knives
Berlin is where the bunker lies
Berlin was where it ends
I never returned to see Berlin
I never said goodbye to my friend
I thought she'd never get out alive
When the mission blew up both ends
I now stand on the city line where once I waited for my comrade, my lover and my friend
I step into Berlin to see her ghost in time but nothing comprehends
I hear the guns, I hear the cries
The silence of death and screaming nightmares never lies
I see a figure looking at the point of line
I see a figure, a female, aged of war and time
I see a lady I think I once knew for a time
I walk toward her with a tearful smile
I hold out my hand and ask her to go and risk the extra mile
She smiles and says so many years have passed since she stood here waiting for her friend
So many tears for losing sight in a mission to bring it to an end
As she reaches for my hand she looks into my eyes
Tears flow behind the shimmering view of love lost to that fight
We stand and realise who we are, she steps over the line
The war, the mission, the memories and risks now are dead in time
Berlin is where I see her beautiful smile as we stand here hand in hand
Berlin was where we once lost love
In Berlin we found our love again
If old men fought the wars
Would there be quite so many?
Maybe we’d reach a stage
Where we’d not fight any.
Life becomes more precious
With the passing of years
The realisation of mortality
Bringing its own fears.
Let the young live their lives,
No longer treated like cattle
Marshalled and forced to
Fight the old mens’ battles.
Let the old men go
To fight their own wars
Don’t conscript the future to
Go die for another’s cause.
If old men did the fighting
Perhaps there’d be more trying
To find a different solution if
Old men faced the risk of dying.
(D-Day 6th June 1944)
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[Verse 1]
Girl, I’m caught between the thrill and the fall,
Your shadow’s tracing cracks across my wall.
Electric hum beneath my skin,
Addicted to the mess I’m in.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail,
Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight,
Lost inside your soft, electric light.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Verse 2]
Late nights fade into the blue,
Scrolling through the silence, thinking of you.
Caught your new song on some late-night stream,
Is that me in the video, or just a dream.
[Pre-Chorus]
Whispers call me higher, but I grip the rail,
Chasing sparks that flicker — I can’t bail.
Every heartbeat’s a quiet fight,
Lost inside your soft, electric light.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Bridge]
No twelve-step for this kind of sky,
Cold sweats can’t make me say goodbye.
You’re the rush I fear, the fall I crave,
The steepest climb — still I misbehave.
[Chorus]
Acrophobia, yet I’m chasing the highs,
Hands shake — I cross your flashing warning signs.
You lift me like a fading light,
One more sip, but you’re still not mine.
No parachute, no soft landing hand,
Your love’s a wave I don’t understand.
Floating fast, breath held, knuckles white,
Acrophobia — still climbing tonight.
[Outro]
The higher I go, the harder I fall,
Your electric touch is my favorite thrall.
Caught in this loop, I won’t say no,
I’m high on the fear, so let’s go.
Note: This song is an echo to the ultra popular “Expresso” hit, from the guy’s point of view.
It could be true
I often wonder if there is a secret plot.
If the virus was human-made to reduce the number
of people living in poverty, and the old?
The minorities who live in inadequate cold housing have
high risk of catching the pest.
How can the poor keep the distance when living?
In tiny flats they cannot move, a lousy diet makes them vulnerable.
They die in record-high numbers.
It was like smearing the virus in liquid for on doors
and wait.
But the hidden elite was surprised who quickly the virus spread.
It affected their own, even a prime minister,
But he was known for having a loose moral and probably
Got it from a scullery maid, in his circle of toffs it is normal
Sleeping with a maid.
When a sufficient number had died of the vaccine was introduced
They had held back for many months it is free, and we are thankful.
And think not of revolution.