Rising above my fears,
Steers my projection,
In the direction of my reflection.
A collection of experiences,
No one has clearance to,
Creates my personal view,
And situations i go through.
Repeating until i learned what to do,
The true reason you feared,
Clearing it from the wheel.
Feeling free for just a moment.
"ENCROACHMENT"
An event triggered the scent,
It went even faster now I'm bent,
Sent reeling into emotions,
A commotion you could hear,
Draws the fear offsides,
Inside pressure is rising,
Deciding how its revealed,
Really hiding a dig deal,
The solution concealed,
Until the pollution is cleared,
Another fear goes down,
I'm bound to find more,
When exploring why I'm here,
Steering clear from what I know,
Getting lost in the shadows,
Growing towards the light,
Fighting fears in my sight,
Face-Everything-And-Rise,
You might get a surprise.
I'm on the mental battlefield, my pen is my sword
Giving up now is what I simply cannot afford
I'm gathering momentum, I'm picking up pace
For a while I was second but I'm now in first place
There will be no retreat, the white flag won't be waved
I've helped so many people but I have so many more to save
I offer heart, I offer strength and I also offer fight
Take my hand and join my side, let's head towards the light
Where you find yourself right now, I have been there too
If you work hard you see results, I found this to be true
Everything I do, I do for my partner and my son
It's up to me to protect them both, they are the bullets in my gun
I'm a viking, a soldier, a warrior at war
I have a blueprint for survival and it contains no flaws
I've spent time in the trenches, i was planning my survival
The day i ran over no man's land was when my strength made its arrival
I don't settle for mediocrity, second best simply will not do
I believe that we all deserve to be happy, this is my personal view
To my peers I want to leave them this piece of advice
Do not be hateful, be kind and be nice
My personal view of MY own poet’s duty
is to write for folk who are not too snooty
Poetry ‘experts’ may look down their nose
at the simple poetry that I compose
When I read a poem I don’t want to wallow
in archaic language that’s hard to swallow
I like lively lines not stuff that’s boring
want to enjoy reading and not start snoring
I don’t often write about sport or politics
But I may write of ‘Ron Dump’s’ latest tricks
I just cannot write a romantic sonnet
as love poems make me want to vomit
I could write about the birds and bees
and pretty flowers and wind in the trees
But many other poets write similar words
so I buck the trend and I write about turds
I guess I’ve developed quite a quirky style
but my overall aim is to make people smile
What’s right for others may not suit me
but we can unite by writing our poetry!
So who am I to say what’s wrong or right
if you get an idea then write, just write!
A Poet’s Duty Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Beth Evans
10/07/20
after cancer-
quotidian....a thanksgiving day
Red man, green man,
black, yellow, blue or white;
everlasting hate or never-ending fight.
Who cares man?
The unclean race lives every place;
perfection is a term of personal view.
The color red is but a shade of blue,
but life itself is the most lovely hue.
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