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Best Poems Written by J Mckernie

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Expectations

As a young boy, I was told of life,
And how I must find a wife,
Settle down, produce a child,
And never again run free and wild.

If you believe this, and you may,
Then feel free to live life in that way,
But as for me, I feel caged,
My very soul enraged.

For how can we truly be free?
When it’s all planned what we should be,
To follow the plot and read the plans,
Takes our lives from our hands.

We each become pre-programmed pawns,
Waking each morning, controlled from dawn…
… till dusk.

But as for me, I wish to be free,
No-one taking control of me,
Dictating my daily acts,
Presenting me with the facts.

In a life like that, where’s the fun,
No-one allowed to laugh and run,
Everyone with a ball and chain,
Never feeling joy or pain.

So, I want to be totally free,
To know what I want and know what I see,
Not to be told what to feel,
But to know my emotions are real,

So release my heart from it’s vault,
Then, if it dies it’s my fault.

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Meaningless

You say everything means something,
But you treat me like I am nothing,
How can I make you realise,
You mean everything in my eyes.

To find you think my life’s a bore,
Makes my heart ache so sore,
Now listen to me as I tell,
How my lie has become hell,

To see these fools laugh and play,
Just makes me want to run away,
They always seem so content,
Always full of merriment,

While I sit and plan my road,
My brain goes into overload,
To understand these peoples mirth,
What’s the point? What’s the worth?

I just need a friendly hand,
To guide me to a happy land,
Where people are free to have their fun,
Never again having to run.

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The Cycle

Take me walking through your mind,
Travelling together, what will we find?
Your company keeps me going,
Only confused by never knowing,

Where we start and where we end,
Travelling onward towards the next bend,
Can our minds change our fate?
Or are we always destined to be late,

Whether dealt a fair hand or not,
We must settle for our lot,
As thoughts run freely through your head,
Your body lies still and dead.

All that stress
Has ended in a sorry mess,
Now through life’s invitation,
Appears a new generation,

To face the same pain,
And for what gain?
Still all the problems remain,
New bodies but recycled brains.