Short poems

I’m still here.

I’m still there.
29/07/18

I love how I can simply reach through the screen and run my finger down your chest to let you know I’m still here.
In your mind.
Beside your side.
When you need to hide or the kind when you have to look behind.
That’s what was.
Not what’s here, reach out, don’t stop.
You’ll see me softly behind if you look long enough through a mirror.
The hazy apparition still holding your hand.
That chance encounter you’d not planned.
A memory of potential you’d dare not which believe.
Crazy in our faith.
Then we don’t have Christmas eve?
Call it ESP, telepathy, call it astral travel.
It’s all the same to me.
How I can simply be.
How I can simply be.
© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Don’t forget the water.

Don’t forget the water.
29/07/18

Forgive me father for I don’t believe in the peacefulness and serenity of family.
Have you heard mine?
I don’t believe it all happens in time.
Forgive me for unrhyming lines.
Peppermint pomegranate.
“Daddy can we make the biggest flower ever today?”
The blues immediately washed away.
“What do you mean baby?”
“Well, we plant a seed under the ground and it grows today and really, biggest one ever! Shines down on all the world!”
I laughed. “Okay baby”
“Daddy, don’t forget the water!”
She’s right you know.
I forgot the water.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Lack of a smile.

Lack of a smile.
28/06/18
The only difference is the lack of a smile.
All worthwhile, dark clouds change things.
We push light out.
More doubts.
On a plus note you’ve let more out.
Grow and learn.
Equalized progression.
Less highs maybe but better navigation.
Move up without trepidation.
Quick march!
Equal and opposite reaction.
Dramatised dogma.
Why did you never speak of your father?
© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Bubbles.

Bubbles.
26/06/18

It bubbles and brews when unreleased.
It angers and darkens.
The pressure increased.
I snap and churn, start to burn.
Throw fuel on fires I years unlearned.
I will be heard.
I’ll smile at teased.
Don’t prod the wolf.
He may bare teeth.
You’ve not seen what lies beneath.
It bubbles and brews when unreleased.
© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Pimplicity.

Pimplicity.
20/06/18

I do cherish my simple life.
Which is why I keep getting into trouble for removing the things which don’t keep my life simple.
Complexity for example.
The very sound of the word alone creates visions of a city, over run by nuisance noise by nuisance neighbours with nuisance girls and boys with nuisance noisy toys, and extra long pointlessly wordy sentences, yes definitely long sentences.
Simplicity, an implicit pimple.
Pimplicity.
© G.P Williamson 2018

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Short poems

Bad dad

Bad dad.
04/08/2018

Bad dads….lost days all the time I had.
I watch you playing alone when I’m here watching, can’t assist.
It’s sad, there’s only you I miss.
I watch your eyes glaze slowly and hold hope to calm strokes from your eyes where the hair pokes.
I gently mop your brow from the unholy tears, how have you coped all these years?
You grew up in seconds before me.
If this is a test from god I object, objectively.
Stand proud at the helm of reason and sentence him myself to treason.
I love her and she’s my reason, for living.
Whilst you’re stood grieving, know.
Know it’s in you all my dreams are living.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Daisy chain my name.

Daisy chain my name.
2/08/18

I don’t want a pocket full of poseys.
I want a heartbeat in a jar.
I don’t want you wearing my skin,
But I want you not too far.
I don’t want your love creamed like a lotion,
But I’ll have you swallow ocean after ocean.
I don’t want to lay claim to fame.
I want your daisy chain to write my name.
I don’t just want those intricate lips to lay me tender.
I want to have you surrender, surrender, surrender.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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