Good to see you posting again my chum
Impromptu Poem …
There was so much bad news on the telly
Got on my wick - bad news is so smelly
Especially when there is little I can do
But complain to myself when on the loo
Hey, but I know a good cure for a head in a muddle
And that is to grab the misses and have a damn good cuddle
Ah ah. This section is still here 
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Well, here is one - written without imbibing anything I might add.
WARNING CONTAINS DEPRESSING CONTENT
There is very sad scene - but one offering peace - where Maximus reaches out to a door that he needs to open, and wants to open, in Gladiator. It is death’s door. After losing his family life is a constant struggle. I suppose we can all draw similar parallels with this, or can identify with such emotions when life grows tiring.
I don’t mean to depress anyone but I like to analyse these times and emotions so that I can understand them. So here is a short poem regarding all this. Bit cheezy but hell knocked out in a few mins.
Death’s Door!
Down the slippery slope I go
But my nails cling to the side
KEEP AWAY FROM THE DOOR
But my feet slip and slide
Pastures new are calling me
Soft under foot and warm to boot
Soothing cool grass to brush my knee
A long time in root
But I won’t travel that path
Not yet, there are still things to do
Life still can raise a laugh
Or stir my blood anew
Don’t all cry at once …
I think I have been listening to too much depressing violin.
Confusion
My brain aches with the struggle of it all
Hours of constant forehead pain as it toils away
I know it is looking for the answer to avoid the fall
Never lets me down holding darkness at bay
I leave it to its work
It doesn’t take time off or shirk
Its responsibilties as it feels the need
To find the solution - to find the seed
Always the mild headaches are with me
Always the mind whirring away
Always - past and future
Always - night and day
But such is its design
Sees through everything in time
Shakes off the despair
And I breath the fresh air
Long time coming this time around
But I know to wait for its call
Its reasoning is completely sound
It is a part of me after all
Excellent 
Release
Deep are my feelings - hidden away
Very rarely seeing the light of day
But my own words have broken the seal
And they have surfaced with zeal
It feels good though unsettling to weep
But not so good when it is my own life
Why the tears are flowing - so deep
Is the sorrow - a wasted life of strife
Even so I feel better for release
Feelings held prisoner for so long
Eat away at a person’s inner peace
No wonder I rant and rave which is wrong
Words - just words can do this to all
Simple words formed in such a way
Can cause civilisations to fall
No wonder I cannot hold sway
Brilliant work there Mark, well done you!
Well done Mark, very moving…
One last one. Not so depressing this un - I think.
Taking me on
To share my life is asking for trouble
My life is anything but in a bubble
Raw it is and will pull you apart
I cast daggers at your heart
I rant and rave at all
Make you cast doubts - feel small
But most of my shouts are at me
Can you not see?
Mixed up I am from top to toe
I’m anything like your ordinary Joe
No, run as far away as you can
My turmoil is not a part of your plan
A few have come along for the ride
But fell by the wayside though I take no pride
In their downfall - it was never meant to be
I broke them like snapping a branch on a tree
So, beware of my smile
I can entrance and beguile
But underneath is an outsider you see
Born to run free …
Born to run free? not a member of the pack?
Reminiscent of an old flasher in a mac 
That works.
I missed this one Mark somehow
straight from the heart!
Only way to write surely 
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And here is another poem of mine but in musical form. Not played for years but considering it again. My style is such that I can shut my eyes and just go with my emotions. This one reflects my mood on a particular day. No real title to it but it is definitely very sombre but I think quite soothing too.
I like it and leaves me feeling relatively peaceful …
In the background is washing and some of my running trophies 
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A bit messy but there you go
I ventured forth and spied a tree
Sprouting out of the wall and waving at me
A perilous place - my immediate thought
But should it be saved and given support
And how did it come to plant itself there
Amongst the stones and landscape so bare
So did I owe the wall an allegiance
It had been there for decades, survived many seasons
And how many children had climbed on the wall
Did they scrape a knee or perhaps have a fall
Or were they quite happy to bask in the sun
And play childish games until dusk had come
Now should the tree be allowed a full life
Instead of being chopped down with my knife
These are the questions that filled my mind
As I pondered past lives and the passage of time
Families gone and children all grown
Long before this place was my home
The tree would grow tall and the wall might crumble
The harsh winds would blow making stones take a tumble
But birds and wild creatures would live in the tree
And watching their progress would bring pleasure to me
Oh what a dilemma - to find a solution
Without causing harm and my own retribution
Oh I say,the talent on 'ere just gets better and better.;-)…welcome back Rachel & Mark…good to see You both posting again.
Too good that is. Copied it from somewhere I bet .
SMACK
Have to admit that my proof reader suggested altering one line … which I did 
The line I was FORCED to alter is the 3rd one
Originally it started
Waving not drowning …
(as in the Stevie Smith poem) which often comes to mind
Thank you May
I liked that bit of music very much Mark, it was sad but with hope thrown in, nice to listen to lying out in the garden on a warm Summers evening with a glass of port and a cigar.
Lovely poem Rachel, you know your stuff, good for you.;-)