Poetry Part 1

I wrote these poems back in 2005. I would catch the bus everday and head to work and over the course of a year, I was inspired to write on my observations of everyday activity and what was going on in my head. But once that year was over, I simply didn't write anymore...

Just realised that blogger has a word limit.  When you post in excess and preview the post, it comes up blank - hence why I need to post as Poetry Part 2.

Journey
Kelvin once said to me
How long does it take to crawl a mile?
It’s a long slow distance, hurts
Especially on all fours
You would be tired,
The 4 minute barrier is unthinkable
You are better off running
And what is this imperial distance anyway?

Who would name their baby Kelvin?
As a first name, seems to me its all about absolute zero
Nothing moves at that temperature
Not even time or thought, past, present, future
The 4 minute barrier has become eternity
Still, motionless
Exhausting
Waiting
To crawl a mile.

Anchor
Such a powerful motivator is
The designer Anchor
A simple crossing of your fingers
When a performance went well
Now the stomach is knotted with butterflies
Re-live that scene
And activate that Anchor
To perform once more at your best.

Coffee Call
Instant at home - black no sugar
Plunger in town
Percolated at work
Short black never lasts long enough
Long black.....
Vanilla flavoured makes me sick
Liqueur only after dinner
Tried eating coffee beans
As an antidote to a hangover
Cappuccino, flat white, latte or decaffeinated don’t make the grade
Milk shake disgusting, iced not much better But a 4 litre tub of ice cream - alright!
Will always go back to a mug size or two of Turkish.

Girl
Every afternoon
My heart skips a beat
Sitting on the bus
Is a beautiful girl
With a flower in her hair.

Naked Neck
That curve
Smooth and soft
To kiss her naked neck.

Wobbly Courage
Suddenly woke
Anxious, reached for next to nothing
Cold

I cried out, really a croak
Daunting
This cruel blindfold

Get up, slowly
Pain in spirit
Body follows

Wobbly
Courage now, deliberate
Fly Apollo.

Revenge
Seek revenge
Bittersweet taste
But heed the advice
A Chinese Proverb
Better dig two graves
One for your enemy and one for yourself.

Darkness
My vision
I see dark long hair
And am in collision
With large lagoon eyes in despair

Pain mixed with sadness
Deep and hollow
There's kindness
But I just can't follow

Regret and fear
I look to past time
In this atmosphere
To commit a crime

Anger and sorrow
Tears of rage
Got to borrow
But can't disengage

Those lagoon eyes
Hopeless
Tried to ratify but misapplied
Warmness.

Friday!
Such a struggle sometimes
To get through the week
Between-times
Let’s all take off in a caïque

A mathematical brainteaser
Called Sudoku
Just can’t do it in the freezer
While eating tofu

Even drinking coffee
Doesn’t soften the blow
And licking too much Toffee
Swear I saw a UFO.

Finally!
Friday is here
Leisurely
I’m drinking beer.

Lips
Sweet taste, lips creasing
Your creases lock onto mine
Lips move, new ones form
Now slick with saliva
Hunger
Explore
Need air
Part with regret.