What is Poetry?

Poetry to me is en expression of self and an emotive release of life. The ebb and flow of daily or life experience that follows a few rules or no rules at all.

To Rhyme or not to rhyme ! That is the question!

Well to me as a purist I like rhyme in my poetry as is evedent by my work. But I also like to read the emotion in the words and the rhyme can not be forced. Good poetry flows like silk in the breeze and is written with an air of ease, forced rhyme can be seen and although has the poetic reference lacks humanity and emotion. Good, bad or indifferent emotion it is all good. I have often written prose whilst crying and drooling snot from my face and at other times been in total silence and sullen as well as with my headphones on listening to Dope or Metalica or Mudvane but I must admit my all time fav is the last great Ronny James Dio who was a master of the poetic verse.

Either way poetry should envoke emotion in the reader, I have often cried whilst reading a poem and clapped out aloud to myself! That is poetry in my opinion.

Do I have to rhyme

all of the time

To show you my life

with all its strife

I am not sure you see

But how can this be

Poetry is about you

In whatever you do

There is no reason

To be guided by season

As its what you feel

that makes it real

So go on and try 

You don't have to aim high

Just try I dare you not

Coz once you try you will not stop!

Graeme

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If Emotions were Colours - Poem for today

If emotions were colors

What would they be?

Read on my friends

And you will see!

If love feels pure, forever and right

Then it’s easy to see

That loves color, must be white

Anticipation has its cons and pros

With speed and hurry as a goal

Then its color can surly only be Rose

So Envy is always best not seen

It makes good sense then

That its color is deep emerald Green

Anger is associated with dread

And again it’s easy

The color therefore has to be Red

Surprise is hard, so what to do

Go with your instincts

And choose and beautiful sky Blue

Boredom is one I can’t understand

So to give it a color

It must be pale yellow and bland

Panic is one that makes me think

But with all that movement

It just has to be Pink

Lust is one I have to highlight

So beautiful and raw

It just has to be Violet

Disgust is silent and often not true

It is full of self loathing

And so is a mix of Purple and Blue

Trust is always good and clean

With no inhibitions at all

So my color for you is Lime Green

Fear is something I do not lack

And it follows me around at night

So its deep, dark foreboding Black

Happiness is the one to behold

And there is no other color to say

But beautiful bright shining Gold!

Copywrite - Graeme Hawke 2012

Join Me - My latest dark poem

Join Me

My life is full of ups and downs

And it’s lonely here when you’re not around

Why won’t you come and stay with me?

If you do you will most certainly see

That in my darkness there is room for two

And I simply must insist it be you.

There is nowhere to run and nowhere to hide

I will find you and have you by my side

For millennia now I have waited upon my throne

Sitting in the darkness of my soul all alone

Together we can do so much more than exist

We can ensure the suffering of others will persist

The queen of cold and vile sitting at my side

Will ensure the veil of death and despair will reside

Come and share your putrid flesh with the world

And let mortals see the beauty I have so long beheld

Copywrite Graeme Hawke July 2012

Poem of today - "Like A Stone"

LIKE A STONE

Like a polished stone I have a life

My time starts from heat and strife

The pressure it moulds and shapes

And leaves me part of a huge landscape

-

But as time passes I find my way

And in one spot I rarely stay

With the wind and rain as my guides

I take on new facets in huge strides

-

Time is nothing but fire and ice

With the passing I lose another slice

My outer shell is cracked and worn

And from my birthplace I am torn

-

I am now only half that what I used to be

And there is less and less for you to see

But I am unique, an individual to behold

A gem I was thousands of years past told

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I had started out to be loose and earthly

But a millennium of life and now I’m wealthy

I have lived and seen a million seasons

To see man evolving with unknown reasons

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And as a simple stone I found my way

To be with my family where I will stay

A precious gem never more to be alone

Not a bad ending for a humble stone

Copy write Graeme Hawke 2012

Poem of today - I Would!

I would!

Its days like today that make us think

As we look back and ponder life

I imagine where I would be today

If you weren’t my wife

I would not get to see your beauty

Sagging under gravity Each and every day

I would not get to kiss those lips

That looks like a cat’s ass coming my way

I would miss having to squeeze past

Your ample ass to get to the fridge door

So I could make you those meals

To add girth to those hips some more

I would have damaged hearing

Because without the plugs I wear

To drown out your constant drone

I would never know when you’re near

I would be mentally stable and fit for work

But instead I am home caring for you

Living off welfare and handouts

Just so you can complain you have nothing to do

I would be rich of mind and wallet as well

Instead I have nothing to show for my lifetime

But a closet full of your clothes and shoes

That used to fit once upon a time

I would be a smiling happy man

If I could get a word in a conversation

But I do what I am told always

And sit back and lament with reservation

I would be happy if sex wasn’t like the dentist

It’s as tedious and painful as pulling teeth

I thought it was supposed to be fun

But then I never know I’m always underneath

I would be a ecstatic if you fell

Hit the ground and split your head

The blood seeping slowly on the step

As I slept in the comfort of my single bed

I would be jumping for joy if you left

If you took off with another man

To torment and cause so much pain

And you left me with my limited time span

I would sing from the highest point

If you were on life support in intensive care

And It was my decision alone that caused

You to take your last breathe of air

I would pay someone to change you

Out of your diapers Morning and night

While I sold all your clothes and shoes

Hit the town, got drunk and started a fight

I would be a happy man if I knew back then

What I know now today

I would have dated your girlfriend

Been happy instead of claiming I was gay

I would be a happy man if you were nice

Where in the rule book does it say?

Treat him with distrust and hate

It’s no wonder I write poetry to get away

New Poem - "The Painted Smile"

The Painted Smile

Your job is to turn ugly frowns around

With your painted face, nose applied

You hide behind masks safe n sound

Is this the only way you can hide?

With a face as white as new fallen snow

Eyes that look at me with perpetual surprise

A painted smile so the sadness won’t show

No-one sees the silent sad tears he cries

But behind the facade is a monster in wait

He smiles and beckons you in his dank lair

That smells of old booze and oil face paint

Come on in and spend time if you dare

Behind those sad happy face drawn eyes

And a chin that is unshaven and bloated

There are a life time of hurt, pain and lies

That to the world at large is sugar coated

Is he evil or a sad man misunderstood?

Trying to eke out an existence in life

To find a love someone else if he could

Be lucky and stay out of trouble and strife

We all look on and stare at the painted man

Wanting to laugh with him but laughing at him

His clothes like a multicoloured oversize caftan

Not reflecting the shadows he lives in so dim

I smile and wave when you see one from now

Look on with ride and laugh not look down

Because if you don’t laugh you may have to bow

Before the dark, evil perpetual smile, of the clown!