Poems

Fun times with friends
is always a good time
to have fun and not to cry

To have joy
and jolly good fun
so you cannot be a dumb

Imagine there was freedom to believe,
Soldier attacking me and asking me to leave,
I was in a cell there and then,
Surrounded by a bunch of criminal men

In the canteen getting beats,
Then asking me what I want to eat from a selection of meats,
People in the open space lifting weights,
Then them saying that I have no mates.

After eating my gruesome meal,
But at least it was not an electrical eel,
See men wiping their tears,
On the other hand men holding spears

I know this might seem as a misery,
But when I’m free this will be ancient history,
At least I’m not crying like a wimp
Crazy men acting like chimps

I’m not crying tears of dread,
Other people putting pillows under their beds,
People holding their cuddly toys
Fortunate people looking at alloys

I can’t wait to get out,
Then climbing up a mount,
Hearing people rev their cars
And then eating Snicker bars

Going to steel poles,
I will see my family
And I will make them so happy

On the sand I saw a shell,
the shell had been washed up by the tide.
I said, “Come, shell, come.”
But the shell, as if by magic, flew away,
and was taken far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
I wonder if the shell will reach my grandad,
far, far away,
right to the other side of the ocean.
Maybe he will find it one day.

I started running
Across the streets, at night
My eyes open
Arms swaying back and forth
Like a train
Running on the roads
Houses passing by
Trees go behind
Soon,
Everything I see is a blur
Parks, gardens, street lights
All smudged up together
And I have a sharp pain in my side
With tiring lungs
And a wheezing heart
I force my tormented feet
To keep moving
Sweat races down my cheek
As I stop to gasp for breath
Winded and spent
I know that I am
Exhausted

The world feels grey
When all is lost
Still, hope is determined
It takes a paintbrush
And allows you to
See the world
In a different light
It colors the trees
The orchards and gardens
It colors the sky
The birds and clouds
It colors the forests
The animals and insects
It allows you to start again
On a blank canvas