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These Four Walls – National Poetry Day

The first Thursday in October is National Poetry Day, and long time readers of this blog will know that I write poetry every once in a while. This years theme is ‘remember’, so I’ve chosen to share a poem I wrote back when I was 21. This poem is about a guy desperately trying to remember an intimate moment from his past, to stop it from slipping away and disappearing from his conciousness forever; and hoping that somehow, somewhere, she’s doing the same thing.

These Four Walls

These four walls talk less than they once did.
If I’m falling through a dream, into the real world;
can I follow a moment, and recreate the scene?

The intangible twilight and unspeakable senses,
a flawless hand could touch, but what?
A choice too boundless to imagine.
To hug the shore of unbroken law,
and beat the seams of every undreamt dream.

Flows of comes and goes, and the night of never-ending.
Then face the truth? And never see you again?
Since the change in pace, my heart has beat in one place.
The place you were, and left tired since.
See goodbye, but fake a new hello.
Why over remains? When everything else will go?

Without this flow of running lust,
and time ever after heartbeats forgot.
Custom a reason, or facet a plan,
I’m making my statement, to do what I can.
Come with me or reprieve, take a chance or make me leave.
I can’t watch your back again, when faces beautiful seldom fly from dreams into these four walls.

One final touch, won’t satisfy my lust.
Take a please, and find a place for me.
I won’t bother the dreams, just tuck into your head,
make a bed and sleep in your conscience.
Just to know I’m there will be enough,
to return to these four walls again.

National Poetry Day

Today is national poetry day, and as the long-time readers of this blog will know, I am privy to a bit of poetry every once in a while. Kind of cheating because I wrote this poem in the spring of 2011, and it doesn’t fit in with the theme of water, but hey-ho. You know those times when you have an important deadline at work, but while sat at your desk your mind can’t help but think about something else… someone, else?


I tried to write a line today,
Then you crept in my mind,
A smile swept across my face,
That I couldn’t leave behind.

I push the thought outside my mind,
To help my rhythm flow,
But soon it works its way back in,
And all my motives go.

I’ll imagine us in swimming pools,
In some faraway place,
And remember how you make the world,
A far more humbling space.

Why words on paper can’t compare,
To any of your charms,
And a thousand days I couldn’t bear,
Without you in my arms.

I cast my mind back to my desk,
Where all my thoughts must stay,
But how I’d wish, I could just kiss,
Your lips just once today.

BEDA: A Poet At Heart

Blog is such a funny sounding word. B-L-O-G. Who’s idea was this?

I feel like we’ve got to know each other over the many years of writing this blog. Over the years I’ve shared a few of my poems on these pages: Leaving, New Sunrise, Every Day, The Moment and Never Too Late. I still write occasionally, when I need to. I find the process just helps me get my head straight, the actual end result is a happy by-product. Every one is very special to me because it reminds me of how I felt at a particular moment in my life, which makes them difficult to show to other people.

Time heals all wounds, and today I want you to read a couple of short poems I wrote back in 2010. Seems like a millennium ago. I was finishing my second year at university, and had a placement lined up at Sony starting in the summer. I had a group of close friends who I couldn’t live without, and I couldn’t be happier.

Time To Smile

The flow of time can be a trial,
But not when I’m with you;
For every time I see you smile,
It makes me smile too.

Little Things

Sunshine on a rainy day
Cut grass and summer dew
The calling birds and morning breeze
Or the moment I hold you

Control My Heart

This head has many secrets
From when we said goodbye
The heart did not control my brain
And the moment passed us by

I don’t know when we’ll meet again
But I hope it can be soon
And maybe then you’ll see the pain
My heart can put me through

Back To Me

Sing back to me,
To the soul of my brittle thoughts,
Clasp the treasure of this moment,
Calm the heartbeat time forgot.

Say back to me,
Let me long deeply in your eyes,
Soft words spoken through your lips,
Catch my mind, see you inside.

Whisper back to me,
Let your breathing count to mine,
Place our warmth together,
Hold me close to lead the blind.

If time could last forever,
And hate and war could stop,
I’d ask you “stand beside me,
And show love time forgot.”

until tomorrow x

Never Too Late

I can’t hear forever that is just a word
No time for sweet nothings I just don’t deserve
To pursue all my dreams when all courage is blurred
I can’t make a start before I lose my nerve

My life can begin when the comfort can end
When regret can’t be made from the smiles we can mend
Imperfection will come when the perfect arrives
And the shadows will shine on through everyone’s lives

A quicker life written when written in twos
And the words that are written my way cannot lose
Any dream can go bad when it’s thought to decay
And I’m busy too busy doing nothing today

We’ll never be younger than we are tonight
So fill all my memories without a fight
Be my Sunday morning like there’s no tomorrow
And never let our beating hearts feel more sorrow

Breathe through the oxygen take me away
Talk less and say more in this moment I pray
You can’t find yourself you’ll just have to create
Be who you can cos it’s never too late

Ants in my kitchen!

Work has been restored as a verb in my dictionary this week after getting a start on most of my revision and coursework. Still lots and lots to do, but at least progress is being slowly made.

Come Friday afternoon it was time to relax, for the weekend had arrived rather suddenly. I went out to a pub in town with some chemists before eating at Wagamamma’s. That is the second time I’ve ever eaten there and I love the food. It’s got such a rich taste and very filling. Once we we’re all noodled out, it was time to be strudeled out (yes, strudeled has been a verb in my dictionary for some time…). So back to my place for dessert and Monopoly. Had a great evening and it was a great way to start the week.

On Saturday I headed home to go to a wedding. It was the wedding of my old babysitter (as one link goes…) and it was such a lovely afternoon. It was the first church wedding I’ve ever attended and it’s such a great experience, I recommend everyone I know to get married as soon as possible :P

Sunday was back working at Tote. Long day taking bets, but still enjoyable nonetheless. I’m working again next Saturday, so trying to make the most of Easter while I can…

Next week is going to be another week of revision and coursework, but it has to be done…

The video from the boat trip at the end of March has subsequently been finished this week:

  • Happiness. 6 out of 10
  • Tiredness. 3 out of 5 (was sleeping on the train :P)
  • Workload. 10 out of 10
  • Last Meal. Sandwiches while at Ascot
  • Song of the day. Daniel Powter – Bad Day
  • Thought for the day. talk less. say more.
  • What I’m Doing Now. Looking at the 4 poems I wrote on the train yesterday without really thinking, and trying to decide what they mean…

Outstanding is Done

I’ve spent the last few days being really productive I feel. Getting lots of small things I’ve been meaning to do for ages out of the way. It’s all in preparation for Easter which is turning more and more into 3 weeks of solid work every hour…

Still, you can enjoy the little things in life. I think I’ll share a poem with you today. This one’s called Every Day.

There is a rhyme I fail to write,
For every time we meet;
A knot that tightens in my mouth,
For every one heartbeat.

When time and time I cannot say,
The words that feel so true;
When every day I want to live,
I want to live with you.

  • Happiness. 6.5 out of 10
  • Tiredness. 2.5 out of 5
  • Workload. 9 out of 10
  • Last Meal. Josh Hot Pot!
  • Song of the day. Matti Paalanen – Hollow
  • Thought for the day. Don’t think about it…
  • What I’m Doing Now. Wanting to sleep, but cant :(