Billy Young's Blog - Posts Tagged "present"
9th March 2012
My poem came last in the competition at Absolute Write. Well someone has to come at the end I suppose but it was a little disappointing all the same. I did get a private message from one of the other poets saying they enjoyed it so that was a good pick me up. I had hoped it would do better though. I already posted it in my writing section of GoodReads.com and will add it at the end of this post so you can check it out. Let me know what you thing.
I’m looking forward to getting into my game this weekend as I’ve moved onto the third act in it which has opened up a new area for me to explore. Some of it I’ve already begun to nose around to get my bearings though there is still more to see. Though I have to watch the in game time as I have to be at a party to gather information as part of the story line. That is something that can easily lost, game time that is, when you explore a new area. It all adds to the fun.
Magz loved her present. It was a little gold locket and when she opened it up there was a little eighteen hanging inside. I hadn’t opened it in the shop so was rather surprised it was there. Magz though was excited by it as we’ve been together eighteen years. Lucky for me or was the Big Man upstairs looking out for me? I like to think the latter. So it was even more special to her. So thanks up there.
Well here’s the poem and please let me know what you think.
24/7 Fun?
Late at night
the buzzing cell
cried to be ignored
till days light exposed the snake’s bite.
The webs vastness made small
as spectres haunted through fb
spreading lies too easily believed;
coded threats by anom.
Mum’s wisdom to ignore
“sticks and stones,”
the thoughts behind
hidden in babble.
Dad’s “always fight back
don’t lie down,”
opened a gulf between,
now I see the anger
wasn’t for me.
My friends’
stood aside
watching the pain
offering little but words unheard,
hands unseen.
With every retreat
the distances grew
till loneliness consumed,
smothered in darkness
I could be no more.
Only in the last moments
the crystal light of family,
remembered joy in friends’,
did I see.
So I left
loved ones weeping
asking why,
yet never knowing;
filled with my regrets.
All for someone else’s
fun.
I’m looking forward to getting into my game this weekend as I’ve moved onto the third act in it which has opened up a new area for me to explore. Some of it I’ve already begun to nose around to get my bearings though there is still more to see. Though I have to watch the in game time as I have to be at a party to gather information as part of the story line. That is something that can easily lost, game time that is, when you explore a new area. It all adds to the fun.
Magz loved her present. It was a little gold locket and when she opened it up there was a little eighteen hanging inside. I hadn’t opened it in the shop so was rather surprised it was there. Magz though was excited by it as we’ve been together eighteen years. Lucky for me or was the Big Man upstairs looking out for me? I like to think the latter. So it was even more special to her. So thanks up there.
Well here’s the poem and please let me know what you think.
24/7 Fun?
Late at night
the buzzing cell
cried to be ignored
till days light exposed the snake’s bite.
The webs vastness made small
as spectres haunted through fb
spreading lies too easily believed;
coded threats by anom.
Mum’s wisdom to ignore
“sticks and stones,”
the thoughts behind
hidden in babble.
Dad’s “always fight back
don’t lie down,”
opened a gulf between,
now I see the anger
wasn’t for me.
My friends’
stood aside
watching the pain
offering little but words unheard,
hands unseen.
With every retreat
the distances grew
till loneliness consumed,
smothered in darkness
I could be no more.
Only in the last moments
the crystal light of family,
remembered joy in friends’,
did I see.
So I left
loved ones weeping
asking why,
yet never knowing;
filled with my regrets.
All for someone else’s
fun.
