A Little Night Poetry

Night time is a strange time; it has the ability to bring out the best and the worst in us.

It allows thoughts, some rational, and the most irrational, to play with your minds.

We have all, I’m sure, awoken in the early hours, where the smallest of problems have become such major issues in your mind, only to slip back to being insignificance the next morning.

I love the night time. I have been an insomniac, on and off, for the most of my life. As a writer, I find this is the best time to do most of my work, as there’s no distraction, and, for some reason, my mind feels clearer.

Tonight has been an odd night, as I have spent the night writing poems. You wouldn’t think this odd, as I am supposed to be a poet, of sorts. But for the last few years, I have moved away from poetry and written prose. 

But reading the poems back, I do wonder just how clear my mind is at this early hour, they are so varied, to say the least. Here’s two for you to make up your own minds.

I Am Pimp

I am pimp; I take your language and make it my own.

Your malleable words become mine to do as I wish.

What is your pleasure? What would you like me to supply you with?

I have a lovely pair of double entendres for you to look at!

Or maybe you prefer your expletives neat, and want full frontal titillation?

Do you want your words to disturb the mind and colour the soul?

What about something young and in your face?

I never judge; I like a bit of puerile myself from time to time.

Let my words play with your ears and wet your mind,

I can twist them, bend them, strip them, dress them,

 pay me your money and I shall supply them anyway you like them.

I am Pimp, I am pomp, I am poem, I am poet! 

Ten More Minutes, Please!

I feel your cold presence here in this room

See a fleshless vision through the gloom

I know it’s my time to walk with you,

But in my mind a few things I must do,

Grant me ten more minutes, please!

So I may again walk upon a golden sand

With the one I love hand in hand

Underneath the warm Mediterranean sun

With my legs once more enabled to run

Just ten more minutes, please!

So I may hold my children to my heart

And kiss their lips before we must part

Then sing out loud my favourite song

Amongst my friends where I belong

Then dance the steps of a thousand dances,

Relive the glares of envied glances,

To fight the fights I should have fought,

And teach the lessons I should have taught

I shall remember friends that have walked with you

These are things I need to do,

To swim with dolphins in a crystal blue sea

To meditate beneath a willow tree,

Just ten more minutes, please!

So before you bring down your razor scythe,

Let me drink my last gulp of life

Then reaper I shall willingly walk with you

Hand in hand to pastures new,

But grant me just ten more minutes please!