DNA well folded origami in our bodies
Oddly containing characters characteristics and souls
We grasp at a identity
a sequence
sequential given
Maybe DNA is musical notes
and a rhythm
To our heart beat.
Gifted to you
not in the greatest wrapping paper
but I am person you can savour
not aesthetically pleasing always to the eye
but to you I would never lie
I speak the truth
I can make you smile
all the while
you can’t buy me from any supermarket aisle
I am your gift
you can’t find me under a tree
I am too big
I am messy but no stig of the dump
I work hard for you walking in trainers my pumps
I am your gift
remember me when your having a bad day
I will come round and lighten your sadness as much as I can, ok?
for I am a friend the greatest gift of all
is when you and I rise and walk tall.
It’s an emergency
Crack out the poetry.
our hearts are dying
In the drizzle of a mundane day
We need to realise our moment is now
We need to realise poetry is inspiration
We just need to breathe in creativity
and expire the fire of art
Instead of shopping carts
We need words
Instead of paper and plastic sums
We need to take life by the horns
Free our minds
From the blinds of working like slaves
We need to follow our dreams
Our life is our movie
We choose how moved to be
Life is for the taking
Moving,shaking, making, breaking
Reforming, storming, forming, performing
Our art will be our movement
Always seeking improvement.
The paper trail
That my poems cast
Stretches out further than eyes can see
Stretches far beyond what I believe
I write poems they sometimes inspire
Grab attention and light fires
If allowed to burn
Bright paper trails set a light
For inspiration is an intangible thing
and words and sentences
may set up fires that suddenly occur
they come to life
With no explanation
and yet I feel their feeling and sensation.