Manic Mondays – The Wrong Road – A lyric poem.

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I have written this poem, which seems to have a song like quality to it (or is it just me?) for Laura M Bailey’s Manic Monday Challenge:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-roads/

 

I arrive at life’s junction

I feel aimless, without function.

The roads lead off before me

Into futures, I cannot see.

So dark the path behind me,

I will not let my past bind me,

Into life’s adventure, I leap,

Trusting that I will find me.

 

My old infatuation

Brought no satisfaction

No reason, no reaction,

To my situation.

So, onwards I start walking

down roads without markings

Ever hopeful, without knowing,

If the path I take will break me,

Or hope, forsake me,

Take me forwards.

 

Of all the roads before me,

Only one road is the wrong one,

The one I must be the strong one,

To avoid.

In the dark storm of life,

All the other roads lead me through,

The Wrong road, is the one road,

That leads me back to you.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 11/February/2019

 

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/your-daily-word-prompt-infatuation-february-11-2019/

FOWC with Fandango — Reason

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2019/02/11/trust/

 

 

A Roving I will Go – A old Sea Shanty.

 

The Word of the Day word prompt today is Roving.

I instantly thought of an old sea shanty that I was taught in school. It does have a rather saucy lyric, but I don’t think I understood it when I was young. It is a tale of someone who has a rather foot loose and fancy free relationship with a maid of Amsterdam. Of course, by today’s standards, the song isn’t too rude, it’s rather gentle really.

 

 

 

Lyrics:

In Amsterdam, there lived a maid,

Mark well what I do say.

In Amsterdam, there lived a maid

and she was mistress of her trade.

I’ll go no more a roving with you, fair maid.

A Roving, A Roving, since rovings been my ‘ru-i-in’

I’ll go no more a roving with you, fair maid.

 

I put my arm around her waist,

mark well what I do say.

I put my arm around her waist

she said “Young man, you’re in great haste”

I’ll go no more a roving with you fair maid.

A Roving, A Roving, since rovings been my ‘ru-i-in’

I’ll go no more a roving with you, fair maid.

 

The Picture is of a Canal in Delft that I took on a recent trip. I do have some photos of Amsterdam somewhere but I didn’t have time to search for them.

 

https://wordofthedaychallenge.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/roving/

https://ragtagcommunity.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/rdp-thursday-loose/

https://thehauntedwordsmith.wordpress.com/2018/11/01/daily-writing-challenge-nov-1/

Free, Gentle, Young

A Song for tomorrow – Lyric Poem

I envy the birds and their voice,

But I too have a song to sing.

I sing because I have no choice,

a song to relieve my suffering.

Is it our Destiny or fate,

To decay and disintegrate?

Or is there Hope to come,

for all society, or just some?

 

My song is one of unity

It is not easy to sing out

in this, our world of lunacy

there is so much sorrow, hate and doubt.

 Listen before it’s far too late

together we can accomplish

what divided we’ll annihilate. 

cherish our differences, love our sames

do not disrespect each other

or call each other hurtful names

Destiny or fate,

Decay or disintegrate,

Love conquers Hate.

 

copyright: Kristian Fogarty 03/April/2018

 

 

Take the train to nowhere – Lyric Poem

Take the train to nowhere, 

Anywhere but here is fine

Don’t care what the fare,

Or how long, i’ve got the time.

 

On the train to nowhere,

With all the people no one wants.

Away from hate and despair,

All the hurtful cries and taunts.

 

Can’t take this life no more,

Can’t bare this hurt and pain,

I’m taking my chances.

No more false romances

I’m getting on the train.

 

Catch the train to nowhere,

Leaving her behind me now

In the dank and dark air,

I want to breathe, but how?

 

Can’t take this life no more,

Can’t bare this hurt and pain,

I’m taking my chances.

No more false romances

I’m getting on that train.

 

I’m on my way to nowhere

the painful feeling numbs

I have doubts that I will get there,

But Nowhere always comes….

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty

Happiness – a poem (not about me)

Happiness. 

When will I find Happiness?

I try to keep hopefull, but I confess

I have almost given up

Dreaming, hoping of the day

When I will find

Someone to love me, who is kind.

 

Happiness, I admit it, I am in Distress

The time left to me is getting less

Do I still have the chance

Of attracting someone nice?

Am I too Old?

Will I be left out in the cold?

 

When I was young I played the fool

Thought settling down was just uncool

But now I know I wasted time.

Looking back, I’ve passed my prime.

Will I ever find what I am looking for?

Or will I continue living without…..

 

Happiness. When will I find Happiness?

I feel my life is such a shameful mess.

And yet, somehow, I know

There is always tomorrow,

and I will find,

The one for me is, in my mind

and I’ll find happiness.

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty