write more poetry – Lefty Forrester

World Apart: a poem

She’s from a whole planet apartThe one who captured my heartWe met in the middle,And little by little,We felt the romance start She’s from half the world awayThe one who brightens each dayWe kissed by the flowers,And for hours and hours,We laugh, dance, and play

Mind Forensics: a poem

Stand back!Nobody touch a thing!This scene is currently under investigationWe’re looking for the originationof this belief, feeling, or sensation Let’s see hereNot the fatherOr the motherDefinitely not the brotherOr any significant other Was it the films he watched?The books he read?Relationships botched?Adventures lead? Can’t quite put my finger on itProbably best not to linger onContinue reading “Mind Forensics: a poem”

Broken Heart Loved: a poem

Just like my old Ford Crown VictoriaWhat an absurd nameHenry, bestow this gold hat on the Queen of EnglandAlways joking, now let’s get serious Thirty year-old piece-a-shitCigarette-burned upholsterySpill-stained seatsScarred, scratched surface Flaws and all, despite the odds,That engine keeps tickingSome how, some wayThat old beater gets me there,Each night, each day Many miles and yearsContinue reading “Broken Heart Loved: a poem”

1993-2024: a poem

Now I was born on an August Saturday morn’ in 1993The doctor who delivered me, funnily enough,was named John Kennedy, that must be toughSharing that name with that man I was over ten pounds at my birth,made crying sounds my first day on EarthMy older brother, who was learning to spell,called me “P-I-G”The insult fellContinue reading “1993-2024: a poem”

To-do List: a poem

My poor, old to-do list,How burdened you must feelSuch lofty expectationsSolve every aspect of life itselfI should be less demandingOh! I’ll put that on tomorrow’s list!

Wandering: a poem

Nine billion people wand’ring aroundSearching for answers that can’t be foundDoes it ever start to make any sense?Should we just throw away the whole pretense? Nine million species throughout the biosphereYet only one questioning why it’s hereDid something go wrong?

Final Pages: a poem

Taking shelter at the bus stopBitter rain pouring downStreaking glass Pull the novel from my backpackReading final pagesMinutes pass Characters say their last goodbyesFallen brothers buriedHeartbreak stirs Story finished, and so am IBus arrives, pay my fareEngine purrs

Four Swedes: a poem

Boy, oh boy,Could those four Swedes playChords, beats, and words of pure euphoria AgainAgainAgain Now I myself have never wanted a man,Before or after midnight,But during those 4 minutes, 51 seconds,Gimme, Gimme, Gimme!

Simple Scene: a poem

How pretty does the swan appearDrifting down the pondHow strongly do the hearts endearAll God’s creatures bond How proudly does the tree prevailDay, night, and seasonHow softly does my mind exhaleNo thoughts, no reason How quickly does the rain crash downPeople heading homeHow slowly walking into townThrough wet streets I roam

Random Rush: a poem

Thank God I’ve never been diagnosedWith that weird bipolar thingCourse I behave the same as mostEveryone gets that fuzzy feelingOn the top of their brainWhen they’re feeling goodCan’t even remember painAnd even if I could,I don’t think I’d stopListenin’ to those same old groovesClassic rock, funk, and popYou know I still got the movesSome ofContinue reading “Random Rush: a poem”