This poem wrote itself
I didn’t intend to
The fingers grabbed a quill
Dipped in ink of blue
The page was promptly filled
With thoughts in my head
The words they kept a-flowing
Though they were unsaid
Then the page was wrapped
Inside an envelope
And mailed it your address
With a lot of hope
I know this poem means nothing
But what am I to do?
It’s just a way of saying
I am thinking of you
Tag: Jesus
Goodbye, My Friend
I was born free and happy. The day was bright and clear
Now I’m stranded and lonely. My heart’s full of fear
Tired of screaming, shouting, waiting for the end
So long, we’ll meet again. Goodbye, till then, my friend
…
My house is all broken and I’m lying on the street
All my little wishes and plans are left incomplete
Lost everything I had. There’s nothing more to defend
So long, we’ll meet again. Goodbye, till then, my friend
…
Something’s wrong about this world. ‘Twas never meant for me
I adore the open sky. That’s where I want to be
Can you hear the clouds thunder as they slowly descend?
So long, we’ll meet again. Goodbye, till then, my friend
…
Do you remember the days when we were wild and young?
Now they’re just memories of merry songs we sung
I wish I could be reckless but my body can’t pretend
So long, we’ll meet again. Goodbye, till then, my friend
…
All my little secrets are coming home with me
I have always known the truth but it never set me free
Just for another moment, every dime I have I’ll spend
So long, we’ll meet again. Goodbye, till then, my friend
Into A River I Plunged My Soul
Into a river I plunged my soul
With a hope to wash her sin
Forgot that it had a giant hole
As I watched it drown within
Twisted Artist
Tattooed my head with a shard of glass
Drew blood stains on my wrist
Painted death all over my body
A bloody twisted artist
Writer’s Block
There’s nothing to write about
So I’ll just write about
Having nothing to write about
…
When you can’t really begin
What you’re meaning to begin
Write about having nothing to begin
…
When you can’t really go on
But the pages shout, “Go on.”
Write about having nothing to go on
…
Then when you can’t really end
What you earlier began
I guess that’s the writer’s block’s end
…
I don’t know if it helped
But at least it did help
Me when I needed some help
A Footballer’s Life Is So Much Fun
A footballer’s life is so much fun
Getting paid to kick and run
If there’s something they have won
It’s a contract worth a trillion
…
You see them smile. You see them laugh
When posing for a photograph
Fans dying for their autographs
Like they’re pink polka-dotted giraffes
…
They drive around in fancy cars
Meet celebrities and superstars
Drink wine and smoke cigars
In the city’s expensive bars
…
At the peak of their shallow fame
They find themselves beautiful dames
Who act in films with royal names
And take home awards and acclaims
…
Here I am with my loyal cat
Writing about this and that
Growing old with belly fat
Such’s a life of a poet
Our Family Lullaby
My father used to sing a lullaby
I sing the same to my son
But I don’t think that he will comply
And sing it to his son
He falls asleep in a minute
As soon as my song’s begun
He’s never heard the whole of it
End of a tradition
Mother Earth, Bother Not
Mother Earth, mother Earth, will you shut up please?
Stop telling me your problems and your tragedies
I know you’re having troubles, you suffer day and night
But we are your children. We have all the rights
You complain about the felling of forests and of trees
But we are only decorating you with buildings and diseases
You complain about the smog, polluted water and land
But we prefer it the way it is, just try and understand
Look at your Sun and Moon, they never do complain
They’re idle and stationary, why don’t you learn from them?
We are happy as we stand. We never make a fuss
Have I ever kvetched that you’re not big enough for us?
So quit your whining and your sobbing and continue to move around
We’ll treat you as we may please till we burn you to the ground
So quit your whining and your sobbing and quit your petty bother
If we’re ever fed up with you, we’ll find another mother
A Floral Dream
As strange as it may seem
I think I saw a funny dream
A daffodil woke me up at four
And pointed to the window
I was quite surprised to see
A floral show just for me
Roses swinging on a trapeze
Dahlias flying with the breeze
Lilies decorating the lawn
Sunflowers giving a sighful yawn
Daisies circling around the moon
Orchids floating in hot air balloons
Tulips strumming their guitars
Asters lazing on the stars
Irises singing melodies
Peonies bubbling parodies
A giant lotus sat up straight
Heathers went out on a date
Violets shooting laser beams
A thistle woke me with her screams
As strange as it may seem
I think I saw a funny dream
My Thoughts Stepped Out Of My Head
My thoughts stepped out of my head
Dressed up and put on my favourite shoes
And ran straight to you
Held you, danced with you
And then came back again
Circled until the sight of the morning light
I won’t be thinking about you tomorrow night
I really need to sleep all right
Frank Solanki 