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Collected Poems 2011

Richard Cheesman

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Copyright 2011 Richard Cheesman.

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Poems:

The Sky Fell

It’s Not Quiet Here

Fanboy Rant

The City Surf

Pripyat

Tune

The Lost Road

Where Do They Go?

Blooming Cold

Drowning, Not Waving

Led Astray

I Don’t Hear So Good Any More

My Dog Sits

About the poems

I tend to have moments where I don’t just want to write fiction. I’ll write some poetry instead. Over the course of the last year, I wrote and published many poems on my blog, and have put them all into this ebook collection. Many are short poems, such as The City Surf, The Lost Road, Led Astray – all poems which try to deal with a small, simple concept, an exercise in putting an idea across to the reader. Other poems are longer, and some are personal in nature. Pripyat is one such poem, about someone who wants to deny the home town and the stigma of being a child survivor of Chernobyl. Why – I don’t know, but some may feel like that. Drowning, Not Waving is a personal account of my near-death experience of drowning. I Don’t Hear So Good Any More is a personal reflection on my persistent hearing loss and tinnitus that I have to deal with on a daily basis, in every conversation I have. Some other poems are just humourous, such as Fanboy Rant and My Dog Sits.

I hope you enjoy these poems, regardless of their length, topic and meaning. To simply read a short poem can inject thoughts into your mind to think upon for the day, or just be a distraction from day to day life. If you do enjoy these poems, please consider leaving some feedback on Smashwords, it would be greatly appreciated.

The Sky Fell

The sky fell, the moon hung
still, the stars spun
away from sight.
Waxing crescent turned
crimson red. Setting sun
fell from the horizon,
and the cold
took over planet earth.

It’s Not Quiet Here

It’s not quiet here, in this mind,
there’s always sound,
the constant drone,
the pitched whistle.

No.

It’s not quiet here, in this mind,
never heard a word,
or caught that shout, and,
did you really whisper?

Despite that.

It’s not quiet here, in this mind,
my silent world,
is always the opposite,
sound always exists.

It’s never quiet here, in this mind,
except the only time,
the same time, every day,
when I am asleep.

I hear perfectly then,
and I miss it all anyway,
because my mind is elsewhere,
dreaming dreams.

Fanboy Rant

Even though I never saw
the original cinematic release,
I think
that the trilogy should have
been left exactly that.
Okay, grumbling, cautious, I
accepted the fact that you changed
a few mistakes (Jabba being the
obvious one) and
expanded some scenes where you needed more rebel ships to destroy the death star.
Special effects were harder back then.
At least that improved things.
Then you did it again.

Special edition DVD!

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Collectors Special Edition Restored Footage with New Edits and Sensory Overload DVD – 5-Disc set!

I really didn’t
want to watch it
for the changes you made
so I didn’t bother.
And as for that second trilogy.

I cried.

Now, you’re just not learning,
you’ve changed,
changing it all again,
messing with cinematic history -
the ambiguity -
is he silent?
Or does he need to say those unnecessary words:

‘Noooooooooooooooo!’

Let’s leave it alone.

You’ve ruined the perfect father/son moment.

The City Surf

The city surf,
it’s ebb and flow,
life and soul,
the hopes and dreams,
of people
living, working,
playing,
all found here,
amongst the city turf.

Pripyat

When people ask me where
I come from I would
lie, telling them I was
born in their town.

I don’t want them to know,
never wanted to show,
where I come from.

I’ve denied home from my
mind, gone for many people
who can never consider
returning to their town.

We can never return home,
not even for a while,
we lost everything.

When I grow up, maybe I
will tell people the truth
about where I came from, but
it’s not their town.

My home is a ghost town.
Empty except for belongings
of those who left their town.

Tune (Haiku)

Rhythmic beats
Loud music pounding,
Bass vibrates.

The Lost Road

I wander the lost road,
how I found it, I do not know,
where it leads, I do not care.

Where Do They Go?

Where did the day go?
It seemed like hours ago,
That it was early morning,
I was waking and yawning.

Where did the day go?
Lunch felt like minutes ago,
Cooked food ready at table,
A walk later if I’m able.

Where did the day go?
The sun has already sunk low,
Grey skies are now darkening,
Lying in bed now pondering,

Where did the day go?

Blooming Cold

Pass me the box of tissues
I’m about to let out a sneeze.
Close all the windows my dear,
I feel I’m going to freeze.

My throat is dry like desert sand,
the pain is bad to bear.
Another pastille to suck on,
and feeling worse for wear.

At least my nose does not stream so,
and shivering I am not,
if I have a blooming cold,
then why do I feel so hot?

Drowning, Not Waving

I fell, tumbled or possibly even slipped
off the bank into the churning waters below.
I’d closed my eyes, that moment to blink and
seeing again, my world had suddenly changed.

I gulped in shock or surprise only to find myself
unable to breathe the water that now encased me.
It took a moment, seemed like longer to realise
that I was in a place I wasn’t supposed to be.

I’d worn a jacket that day, a heavy bomber coat
now losing the air contained within it’s fibres.
It became heavier, more burden than fashion, harder
to fight the downward spiral of underwater current.

Fighting, struggling, I failed to breathe. Until finally
gasping for air, coughing, retching and shouting even,
reached the surface of the gloomy green waters.
Utterly spent, I slipped into the cold embrace once more.

Exhaustion crept in, thought turned to despair,
would I ever escape the weir’s liquid vortex?
Underwater it had started with panic, yet now I felt
acceptance and calm of my potential mortal fate.

They say that your life flashes before your eyes,
but for me it was very different. All I saw was
my life not over yet, the realisation of more to live.
Drowning had taken an emotional and physical toll on me.

A friend passed along, thought I was larking about,
I screamed obscenities at him, pleading for help.
Grabbing a stick, he rescued me, and I sat at the edge,
shivering, shaking, wrecked and deeply disturbed.

Led Astray

Led astray
by the siren’s call.
Beautiful, yet haunting,
enticing, although a journey to doom.

I Don’t Hear So Good Any More

I don’t hear so good any more,
my ears don’t work as they should,
it’s like being trapped underwater,
hearing a dog whistle all the time.

Please be patient with me,
it’s hard to understand you,
when you talk away from me,
where I can’t see your face
or watch your lips form the words.

I’m easily confused and misunderstood,
you can’t see my disability
that pulls me down to dark despair or
makes me choose to ignore you.

You think you’re frustrated with me?
It’s very much the other way when you
say it again,

and again,

and again,

and the fourth time you just give up and I miss the punchline
to a joke everyone else has laughed at.

I love one thing about my lack of hearing,
I don’t have to put up with wasted words,
other things nobody really wants to hear anyway
but pretend to,

in the hope they are somehow affirmed
by words that really mean nothing.

At least,
I can still hear something
and I should be grateful for that.

For that, I am.

My Dog Sits

My dog sits
on the biggest chair
of our room.

She is the queen
of all she sees,
watching,
and ruling
over everything.

At least, that is,
until the cat comes in.

About the Author:

Richard is male, mid-thirties and happily married and owns a lovely pet collie. He enjoys spending time writing, reading and eating home-cooked food. He's rather good at that too.

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