What Am I To Do

My emotion

washing over me like the ocean

waking me up in a commotion 

Doctor give me a potion

I need your devotion

what am I to do?

Wave upon wave  

I'm buried as if in a grave

disturbing my sleep like a rave

waking me up won't behave

making me into its slave 

What am I to do?

Have I been had

maybe I'm going mad

'ordered a happy meal but I am sad

one number short on the keypad

makes me a deadbeat dad

What am I to do?

Cold now and frightened 

stomach muscles tightened

senses alerted and heightened 

is it black or is it white and -

every day and every night and -

is this to be my plight and -

my god it shines so bright and -

can I ever turn off this light and -

overcome it; try as I might and -

I'm not sure I can fight it

here as I write it

but what am I to do?

With my emotions 

washing over me like the ocean

waking me up in a commotion 

Doctor give me a potion.

I need your devotion

what am I to do?

September

September means it's meteorological autumn.

September has many observations,

astronomical

astrological 

calendars old and new

events and occurrences.

September means I'll have completed one more trip round the sun.

September brings back memories of summer holidays ending all too soon

having to return to school

with new uniforms

oversized blazers and undersized haircuts.

uncomfortable new shoes and the latest regulation school bag.

September means wonderfully coloured leaves tumbling from trees and painting the ground

shorter days and even darker evenings

wind and rain

and getting your winter coat out from the back of the wardrobe. 

September is the month of Virgos - if you believe 

or preparing your inner-self for the dark months ahead,

or, 

well whatever your religion dictates.

For me, 

September comes and once again I have to fight the urge to write another poem about 

Autumn

...but then I write one anyway!

I Was Only Thinking

(Chorus)

I was only thinking

'bout summer days - chatting; drinking

the forever sun - unblinking

not a cloud in the sky.

(Verse 1)

It seemed like endless Sundays

soaking up - the suns rays

all our perfect holidays 

rolled into one.

(Chorus)

(Verse 2)

We - the pretty young things

living life with - no strings

soaring high on spread wings

will take on the world!

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

Now - get me an advisor!

I am older - but no wiser

pop a tranquilizer

to help get me through

(Chorus)

(Verse 4)

my mind drifts back - thinking

the summer days - chatting; drinking

the endless sun; unblinking

now so long ago!

(Chorus)

Mixed Up Sayings

Now the chickens have - come full circle 

Things have - come home to roost.

Better late than - someone's leg

Pulling - never!

Birds of a feather - on the band wagon 

Jumping - flock together.

We'll cross that bridge - over spilt milk

no use crying - when we get to it.

Don't put all your eggs - up the wrong tree 

barking - in one basket.

I've bigger fish to - flock together

Birds of a feather - fry!

Speak of - the bullet

bite - the devil!

By the skin of - an arm and a leg

That's going to cost - your teeth!

Don't count your chickens - til the fat lady sings

It ain't over - until they hatch.

Take it - slow and steady

with a pinch of salt - wins the race.

The devil is in - the room

The elephant in - the detail.

Curiosity killed - a dead horse

No use flogging - the cat.

Other (Nothing To Do At All)

I see other people living their 'other lives'

outwardly they seem content

but we've all got issues!

They'll have their loves and losses 

worries and fears

other things going on

other things to do

other journeys to make.

Maybe they're happy with everything going well - life is good!

Maybe things are a bit tough right now

Maybe they're trying to work out just how to feed their family

maybe they've got bills they can't pay

maybe they're in dark times 

...maybe?

or maybe they've newspapers to buy and coffees to drink

or jobs to go to and money to earn

or horses to ride 

another new car to buy!

...or maybe they've got nothing to do at all

600,000 Miles

Man scrabbles through the chaos of his van, looking for something.

Whilst looking he fills a carrier bag with some of the rubbish preventing him finding,

whatever it was he was looking for.

Opening the passenger door of the van

a large empty plastic bottle falls onto the ground,

obviously one he overlooked!

Not sure if he found what he was looking for.

He tells me the van has done over 600,000 miles 

and with its somewhat battered look,

I tend to believe him! 

I note too that he has the same,

high mileage 

battered look about him.

Then he heads out once more

with a chocolate bar and a coffee

(staple diet of the men who deliver!)

to put yet more miles on the van,

...and himself