Life

Space is huge

Amoebas are tiny

Not long ago

They were forming your family

 

Life is short

Time is long

We could be living

In a bouncy multiverse

 

Protons, neutrons

Interstellar electrons

Bacterial orgies

Started evolution in me

 

From fossils to possums

Pterodactyls to great apes

Our ancestry is all one big family

Brothers & sisters of the same cosmos

We shared genomes & weed leaves

 

We are one

Even all yours gods

Have decreed the same

 

The universe is everything

We are just its children

Longing to understand

The stars that shine & a cosmos that calls to us

 

 

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I am not lost

Trying to catch my thoughts

They spin

Like needle & groove

Capitulating in perfect harmony

To evade my quiet heart

 

So I smoke and smoke

Watching my dreams

Drift away in the air

And my memories

My memories begin to sing

 

They tell me

Of all the pleasure

All the pain

I have chased

Longing for an escape

 

In the past I must not dwell

Long have my ghosts

Tried to seduce me back

Haunting my present with their nightly presence

 

Day breaks and they are banished to the dark

With a melody so melancholy

It will turn your very soul

My past will not be present as my future grows

 

Or at least until sleep scratches at your door

And the ghosts fade

In their cyclical rage

While I am shut in behind my eyelids

 

When the demons come to play

I will fight with a light that

Invokes the essence of my being

And repeat the mantra

I am not lost,

I am not lost

 

 

Leaving

Cold, dark and moody her face did shine

At the cold steps of his disgrace;

Lost in the snow, away in her mind

No more could she relate

She had to leave it all behind;

His emotions she could not translate

Tears warmed her cheers to remind

Her time was not to waste

Her heart she had to unwind

Years would not go by in haste;

To the tangled memories weaved, that two hearts designed

Time to pack her case

Her future more refined

Solidarity with herself she will find.

Daily Rants

Silently my words fall upon the dawn

I’ve been writing all night with fervent delight

My mind hollows itself through this pen

The echoing thoughts that reverberate

Evolving the emotion that spills from my head

 

To articulate

To express

To explore

To implore

 

Even when you think you’re going crazy performing

Soliloquies to yourself

At 3am

This poetic ego will not stop

 

This energy

That sends my mind

Up to the highest heights

And the lowest lows

Can all be contained

On a page

To gauge an emotion

To the devotion of words

And what they embolden

 

What is hidden in fear

Will one day hold you

In prose

In between your warm toes

As you sit in the bath

 

To let go

Through the nib of a pen

And relish what the ink releases

 

Similes create serotonin

Superlatives hold the truth

Contradiction and alliteration

Subjectives and suffixes

 

That indicate the infinite

Repentances through sentences

For all of your sins

For all of your loves

For all of your dreams floating up above

Your daily existence

Imagination is limitless

Reality is what ground us

As we search for meaning

In these murky streets

 

This pre Brexit landscape

Chimes with the bells of dystopia

Wicked in this dawn light

Industry churns

Economy burns

The vulnerable yearn

The greedy never learn

In their blinded, self inflicted

Struggles Sisyphean

 

And the words, the words just keep coming

As the political class

Spout chaos in spasms

Widening future chasms

Of war

In the name of the free market

They are all con artists

Bleak is the mid winter they said

Bleaker still is the shattered future we see

 

These rants scurry across lined paper like ants

Testament and paramount to the poise of a pen

That lets the healing power begin

I am not lost on a page

Take my hand

I’ll show you what is within

Fuck it

I’ll share my story

As if we were kin

While the kings and queens

Wage for our dreams

Our culture can forge the future

The elected forgot the neglected

And Britain’s Brexit is burning bright

 

I can’t get away from the news

As populism looms in sight

And the masses shudder with uncertainty and urgently

Worry what is to come

Will nothing relieve us

Of the sins of our fathers

My solace is contained on this page

An emotional stage

Where humility kisses vanity

And our egos mock us with a grin

 

The world just keeps on turning

And the page springs eternal

Opinions can be expressed

A day can be relayed

In a snippet

 

As this poem

Has just done here

This rant is over.

 

 © Jack Nugent

7am

Grey dawns and routine yawns

The beeping from the rubbish truck mingles with the sound of my boiling kettle

Caffeine to wake the senses

While the radio plays the soft trumpets of Primal Scream

 

Here’s to the rubbish collectors and early risers

 

The 7am tooth brushers

The make-up applying bus riders

The silent line of oaps at the chemist

The street sweepers and office cleaners

 

The overworked class

By the end of the day it’s all done

Trudging home to fester in front of a flickering TV

Grabbing my attention like a moth to a flame

 

Aldi or Lidl? That’s my choice for booze and discount food

Buying paint stripping kidney rotting juice

On Friday afternoons

The integral part to that fleetingly glorious night of the week

 

 © Jack Nugent

 

Lover’s

Sand blows atop the dunes.

My lover’s voice is lost in the wind;

The vast stars shine above us,

A lizard scuttles by.

 

The waves of our love soak the endless sands;

A spark in the night.

 

Hand in hand we criss-crossed with nocturnal creature’s footprints.

 

We slept under rugs in a nomad’s tent.

Curled close,

The moon turned the sand cold;

The fire lost its use.

 

We searched each other’s bodies for warmth,

And found it in the desert silence.

Watching the sun return;

The morning rays shone love.

 

Years later,

In times of solace

That night keeps me warm.

 

© Jack Nugent