Harry Is A Poet

Everything is wrong
You know this. Every thing is wrong.
The problem is insurmountable, the issues uncountable
That which you thought infallible is now not working. At. All.
And you're trying to figure o…

There is a joy I feel, residing under the roof of friends
The feeling of a place well lived-in by others
The extension of their self, to give you a place to rest
Somewhere secure. Somewhere safe. Somewh…

Spring is promise and resolutions
It's new life and bold solutions
It's when Earth turns its face from the cold
When the fresh story of the year starts to unfold
Summer, really, is all about the executio…

It's tangible, this inhaler I hold in my hand

How it affects my day, it affects my plans

How occasionally, I need to receive

A drug that helps me gasp and breath

And my aid is simple, and hidden away

Allo…

Sometimes you don't get two chances.

The sweetest moments in life? When you put it on the line.

The go big go home go for glory go for it time

It's the build up that often hurts you the most.

The time yo…

This poem is not deep.

It is not meant to be difficult.

This poem is a chance to rest.

To lay your head back.

To understand some things don't have reasoning.

To stop worrying, for a short while.

This poem …

Man, it's the super power of which we'd all boast

The one day-to-day that we'd value the most

What if, rather than being super strong or super fast

You could step back in time and alter the past?

Current…

Dedicated to Beth and Joe. A very lovely couple, who I am honoured to know.

(See the link for my pre-amble)

I've always found best man speeches sort of weird.

Because, even to the groom, as best man, yo…

It may just be a passage to lead to the butt but

I have a message you should trust your gut

Even though this logic may seem insane

I often think it better not to trust my brain

So many times, without muc…

Whatever you say about me behind my back, make it honest.
Look, I know that I haven't been universally blessed
I've done a whole lot of really stupid things
I know my voicebox cracks somewhat when it si…

Lord you gave me gifts,
    Lord you gave me gifts,
Lord you gave me more than I can ever wish for
I'm trying to live up to all you've given me to live for
Even though I may seem to just be demanding mor…

There's a lot of detail in the world.
A lot of colour filling in the gaps.
There are advertisements in every space.
There are words in every silence.
He was lucky. He had the filter.
When something happen…

Some things, are clearly for grown-ups.
Dark Chocolate. Long books with very small text.
The drinks Mum and Dad keep in the cellar.
Responsibilities.
Uggh.
The thing is, some things that you think are for…

The stars seemed to twinkle. The moon was bright.
We talked too long through a too-short night.
We were barely distinct shapes, voices in the dark.
We sat on seats of moss and bark.
Gathered as friends r…

The Organised Masses™ insist that the day holds many hours.

That you should rise early to unleash your powers.

That the World looks beautiful at 6am.

That they can rise early, and that we should join th…

This poem is dedicated to the first among us,

He's the one who went first, and he caused enough fuss,

That our parents couldn't muster as much energy to be annoyed at us when they asked "Why?"

At the si…

And against all the odds

this organic heart of mine beats

I was a chance birth

Hey,

we all were.

The odds of my strands of DNA

Expressing themselves in my particular way

To lead to me, the person stand…

It's not beautiful he said regretfully

Don't get this guy wrong, he said it respectfully

But it was the tone of a man, who wished very strong

For a piece of insight that would prove his instinct wrong

Bu…

It is no bad thing, my friend, to dance.

To lose your mind and to enter a trance.

To forget the world. Forget its pains.

And bang your head without refrain.

Raise your arm. Wiggle it around.

Shake a leg. …

If it's a while since I've seen a friend

If it's been many moons, then I can't even pretend

That I recognise them, sometimes. But that's just how life goes

Time as has marched onwards and I simply tell …