Everyday Poetry

I have been so impressed by the bravery of those in Ukraine who have taken up arms,  and those in Russia who have demonstrated against the war. I am not sure I would be so brave.   Please do not assume from my shaky smile that I am complicit.  It is pasted on to cover the cracks  of my concern.  Please do not mistake  my lack of confrontation for a failure to discern  between right and wrong.  If I keep quiet when I should speak out know this: I am not a hero. My fear may keep me safe, at the same time  as irritation erupts on my skin.  © Copyright 2022. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved

Hi there! Yeah,  I'm fine, All things considered. I hear he's been caught at it again Lying to the House.  I hear what you're saying,  but It's no good him keep saying sorry,  It doesn't wash.  I mean,  we all tell fibs now and again, Only natural,  keeps us friendly,   Keeps us sweet.  But not about this,  It's a betrayal of all he asked of us, All that loneliness.  I was lucky,  none of mine died,  But my boy was hurting,   Heart breaking along with his marriage.  All I wanted to do was rush over And give him a hug.  But I couldn't,  wasnt in his bubble Was I? That was his dad.  So no,  I know I'm not without sin  But he shouldn't work in a glass house If he wants to go his own way And lie to the rest of us.  Mind you,  I've never trusted a politician,  They never give a straight answer.  This is just a bit more crooked than most. 

Valentine Wasn't it only yesterday That night of dancing Of swirl and sway The fear of chancing, The hope of finding, Of not wanting to stop The bump and grinding To ska and rock and pop? Is it really two decades Our love has grown No matter the shades That life has thrown? Marriage,  divorce Death and birth,  For better or worse It's shown its worth.  You say  You wish You'd found me sooner And loved me longer.  All I know for sure Is the time was right On that dance floor That hot summer night. © Copyright 2022. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved .

Imbolc is a wonderful time of year,  halfway between the winter solstice and the spring equinox. It's a time when the first spring flowers react to the lengthening and warming of the days and their beauty warms your heart after the starkness of winter.   Morning birds singing of lengthening days Wake me from my slumbrous rest Drawing me out to tread the garden path Past suddenly burgeoning beds Full of pale primrose,  purple cyclamen, The first frail shivering snowdrops,  And the promise of daffodils, their green spikes  Poking through their winter cloak Of autumn leaves.  © Copyright 2022. Chris Auger. All Rights Reserved .