Paul Latham Poems
|1.||Thought Of The Day||1/22/2008|
|2.||Who Are We? Me.||1/22/2008|
|4.||A Product Of State Manufacturing||1/23/2008|
|5.||Sitting At Work||1/25/2008|
|6.||Ode To Mankind||1/27/2008|
|8.||Sunday Evening Blues||3/3/2008|
|10.||Just Ants On The Road||4/10/2008|
|11.||Rain, Sun, Summer||4/11/2008|
|12.||A Poet Wishing, Watching, Waiting||4/14/2008|
|15.||Me And Us All.||1/22/2008|
Your life in dreams, such a funny thing,
It might be great or totally fake,
Bizarre, surreal, leave you in a state.
From Africa to Rome, then suddenly home.
Your dreams or nightmares seen.
Time that stops, legs dropping off,
Unable to move, as danger looms.
Chasing a fantasy that maybe you fancy,
A change from the norm as you dream up a storm.
Dreams where you’re flustered and scared.
Changing time as moments pass by,
Places rising from the depths of your thoughts.
You wake, and reality breaks, like a stone thrown, on a frozen ...
I sat and watched the sky,
Birds flew, free and high,
Swirling and wishing through clouds in the sky,
The blue glow bearing down into my eyes.
The clouds so white and perfect, floating and disappearing.
The sun it rests, the birds flying to their nests,
Blue turns to pink, orange and sinks, into the depths, for a short rest.
Oh blue sky; you are so high, no-one to touch you to make you cry,