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 ...
Me And Us All.
A bad night sleep, I did have.
I dreamt of nothing, for I was sad.
The world was spinning and my head was sore,
Confusion bundled through my door.
For who am I, I asked myself,
Just a puppet under a spell.
I cried a bit and then did see,
That under the puppet, it was just me.