REFLECTIONS
Poems To Make You Think
2012©Caroline Doyle
Published by Rainbow Publishing
Smashwords Edition
Addiction
Addiction can be many things,
But damnation it always brings,
Are you addicted to the coke?
Or do you just want to have a smoke?
Do you want just one more drink?
To bring you back from the brink,
Do you shoot up and then eat?
Before you put shoes on your feet,
Do you know how much you will spend today?
When you go to draw your pay,
How much will your bookie get?
When you go to place that bet,
When with the stranger you have sex,
Is this for you life’s worse hex?
You have to face your addiction,
If only to stop all the friction,
Do you need help from another?
Maybe you could ask your mother.
Or will you do it on your own?
From deep within your safety zone,
When you’re clean life will improve,
Then you can get back in the groove.
Corporal Punishment
When I was at school, they used the cane,
And I think it should be used again,
There is so much teenage crime,
That there wasn’t in my time,
Our superiors we treated with respect,
It is something now they can not expect,
The youth of today are very crude,
They are also very rude,
They think they can do just what they like,
What is really in their psyche,
Men who murder, in prison will stay,
It is us, the taxpayer who must pay,
Crime figures rise every year,
The youth are the ones we all do fear,
Even in school crime runs so rife,
These young hooligans cause so much strife,
They quote the children’s act chapter and verse,
I believe it is such a curse,
. Now you mustn’t even smack,
This is justice going well off track,
Can you imagine a world that’s run,
By gangs who carry knife and gun,
For this is the way that it is going,
It is a bad wind that is blowing,
The younger kids play on computer games,
Then think life on the street is just the same,
They like to be part of the gang,
They like to hear the gun go bang,
But when a human life they take,
Is their life really at stake?
They will serve years, eight or ten,
When they come out they’ll kill again,
We adults all need more control,
And more punishment out to dole,
To keep the violence off our streets,
If the thugs we are to beat,
If kids learn the pain of fear,
Then the trouble they won’t go near,
So we must bring back corporal punishment,
I believe it is the right judgement.
My Future
A day of love, a day of sorrow,
What will life bring on the morrow?
Be it good, or be it bad,
Be it happy, or be it sad,
No-one knows what the future holds,
And what it brings as it unfurls,
We have to leave our lives to fate,
And hope that it is never late,
It only takes a single fall,
The future then can hit the wall,
Our lives are written from the start,
And we must do what’s in our heart,
Right or wrong, it’s firmly written,
You can only follow, submitting,
To my future I am reconciled,
With obstacles all against me piled,
I know that there will come a time,
When out of the quagmire I will climb,
To a future bright and new,
My future life I’ll never rue,
I’ll live each day just like the first,
Because to this world I am well versed,
So to a future bright and clear,
I’ll try each day my life to steer,
And when it comes my day to die,
A fate that no-one can deny,
I can say out could and loud,
That of my life I’m very proud.
Goodbye
For me it’s time to say goodbye,
As I am looking at a clear blue sky,
Of this world I’ve had enough,
I find that life is way too much.
It’s time for me to end it all,
For my life has been no ball,
Sat with thoughts of suicide,
My hate for life I can not hide.
My children are my pride and joy,
Every girl and every boy,
But in life I’ve let them down,
With thoughts of me they wear a frown,
My life now will soon be gone,
I’ll be in hell where I belong,
And as my children bury me,
They’ll know from me they are now free.
But they must know I love them all,,
With thoughts of them I do stand tall,
Of every one I am so proud,
The way they stand out from the crowd.
Possessed
By a spirit I’m possessed,
This is why I have transgressed,
I am good within my heart,
But from the right path I do depart,
I always try to do what’s right,
But with the spirit I lose the fight,
He has got it in for me,
To my life he’s got the key,
No matter what I try to do,
I know that it I’ll come to rue,
I wish this spirit I could evict,
As my life he does restrict,
And my life he does prolong,
So that I can do more wrong,
Right now I just want to die,
So the spirit has to fly,
I might decide to end my life,
With a cut from a sharp knife,
Then with the spirit I won’t have to contend,
As in heaven my life I do defend.