Working hard, Staying Busy

These days its all about the hustle

Working hard and staying busy,

today the only way to be,

for to be employed today,

is to be lucky indeed.

When inspiration seems so far away

A tale not of writers block, but of being locked out of creativity

Stress levels running high and morale is getting low,

bad signs for creative health, inspiration hard to find.

That one creative spark so often found in the minds eye,

seems to have gone missing I really can’t think why?

So many inspirations stand surrounding me,

but none seems to be the one.

That idea which gets my mind attention,

that special one that just runs free.

When the words flow from head to paper,

and the world just dissapears.

A walk, a run or some other exercise,

to free my body from my mind,

to feel myself be free.

Open to inspiration,

to unlock my creativity.

My work is lost forever

A poem about the frustration of lost writing

A disaster or a masterpiece,

which one we do not know,

scattered to the four corners,

the refresh button,

delivered the devastating blow.

Your gone forever wandering,

around the internet,

in the great recycling bin,

inside the online world.

The frustration and the anger,

only got myself to blame,

using online tools,

the weakest link,

in my writing game.

Going forward ill be stronger,

lost work will be no more.

A lesson learned in application,

of process and seriousness.

Lost work is so frustrating,

never knowing the outcome.

Thoughts put down on paper,

that disappear without a trace.

Bloodless, Bloodlust

A poem about blood, guts and gaming

Guts, gore and blood,

suggested but never seen,

bloodless, bloodlust,

played on console,

viewed on screen.

Beat em up,

shoot em up,

rob em,

a world of fantasy.

Availible by joystick,

shown on tv screen.

Starting out in Business

A poem about entrepreneurship

Starting out in business,

first steps so hard to take,

but if you want to be your own boss,

their steps you have to make.

So many think about it,

but never get the chance,

entrepreneurship is a brave choice,

success not guaranteed.

Money’s not the only thing,

that these brave people chase,

its the feeling of their freedom,

that the entrepreneur’s chase.

Board Games or Bored Games

A poem of family fun

Board games or,

bored games,

I’m not really sure.

They rarely come out,

only rainy days for sure.

It’s a mystery why,

because there such good fun.

Winning or losing,

it just doesn’t matter.

Time with the family,

playing games,

having fun.

Summer Family Fun

Another Summer Poem

Summer days,

spent in the sun.

Family time

made of memories and fun.

Barbecues

and paddling pools.

Epic water fights,

warm summer nights,

filled with fun and games.

At the end of day,

I have to say,

summer is endless joy.

The long days of summer

Another Poem about Summer days in the sun

Long summer days,

lazing under the sun.

Summer’s the season,

so full of fun.

The heat of the sun,

vacations and family fun.

Days spent exploring,

free from the school.

A child’s delight,

fun with friends in the field.

Those special summer days,

that seem so endless,

still fresh in our mind’s,

forever and ever.

Summer BBQ

A poem about Summer

Summer is the season,

for this man to play the chef,

its BBQ season and I won’t let you forget!

If it can be set on fire,

I’ll flame grill it for you,

sipping on a cold beer,

thinking I’m cave man.

Cooking with fire feels so primeval,

sounds silly but it’s true,

man creating fire,

it’s what I was born to do!