Poetry

Posted in #iamgrateful, Writing

#iamgrateful for david bowie

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Today’s #iamgrateful is dedicated to David Bowie – the man who put character into his music. Just by forming a poem out of his song titles I feel like I went on an epic journey. There will never be anyone like him on this Earth again. We’ll miss you star man!

Source of Inspiration: A Reality Tour – David Bowie

i’m the rebel

following a different path

just to see the same star

from a new kind of reality

the famous cactus isn’t here

but you’ll see her ‘round midnight

afraid of the snakes

and all the young dudes

away from their wives

the lonely guy stands

behind the mirror, screaming

who sold the world?

I’m on a fantastic voyage

mad man with a blue box

where is that space boy?

Sunday springs

into daylight

under the suns pressure

unveiling Mars

we’ll fight this battle

rise from the ashes

loving an alien

from the corner Motel

it never gets old

the Americans are afraid of change

but they, we can be heroes

listen to the Disco King

before five years

slips away

and we’re hanging onto ourselves

in the dust of the stars

left on the moon.

The angels are gone

and this girl

has this day.

Posted in #iamgrateful, Writing

#iamgrateful for transportation

Posted on by Charlie Alford

My bell is my melody

as I glide though my city

a cultural legacy

carved into her memory.

Ding Ding Ding, I echo

my driver stands and bellows

‘watch your step, my dear fellow”

as people look up, ‘hello’

I meander through buildings

stopping when the people sing

tinned sardines, more are boarding

my green poles they try to cling.

Taking them from home to work

the managers and their clerk

from Collins to Little Bourke

every 10, just like clockwork.

Posted in #iamgrateful, Writing

#iamgrateful for my iPhone

Posted on by Charlie Alford

I have this little universe 

It’s a blessing and a curse 

My eyes are enchanted all day

‘Please light up my world’, I pray

Any pause in activity

Will bug me for eternity 

So my eyes lock in at first light 

and rarely strays from my sight 

It’s a blessing and a curse 

But iPhone, life without you would be worse! 

Posted in Life

Journey

Posted on by Charlie Alford

Inspired by Thomas Moore ‘The Journey Onwards’

The plot was marked above the earth

gravity she was breaking

her tail pointed towards her birth

and her eyes towards her dreaming.

It’s always hard to leave our friends

the people that define us

but on we go around the bends

away from those who think they know us.

The tapestry of all our years

tell the tales of our growing

we look back on them with happy tears

with memories overflowing.

Reliving moments way back when

affirm the threads that bind us

enrich our love again, again

for those we left behind us.

And as she breathes each foreign shore

and wanders every street

she thinks on love for evermore

and looks for it, in those she meets.

Another scene marks another weave

older chapters start to fade

but the light of love never leaves

and so her story is made.

So, when the road comes to an end

and her tapestry is complete

she’ll think of those from way back when

her people, she will greet.

Posted in Life

Written for R U Okay Day 2015

Posted on by Charlie Alford

I started writing this weeks ago for R U Okay Day but forgot to post as I got distracted with life. But here it is. Better late than never…

there is
thunder
in my thoughts
this enemy
has been caught
today
my attention
shorts
as a silver lining
is sought
the curtains veil
my weary eyes
this lead weight smile
my only disguise
people keep asking
why?
It is what it is.
Sigh.
Every day my thoughts
climb this wall
heeding to the worldly call
A soldier must never fall
Every day, the same old game
screaming silently in mental pain
the heart is beating
the lungs are breathing
but the thoughts want to blame
and escape
the suffocating shame
of the toxic enemy
haunting this brain.

Posted in Life

Dear …,

Posted on by Charlie Alford

You’re bird shit on my window
every day, I don’t see you
but if you left, I’d miss you.
You’re a cloud around my dreams
try as I might, I can’t see
how you could possibly be.
You’re the abstract on my wall
images painting the clues
can’t you see my, your, our truth.
You’re a voice drawn on my phone
speaking words I cannot hear
I just don’t care – that’s my fear.
I’m the unicorn you wanted
I’m creative and I flaunt it
I’m screaming for you… can you hear it!