My Own Game

My Own Game

Alone,

Lost in a sea of Humanity

Will somebody tell me why?

Nobody ever seems to notice me.

Jostled and bumped, time and again

Not one, oh, I’m sorry, or excuse me, from them.

Look, at their faces, do you see what I see?

Not a single person, is looking at me.

Could it be, that I don’t really exist?

No, I exist, because I can feel the pain

So why, when I cry out for help,

Is it always, as if, it is all in vain.

Am I special, in some way?

Or am I simply, just so plain?

That no one notices me.

No one knows my name.

Wait, I’m beginning to like it this way.

A little more so, with each, passing day.

To be someone, completely different,

To play, alone, in my own game.

Still awash in a sea of humanity,

Jostled, and bumped, time and again.

No longer, does it bother me,

For you see, I’m alone, alone in my own game.

©December 19, 2016

Richard Nurse

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Photo by Alex Pragor
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Solitude - A New Poem written for a Prompt

Solitude

Oh beautiful place of solitude

So serene

So still

Let me lose myself in you

A place to think

A place to pray

A place to cry

A place to remember

Let me sit on the shore

As the seasons change

Touches of gold mingle

In with the chartreuse hues

A place to think

A place to pray

A place to cry

A place to remember

A painting by the artist

Known only as Mother Nature 

Reflected by a liquid mirror

Provided for her use, by the creator

A place to think

A place to pray

A place to cry

A place to remember

A place to sit and watch

As chipmunks scurry to and fro

Cheeks stuffed full as puffballs

Heading to the winter food bank

Oh beautiful place of solitude

So serene

So still

Let me lose myself in you

©December 8, 2016

Richard Nurse

Photo courtesy of +Laughing Waters, 

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If you enjoy this poem or any of the other poems that I have published on this blog, please feel free to check out some of my other books of poetry.  "Words from the Heart" available in both e-format and paperback,   Poems by an Antique "Selected works... Available in e-format only through Amazon, "So Said the Tree" A forever free publication in e-formats through Google and Smashwords.com.

Time - A poem for all who battle illness

Time, the title of this weeks poem was inspired by a photographic prompt of a young girl painting a butterfly while she wages a battle against leukemia. I have elected not to show her picture, but anyone who has brought a daughter into this world, or enjoyed a granddaughter at approximately 5 with blonde hair, blue eyes, a ruffled painters smock, and as much paint on her as there is on the paper. Should be able to see the image without looking at a picture.

Time

Time to paint

Time to play

Time for memories

Time for tears

Time for joy

Time for fear

Time for the good cells

To beat back the bad

Time to live

Time to love

Time to laugh

Time to cry

Time to sleep

Time to heal

Tim for the good cells

To beat back the bad

Time is on your side

Time is against you

Time is your friend

Time is your enemy

Time is your weapon

Time is your defense

Time for the good cells

To beat back the bad

©November 30, 2016

Richard Nurse