Poems by Douglas
By Douglas Raeside
Beating Depression
Sometimes energy, life’s interest flown,
Love and fun past, yes feeling alone.
Internal flame, at all-time low,
Thoughts racing and slow.
A nasty companion, selfish, consume,
Feel like, only one depressed, in room.
Isolation, thoughts – keep inside,
How it wins, honesty hides.
A deep, deep hole, sadness entrenched,
Keep it to self, sorrow drenched.
No one wants, misery around,
Easier to suffer, alone, not a sound.
To beat this monster, share thoughts if can,
Appears modern society, woman and man.
Get out, air, comfort zone inside,
Try to live life, it’s ok to cry.
Do something creative, and fun,
Then you’ll see depression run.
Build up resilience, but heart soft stay,
This will help days pass, while on your way.
Armageddon II
Armies drawn this fiery pit
Good versus evil Hope flame lit
Tools of war forged and made
Peace and truth versus fiery rage
Leaders born chosen not made
Evil swishes deadly switch blade
Heavenly, versus death, eternal choice
All roar out in determined true voice
Skies turn from blue to dark red
No time for rest, choose war instead
This fight was written, had to be done
Good army lead, by the chosen one
The battle is set, war is waged
Evil vengeance, godly rage
Both move forward, sprinter’s pace
Trepidation, on every face
Weapons wielded, contact made
Swords, machetes even spades
Many sacrificed, many lost
Eternal glory, opportunity cost
Heated battle, good versus bad
Theologians think oh so sad
The winner wins eternal plight
Is good guaranteed? Birth right
The battle is done, now daylight
Death is now gone, as with night
Victorious truth, peace at last
No regrets, they are in the past
God victorious, sits on throne
Surrounded by friends, not alone
The prize is Love, eternal last
Living today, as if it’s last.
Death of an avocado
I lie there
Sit there on my own
Quite content
Not feeling alone
Lifted right up
And placed in bag
Full of excitement
Not feeling too bad
Lunchtime comes
Out into the light
Placed on table
I got a big fright
I sit alone
Cold on plate
Not feeling good
Not feeling great
She takes out knife
And cuts me in half
Just for the buzz
Just for the laugh
Heart taken out
And placed on side
Nothing to do
Nowhere to hide
Diced into segments
Eaten there as and then
I know this will happen
Yes, all over again.
Douglas Raeside is a member of Inklings Writing Group, who meet on Tuesdays at 10.45m in the Annebrook House Hotel.