In the middle of the night

Roger Macdivitt 2011-05-12

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Thoughts monopolise and control me

Minutes morph into hours and time loses real perspective

Why does the mundane take on the cloak of importance

Worrying about lack of sleep leads to worried thoughts of tomorrow

Tomorrow, although inevitable becomes feared

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Discomfort and the wish not to disturb others becomes paramount

I would be so easy to just accept not being tired

Perhaps we are over-tired

Whatever the truth the desire for sleep takes on disproportionate priority

The alarm clock’s setting looms huge

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Hunger or over-eating are to blame

There has to be a reason

Something that was unimportant becomes tomorrow’s reason

Money, bills and time comittments combined

Disaster seems inevitable

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Sounds travel in nocturnal air

No daytime traffic polution intervenes

The sound of a disturbed bird makes us think of danger

The sly old fox becomes a bloodthirst killer

The morning will reveal feathers and blood on the grass

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Slowly, so slowly the time passes

But then

Resolution to problems seem more likely

Fitfull sleep brings snippets of dreams

Real but absurd in their detail

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Morning approaches and the sleep that evaded us now presses

We fear now that sleep that we sought

What if we sleep too long?

Give in, we do, to that healing rest

Morning arrives and our fears prove unfounded once again

Oft repeated habits

© Roger Macdivitt 2011

Clandestine meetings behind innumerable doors

The world tries to clarify its values and laws

The verbal rhetoric is met with applause

But very few acts true comfort assures

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Fling wide those great capitalist gates

Push aside want and unnescessary hates

Ignorance merely the false ego inflates

Education, often misdirected, means that nobody relates

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Which parts of religion’s answers bring solution?

The narrowly secular tend to fuel revolution

While the cunning and evil enter in mutual collution

Gaining advantage and causing confusion

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Many stand in the shadows of history

Embellishing long-outdated views with false glory

Whilst all of the time it’s the same old story

Of survival and pain and inevitable fury

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Our spiritual strength is undeniable and evident

But our weak and abused bodies are spent

Like unwritten goals, no chance just intent

We know what fails yet we still experiment

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Even when we see success in others

We fail to support like sisters and brothers

Instead we find ways of blaming all others

And it’s too late to change what the victim’s history uncovers

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We all hold the key, we all have the power

But can we find the lock before the hour?

Or will history be repeated like a perennial flower?

And will all of mankind’s dreams prove just too sour?

There’s no glory in Civil War

© Roger Macdivitt 2010

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Daddy, you said that the noise would go away

But tonight it’s getting worse

The bangs are nearer than ever today

And the angry people shout and curse

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Daddy, you said that we are safe here

But the glass just blew out of the window

I try to feel safe, but feel only fear

There are guns in the street down below

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Why did my best-friend lose his mummy?

What did she do to deserve that?

He said that she’d a baby in her tummy

They said that it was a gun toting rat

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Daddy, do you have to go and fight?

Can’t you stay here and help us feel secure?

You always told us that fighting wasn’t right

How much more must our family endure?

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My friend’s daddy is fighting his brother

And their cousin’s uncertain what to do

His own children disagree with each other

And they both say nasty things to you.

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Daddy, what is it that we fight for?

Is it money, food or just because we hate?

Perhaps we feel cheated or just want more?

For all our sakes let’s stop before too late

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Daddy, Daddy, Daddy what’s that noise?

It’s getting much closer by the minute

I can hear the shouting of our neighbour’s boys

O Daddy…………………………………………..

Hi Roger,

I liked "In The Middle Of The Night"...

it made me finish a poem I've been thinking about, working on...

about grapevines & trees...grapevines & everything...actually about people.

Perk-up everyone

© Roger Macdivitt 2011

Tell me why so many poems are sad.

Why are so many endings so bad?

Is it really the case

That we have to lose grace

And describe all the bad things we’ve had?

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Divorce and desertion and hates

Figure high in the discussions on mates.

The sadness of parting

The need for remarking

About his or her failure to relate

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Why must we ponder love lost?

Why must we all weigh up the cost?

There is fun to be had

Even when things seem bad

For the oceans of life keep us tossed.

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Bring back the famous old prose

Which celebrated sky, sun and rose

Where dafffodils dance

In the breeze and entrance

And the scent of lilac is brought to our nose

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Yes, those things are still very real

How do nice things and thoughts make you feel?

Draw a line under regrets

And let your future sunsets

Promise new things and a new you reveal

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Perk-up everyone