Sunday, 30 April 2017

Poem - Life After Life



Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse
 

Life After Life

What if when we die
we don’t stop, we carry on
continue being, still as you
but in a way a dream would do
so we don’t come back
as someone else or start again once more
but keep going forward
as if walking through a door
but no longer physical
more like spiritual
It would be more dream-like to the feel
What is reality?
Could it still be real?
‘Living physical you’ would no longer be around
it would take a while to comprehend
take a while to learn
It seems to me ‘subconscious you’
would finally get their turn


© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.





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Saturday, 29 April 2017

Poem - A Tree Grows Tall


Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse


This is one of the shortest poems I've written but the lines of this metaphor say it all about my relationship with depression and everyday living.




A Tree Grows Tall
A tree grows tall
grows strong
braves all
the good
the bad
sometimes I’m not a tree


© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.





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Friday, 28 April 2017

Poem - I Talk But No-One's Listening


 Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse




I talk but no-one’s listening
 
I talk but no-one’s listening
drowned out as no-one’s hearing
if they’re not hearing
are they seeing
if they’re not seeing
Am I here?
Am I existing?
I’m outside looking in
I won’t shout or stamp my feet
every day, all I say
is lost in the hum of life
other people’s lives
but what of my own life?
What am I saying?
Who will be noticing?
Will anyone be answering?
When I’m heard
when I’m seen
only then shall I believe
I am living
I am being


© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.





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Poem - We're Killing The Beauty


Rainbows at Night - The Poems of Clive Culverhouse




We’re Killing The Beauty

Our body celestial
gravity shaping it spherical
our home of rock, metal and ice
resilient but fragile
but with sabotage from our hand
so I’m making a stand by
taking things off standby and
recycling things I use by
correct disposal and
making sure I don’t buy
animal products and
taking note of use by
dates to prevent waste
and halt the haste of how
we’re killing the beauty


© 2017 Clive Culverhouse. All rights reserved. This poem is the property of Clive Culverhouse and may not be used without permission.





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