Harry Is A Poet

Man, it's the super power of which we'd all boast The one day-to-day that we'd value the most What if, rather than being super strong or super fast You could step back in time and alter the past? Currently, you take a retrospective intellect But with respect can make no effect On the mistakes you made, the time you mispoke Well don't be afraid, lets go for broke Because now you hav...

Dedicated to Beth and Joe. A very lovely couple, who I am honoured to know. (See the link for my pre-amble) I've always found best man speeches sort of weird. Because, even to the groom, as best man, you are at most the *second* best person here. Because the best is the bride who is Beth And God Bless I wouldn't couldn't wish to be anything less than second-best. Because she's in f...

It may just be a passage to lead to the butt but I have a message you should trust your gut Even though this logic may seem insane I often think it better not to trust my brain So many times, without much reasoning I feel that “my sandwich might need some spicy seasoning Maybe I should buy this thing I don’t need Maybe I should do this fun misdeed” My brain says “no, you’re being unreasonable Some...

Whatever you say about me behind my back, make it honest. Look, I know that I haven't been universally blessed I've done a whole lot of really stupid things I know my voicebox cracks somewhat when it sings I know that sometimes I seek to be the centre of attention Just know that I honestly have the best reasonably good intentions So, if I do ever come up in conversation, for one reason or...

Lord you gave me gifts,     Lord you gave me gifts, Lord you gave me more than I can ever wish for I'm trying to live up to all you've given me to live for Even though I may seem to just be demanding more I'm thankful for them all, there's not a one to ignore If I'm to find a reason I was put here for I know you've gifted me, in so many ways You've given me a lot of tal...

There's a lot of detail in the world. A lot of colour filling in the gaps. There are advertisements in every space. There are words in every silence. He was lucky. He had the filter. When something happened, When a quick response was needed, It. Switched. On. Then the world would be clear The easy path would be here And he would instantly know The direction to go To solve the question To make...

Some things, are clearly for grown-ups. Dark Chocolate. Long books with very small text. The drinks Mum and Dad keep in the cellar. Responsibilities. Uggh. The thing is, some things that you think are for grown-ups - kids can enjoy too. Movies with a lot of blood and guns and guts. Adults say kids shouldn't watch them, but I say with certainty kids would love them. The same with expensive food...

The stars seemed to twinkle. The moon was bright. We talked too long through a too-short night. We were barely distinct shapes, voices in the dark. We sat on seats of moss and bark. Gathered as friends round a diminishing campfire. We told tales to cheer and tales to inspire. One told a tale that made every person there cry. One told of a man who would never die. I ventured a story, very well told...

The Organised Masses™ insist that the day holds many hours. That you should rise early to unleash your powers. That the World looks beautiful at 6am. That they can rise early, and that we should join them. Now, I don’t attempt to debate or dispute. That mornings work well, or that sunrises are cute. Nor can I refute all of the work they get done. Compared to those that stay in bed until one. They...

This poem is dedicated to the first among us, He's the one who went first, and he caused enough fuss, That our parents couldn't muster as much energy to be annoyed at us when they asked "Why?" At the silly stuff we'd do under their tired eyes, Because he went first, and he took the worst, He was the first among us, and the first on this Earth. He, he was the first to go to sc...

And against all the odds this organic heart of mine beats I was a chance birth Hey, we all were. The odds of my strands of DNA Expressing themselves in my particular way To lead to me, the person standing here right now today Man, it makes me shudder. And then, all life has thrown at me so far The stresses the pains the heartbreaks the actual, physical dangers: like cars or lightning. Or older bro...

It's not beautiful he said regretfully Don't get this guy wrong, he said it respectfully But it was the tone of a man, who wished very strong For a piece of insight that would prove his instinct wrong But there it was, stark, plain, and true. A piece of art his friend had worked on for six months through. The friend had toiled, become nigh on a recluse They'd made their soul a point of...

It is no bad thing, my friend, to dance. To lose your mind and to enter a trance. To forget the world. Forget its pains. And bang your head without refrain. Raise your arm. Wiggle it around. Shake a leg. Give the air a pound. Jump. Jump again. Jump. Jump again. Get low. Don't like it? Get up then. You do you. Nothing else will do. Be yourself, through and through. And if the person who you are...

If it's a while since I've seen a friend If it's been many moons, then I can't even pretend That I recognise them, sometimes. But that's just how life goes Time as has marched onwards and I simply tell them I've missed you. But I've slept since then You see, sleep is the barrier. The reworking of our minds It's the internal engineer, fixing what they find Chucking o...

There should have been trumpets, And harp strings a plenty Instead there's just regret And a head that feels empty No, not empty. There are echos in there Echos of a dream. Of a wonderful place where... No, it's gone. Now there's just the morning. The slow realisation of another day dawning. So now, now my weary friend. You must rise. You can no longer pretend You live in the sandman&#...

We trapped words in pages and used it to inform the ages Past and present of everything we'd come to represent The stories of those who had come before us, the chorus, Forgetting those stories which were so-so and would bore us Instead embracing the flow of those who spoke most sonorous But the stories which were a must were those about our bloodlust The tales of the fictional "us",...

Hey. hey you. You in the corner. Or even you at the side. You, the person who feels empty inside. Just, please. Remember to smile. Even if it's not often, even if it's only once in a while I swear, really, it'll be worth it once you've tried. To set all your pains and your worries aside To stop thinking of the here Stop thinking of the now. Clear your mind As much as your brain wil...

I can't be the only person, who when growing up, thought I was really good at telling if someone was good or bad. Honestly, it was easy! They'd turn to the audience and then reveal that they were completely mad. They'd show how their desire for money or power would corrupt their very soul And then tell us point by point how they'd achieve their wicked goal Do you remember? Hey, I&#...

"Did you not expect us?" It was a call echoed loud throughout the land This protest wasn't coordinated This protest wasn't planned It was simply and clearly what we had to do. Ignited by all they had put us through. We were so innocent, once upon a while We'd laugh and joke, we'd dance and smile They told us "you'll have it all We'll push you high, you'll...

This may stand contrary to all you’ve heard in your life thus far But if people like you, they like you for who you are And in my case, that means I like you as someone different to me As someone with a whole different life philosophy And as long as you’re ok that we won’t always see eye to eye That you might shout a fervent nay when I say aye Realise that I in fact do want to hear your present an...

I've always adored punk. I've adored the way it took no one's word for granted The way it looked at authority and asked 'why?' The way anger was encoded in each raw pluck of a guitar string The way it became much, much more than just the sounds on a record They did what so many before them have tried to do in vain. They took disatisfaction at the world and turned it into something. They turned it...

I was once two cells. Then one. From the moment, I became someone. I would grow and grow and get real tall Now I can’t remember being one cell at all. And I. Have really. Tried. I started off easy. I can remember being very nervous 5 minutes ago Before I had any sort of idea where this poem would likely go It’s a very clear memory. Although one I’ll probably forget Ah well. We’ve got more difficul...

In this hand I call my own I hold a pale, speckled stone It’s smooth and hard. I feel its weight. And I begin to contemplate. See, with the stone that’s in my hand There’s many futures I have planned The potential power that lies within The futures paths I could begin This stone could break windows, This stone could break trees And where this stone goes It goes because of me This stone could be fl...

Lord, here in this moment I'm praising You here in this moment I'm praising You I could pray for hours and days right through pray for the Spirit I know to be true I will go from here. I will falter. I'm not perfect. Yet I know right now in my heart You are worth it When I'm reminded of Your miraculous death and birth it Inspires me to throw up my hands and worship I want to sing t...

I take the beach as the border In its place in the order Of Land. Beach. Sea. It separates the earth Twixt the water and the turf The sand boundary. The water it fights Through the day and the night To steal the land back inside But each time before It has had to withdraw The moon pulls back the tide With sand seaweed and stone The beach stands alone In holding back the waves So castles, they fall...