Out Loud and On Purpose

Be creative out loud and on purpose
Without listening to anyone who tells you no
Because you've been listening to "No"s for far too long
And who knows what you could achieve with some "Yes"s instead?

So dance among raindrop that send others inside
Sing for the ears in fields of corn
Write on paper, on pixels, on your skin if you need
It's time to stop stopping yourself

Because there are people out there who want to hear you
And there are spaces waiting for your voice
There will always be time to rest and be quiet
There will always be time catch your breath

It doesn't matter if you're out of practice
But it's important to give it your all
For now, find a place and be unashamed
And let your creative soul be free at last

I'm feeling a rhyme

now hold on just a second because I'm feeling a rhyme
it might take a minute but I'll get it in time
so hold on with me and well see where to go
let me follow and scheme for the direction of flow

your see I'm a, ink-on-page addict who's addict to art
there's no greater blood rush than touching a heart
I once was a cynic but now I'm out of denial
about how I live for the tear and I live for the smile

it's a, strange thing to trust in some lines
to follow a thread through twists and winds
but for, those who the rush is a must in a brand new verse
you better follow for better least you leave it for worse

poetry is absurd, I know this to be true
but I'll follow it still, I hope you will to
the journey will always have it's prose and rhyme
the only choice you have is whether to give it time

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Written before the Holwer's Poetry night in York

always a younger sibling

I was always a younger sibling
So emitted younger sibling energy
I gave the impression of someone
Without much responsibility

And while I did eventually take some on
And tackled such tasks with great aplomb
And learned overtime what it's like to grind
I can't help but ponder something on my mind

Would I be a different person
What I recognise myself as me?
If I was someone with younger siblings
And had a childhood with more responsibility?

Would I feel more peer pressure and begin to drink?
Would I be more constrained in how I dress and think?
Would I be better with time and better manage each hour?
Would I understand more what it's like to have power?

It's not like a desire, just a curiosity
And not something I'm thinking about too practically
But in a world of what-ifs where I work out my worth
I wonder if some things were fixed from my birth

Out of Office

Dear Reader,
I'm sorry. Harry's brain is out of office this week.
If your desire for poetry is urgent, please peruse any of the existing catalogue.
If you desire a new poem, you can try to reach Harry's brain directly
but
well
Harry himself is struggling to do that right now.

We do apologise for the inconvenience.
We hope this message will tide you over for a short while.
Remember, too much poetry can lead to flights of fancy, escapism, and a broadening of your horizons.
As such, it's ok to take breaks yourself from reading poetry too.

Many thanks for your understanding.
Hoping to be back next week.
Harry