Dominic's Poetry

Poetry is very close to Dominic's heart, each day something inspires another poem. If you like Dominic's poetry and would like to be included on this page please e mail Dominic Auraprofiling@gmail.com

Invisible

Invisible 

 
 
You only tell me what you think
Opinions wrapped up self 
Never stopping to listen 
That I may have a different view
 
How you treat me
Reflects back on you
Little time for anything new
I have to settle that it is all about you
 
I am a person too
Born of weakness self doubt too
Have you ever considered that I might even fear
Or are you too wrapped up in you
 
Tell me what to do
Should I always just be there for you
Or is who you become
A result of me giving you everything
 
Time moves life changes for me as well as you
Your mind is full of want
Your own way is your only way
I may love you, but I have grown to dislike who you have become.

Understanding

Understanding

 
Life revolves and we take our turn
At being what has come before
Screaming children running wild
It was never like that when I was a child
Social comment on what other's choose
It never seems to work out 
Which ever way we go
 
If life is stacked in those who have favour
I rather stay low save my talking for later
No opinion matters or comment welcome
Just be nice and do not utter 
I'm sure it was never that way
When I was younger, people spoke passed comment
On everything I considered 
 
Insincere people dressed with false smile
To match their hair and glamour
Will we look back with laughter
At those who wore their hair long and fake
Or is that not a comment to make
Judgement is only feared
When ill thought out from a thought of nothing
 
Should I fill my days
By giving a dam
About anything dear
My thoughts just disappear
Into the mist of a huge long list
Of how life changes at a rapid rate
But everything just stays the same
 
Nothing new under the sun
Just brought back around to re run
The same key to different doors
Nothing is original just predictable 
Laid before nothing more
A different face a nightly host
Sat in place of  a bunch of ghosts.

White Stone

White Stones

 
Wheels within wheels
Lines within in lines
As far as the eye can see
Row after row of white stones
 
A cross, a star
Etched on two sides
Each stone separate design
Uniquely scribed  
Leafs blow the only havoc
 
Lines of men
Standing tall and proud
Futures laid out
Like rows of stone
Cold and motionless
 
Symmetry calling
No  buckle to the rule
Straight in line
No one moving
Just white ghost statues 
 
Time may be lost 
In amongst the shadows
Proud men with no hope
To invent the lives
That war sadly took.

Out in the Cold

 

Out in the Cold ( Fred's Poem )
 
An old man lived  the other side road from me,
He would wave
Share a word, a card or two,
Not a man you would notice
Unless you lived across the road from him,
 
A man with a life,
He never did have a wife
Just a mother, few friends
Inoffensively paid his way
With little fuss.
 
Time passes and he grew old
Finely succumbing to the call
The promise of the eternal life
Gently tapped his hand
Beckoning him to come.
 
His house was now dark
No light lit his door
His curtain shone no more
An empty matchbox
After all of the sparks had gone
 
I watch in disbelief
As people came and went through open door
Took his belongings and lined the street
A life time of history
Displayed by chairs and mats
 
Seemed so unfair 
The old man across the street
His life laid out
For any passer by to peer and peep
Even if he was only fast asleep
 
Days gone down
A life time of collection
Privately gathered
Familiar chairs with cushions 'Fred' bare
Now people point and stair
 
Everything  owned is only lent
It may not be yours as you think
Just ask the man across the street
A life time lived without fuss or trouble
Now his possessions lay shattered outside his home.

Flag

Flag

 
 
Stand behind your flag
Which ever one is yours
No matter of division creed or culture
Stand behind your flag
The colours that define you
Stand tall and proud
Express your soul out loud
Stand behind your flag
The one you could fight and die for
Stop and cry for
Soft cotton and symbolism
Floating on a breeze
Meaning painted on a face
Long before the race 
Stand proud under your flag
This is your pride you defend
A leader to the end
The focus of the goal
What your taught to hold
Stand proud.

Bonfire

Bonfire

 
 
I want to build a bonfire
And burn all those wasted thoughts from my soul
A conjurers string of ever lasting coloured flags
Pulled from my soul
 
 
I want to build a bonfire
An ever lasting fire
That burns on the fuel of love
That never gets exhausted 
Just reaches further 
 
I want to build a bonfire
That lights my soul from within
The passion of the new
The ever green skin
 
I want to build a bonfire
That lights my way ahead
A beacon of remembrance
Of all the things I dread.
 
Cleansed with purity of fire
Not tied by burdens
Hell has not fuelled
My fires of now.

Left not Lost

Left not Lost

 
I have only left, I'm not lost
Stepped out of this life
And into the next
I am have only left your sight
Not your heart
Even thought your sure I'm lost
I'm not
I have only left
Departing was simple
I fell asleep
And then awoke
I have only left
I'm not lost
My mind is still strong
I never thought I would be long
I have only left
I'm not lost

Cry

Tears

 
Smart people cry
Rainbow bridges to sanity
Tears are communications from the soul
The way to let emotions flow
Outward signs of inner turmoil
Kettles boiling releasing steam
Strong people cry
To relieve the tension
That everyday living brings
We hide our fears
In case we show our moist damp tears
Still strong people cry
Kaleidoscopic colours of captured torment
Let loose like wild horses
Caged then free
To galloped uncontrollably
The weakness in me
Is afraid to be set free
Strong people cry. 

Little Things

Little Things

 
A breath on a window Payne 
 Vibration of a heart beat
Little things that show so much
A thought of kindness
An open gesture
Little signs that mean so much
Never stop to miss
The little things that life provides
The things that mean so much
A photograph of a long forgotten time
A conversation lost in thought
A person that will never grow
Just stay implanted in our thoughts
A day that meant so much
That has now flown away
The little things that we miss so much
Time within ever changing minds
The arrow that missed but never stopped
The journey of infinity
The feelings that we miss so much
Child free warmth
No stain of need
Just the little things we miss so much.

Coffee

Coffee

 
Senses alive
The body asleep
Expectation gathers
As the smell is exposed
The clear liquid steams
Ears realise
Liaisons excite
Just too hot
To taste on the lips
Breath in deeply
Aroma nudges the senses
That fist tentative sip
Brown liquid bites your tongue
Your caught in the grip
With blurry eyes
You can not disguise
That bitter sweet smell
Coffee is melted
Into pure conscious hell.

Waiting

 
 
 
Waiting
 
What are you waiting for,
Bells to ring
Alarms to call to you from afar,
What are you waiting for
The sands of time to run clear
Or your life to disappear 
Those of you who are waiting for a sign
To re - a line
Are miss in formed
There is no new dawn
Just the same sun rise
That has reason to shine
What are you waiting for
A brand new door
To beckon you through
A gap in the clouds
So your sun shines through
When we wait
We wait
Nothing new
Without you
Time stands still 
But just for you
So I ask 
What are you waiting for

What I was never shown

What my parents didn't know

 
I want to know 
What my parents didn't know
I do not want to follow
What they followed
I want to know what my parents did not know
The joy of discovering jazz over classical
The freedom of choice
I want to discover what my parents did not know
To escape the ropes of stagnation
The recreation of the old
I want to start something new
Colour my life with bright new thoughts
I want to know what my parents did not know

My Mind

The movement of my mind

 
My mine moves in new direction
Every thought
Action and interaction
Shows a different outcome
A different way to consider, 
A different life to live
So if my mind moves through so much just in a moment
How many thoughts would I have created
Over many lives times
How many wishes, wished for,
Or denied 
How many dreams achieved and then died
If my mind is ever changing
Who am I to know who I am
Where it is I should go
Or even return from
No obstacle to jump
No road to run
Just a conscious mind
And a heap of time 

Boring

Boring

 
Dull moments listening
Time stealers humoured
Endless boring antidotes
Well rehearsed, never changed
 
Laughter heard a thousand times before
Just in the right place, nothing more
Recounted stories of little relevance
Cobbled together with gaps to applauses 
 
Photographs taken and displayed
Encourage to ask
Where did you stay ?
Grey moments on wondering days
Who really cares
How you filled your days
 
Experience that are personal
Should not be shared
Not many of care
How you wore your hair
Moments of sadness
Days of old
Should stay untold
 
Who wants to know 
How you decide
To dine at the Ritz 
Or sit there transfixed
 
Your life is for you
Enjoy what you do
Just do not expect me to sit through
Endless images of you in Corfu.

Stars

Star

 
Pulsating not breathing
Suspended on an Ida down of infinity
Everything you ever are
Winking afar
 
A passageway through time
A moment of loss
Far from reality
Showing what once was
 
Beyond comprehension
Or imagination
Built by perfection
Temptation calling to explore
 
Spectacular recreated by the billions
Waving to be discovered
Shadows of ghosts
Long departed 

Cut Flowers

Cut Flowers

 
Perfume of beauty
Resplendent in anticipation
Closed to the eye
Waiting to explode in expectation
 
Popping with colour
Multi buds give up their hidden secrets
For eyes to gaze 
Or wonders to be missed
 
Background adornment 
Canvases of colour
Brightly, utterly caressing the back drop wall
Lighting, casting shadows on far way floors
 
Fading, weeping drained of life
Kept alive by moisture shared
Dipping low to fall apart
The fate of flowers cut not to last. 

Emptiness

Emptiness 

The spiral of endless thought,
Wants, needs and forever more,
Waterfalls of ideas meaningless in their complicity 
Visions of sparkling stones.
Cold metal objects.
Waiting to be held.
 
Empty thoughts
Lost in a maze
Never finding a way out of the cave
Woven threads that we crave
Only to be shed
Left to decay
 
Moments of thought
Distraction of now
Brought to amuse
Then thrown to the ground
 
Simplicity of want
The envy of like
Satisfaction of new smell excitement
Lost in the time
When tomorrow is old 

Sleep

Sleep
I want to find the sleep
The murky world between worlds.
The land of possibilities, where dreams are true,
The other side of my pillow
Warm, silent deep space black.
 
I want to find the sleep.
Awkward as it feels to close those eyes,
Surrender to the unconscious mind,
Between the lines of here and now,
The deeds that take only thought to tell.
 
I want to find the sleep.
No laws or mindless empty rules,
The open universe spread wide,
With a million sleepless strides
Where anyone can hide.

What do you think ?

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Look forward to hearing from you,

Dominic

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