Poems - Daniel Bourke

Poems

A collection of 9 posts

Cartoon record player with dancer spinning to the music

Listening or dancing?

Swimming or floating? Walking or standing still? Pissed off or laughing? Opposites give each other meaning. The listener’s ear hairs swing to the beat. And the dancer moves to the sound. Going through life floating down the stream. Or swimming along with events. My Mum used to teach swimming

ocean waves flowing

River meets ocean

Two of my friends got married on the weekend. Nothing went to plan and everything went to plan. A sensational day full of love. The day before I decided I better write something down to say in case I get too drunk. I'm copying it here. A parable and a

Create something every day

Create something every day

Why? Because creating takes thought. Not for the views, not for the fame, not for the money, these things have their place. But to expand your soul. To tune into your spirt. Find where that energy is coming from. Low on resources? Even better. Use the constraints. If you’re

Laying in bed

At night I lay in bed. Think of her. Stare at the roof. Roll over, adjust the sheets. Think of her again. What if I never see her again? Doesn’t matter. What was there was there. Even if nothing comes up, even if the memories fade, the feelings won’

Let the animal out

Let the animal out

Where’s it been? Hidden away Someone told you so Don’t do that Don’t do this You can’t You can’t do that It’s not all their fault You listened. Thought they were right. Held onto what they said. An early death comes to those who

One last walk

From walking along the desks at school Everyone looking on There’s a dog in the classroom What’s a dog doing here? Soon enough everyone starts to enjoy it Good dogs do their own thing Play, walk, eat, sleep, shit Simple Conan was a good dog Black and fluffy

A good tired

It’s getting warmer. Getting up early is getting easier. The sun is up, you can walk out the front, feel it on your chest, feel the energy. I love the heat. I love this time of year. People say how hot it is, I tell them how much I

The girl from yesterday

The girl from yesterday

It’s funny how it goes. You could be working on something all day and then run into a girl you know. One you used to lust over, not anymore but plenty in the past. And it throws your whole system out of whack. All the memories are so strong.

Riding the wave

Riding the wave

You couldn't fathom being here 100-years ago Yet here we are Metal cylinders carting people across the globe The lady asks if I'd like something to drink, water and coffee please, black, sure she says, thank you How lucky am I? Sitting here thinking about what happened if The pilot