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Poem: One great precious moment

~ John Loraine ~ 15 Comments

Hope is what we need
In all the hopeless places.
Love is what we miss
When we need to be loved.
We reminisce about summer
During long and cold winter days
And in the summer we want to
Cool it off.
There is a balance in life
That works, and it might not
Be working for all,
But it makes life interesting.

We’ve been apart too far
From one another, maybe too long?
Cannot even remember our last conversation
Or the last phone call we had.
Life’s moving fast,
We are growing old faster.
One minute you were a child
The next you’re an old man.
One minute you think that there is
Still so much to live
And so much to life
And the next minute,
You’re at the end of it wondering
Where did the time go?

There is nothing to take back.
There are so many
Precious moments in life and
There are only so many sunsets and
Sunrises. We sure miss a few
But we cannot afford to ignore
The wonders of nature and
How beautiful it is, trying
To make us feel better,
To give us hope,
And love, and life,
and so many precious moments.

Poem: Snow

~ John Loraine ~ 17 Comments

It snows today.
It snows today again.
It seems that there is no end
To this white matter, which
Just keeps falling from the sky,
Like nobody’s business.
But it is everyone’s business.
Everyone’s trapped now
In their houses with all their problems and no escape,
Nothing to do and nowhere to go.
We sit at home all depressed and angry,
And thanks to God for the booze and movies.

When it snows, it’s nice and beautiful,
It looks so pure and clean and white,
So picturesque, so fresh and new.
But later, this white pureness will
Melt, and will show its darkness
It’ll turn into a black and nasty,
Fucking mushy icy matter
Which will make your car dirty,
Your shoes wet and your soul cold.
The third time it snows this week
And I am already sick of it.
Fuck it, go away, you fucking snow,
Let me be free, let me enjoy the nice,
Warm and humid, sunny summer days.
They are so missed.

Poem: A glass full of wine

~ John Loraine ~ 8 Comments

Like a glass full of wine
Overflowed,
And the wine keeps pouring.
And the glass drowns in it.
And the wine never ends.
And the emotions are so raw.
And fresh and clean and
Fucking beautiful
And Brahms is playing the
Violin Concerto in D Major
And nothing else matters,
Any more, any less,
Live goes on as it should
And we should move on,
Somewhere else,
Remember that Brahms concerto
And the good wine
And all the good times
And the warm sun
On the nice bright day
When we were young and
We didn’t give a fuck
And we were so innocent and true,
Just like that violin Concerto in D Major.

Poem: You and Me

~ John Loraine ~ 13 Comments

The day changes the night
As the night changes the day,
And so it goes on forever.
There is a unique dynamic there
With darkness and daylight
With quiet and noise,
With life and death,
With you and me.

I am here and you are there.
You leave and then come back.
I talk and you don’t listen.
You do something when I don’t.
We are just like the night and the day,
We are positive and negative,
And there is this attraction of opposites
Between us and keeps us together.
I smile, and you cry.
I walk, and you run.
I leave, and you don’t come back.
And I go out searching for you.
And we are back together again.
We play this game forever
As it all repeats over and over…on and on…

Poem: From dusk till dawn

~ John Loraine ~ 12 Comments

The early morning hours
Usually, go by slowly.
They are taking their time as
They know that there is no rush.
The streets, the trees, the cars are
Motionless through the night.
They know that
There is nothing to do
And there is nowhere to go
Until the sun wakes up
And the new day begins.
Everything begins with dusk
And it seems like I am the new person
During those early morning hours.

Things happen and things change,
And by dawn, it is already another day,
It is another me,
It is another life.
We all live from dusk till dawn,
Hoping, thinking, struggling.
We all know that nothing’s last forever,
We all know that neither dusk nor dawn
Will help us stay alive for a while,
And neither will make us better people.
Surely, they will be here.
Long after we’re all gone,
Before we turn to dust,
There always will be
The same old dawn,
The same old dusk,
And the same dull life
For somebody else,
But not for us.

Poem: There goes another poem

~ John Loraine ~ 8 Comments

There goes another poem
Just to show you that there is still
Something more to say.
There goes another line,
Just to show you that
We are moving on.
We all know that there is the way out,
But we don’t know where exactly that is.
We don’t know how to get there
And we all try very hard to find it.
To find that way out.

The morning sun will never lie to you
But your mind will,
You will lie to yourself
Looking for the truth,
Looking for comfort.
There is more comfort in the lie
Then in truth,
There is more comfort in rain
Then in the blue sky,
There are better days somewhere
Out there
Waiting for us
With all the rain and blue skies, and
All the poems in the world.

Poem: Everything will pass

~ John Loraine ~ 12 Comments

Everything will pass,
Everything will go away,
Someday.
Nothing will be the same,
Nobody’s still the same.
These long and useless days,
These short and pointless nights
This everything will pass.
Everything will become the past, at last.
This line above is now the past.
This poem also is the past.
The dark and the light will pass,
The birds, the trees, the grass,
The sea, the trees, the smile and tears
Will pass.
The youth, the health, the passion,
The shame, and sorrow, the hangover
Will also pass, at last.
The future, the present, even the past
Will pass.
Time will tell, time will heal, time will pass.
The struggle, the passion, the good and the bad,
It all will pass someday.
Nothing is here to stay,
Nothing is the same.
I am never the same
As my life is never the same,
As my troubles are never the same.
Who gets to leave? Who gets to stay?
These questions will remain.
Just wait, just wait, my friend, awhile.
Look at the sky and smile.
I hope the sky will stay.
I hope the sky will never go away.

Poem: Pandemic

~ John Loraine ~ 12 Comments


The times are changing  
Our lives are changing  
Our usual day-to-day is not  
What is has been anymore.   
The thoughts about what can go wrong,  
When life is so good, they are now in the past.  
Have changed to thoughts like  
How will we survive? How we can make sure  
Do we have enough of everything to carry on?  
The virus is spreading like the early Spring’s warm breeze  
And it is blooming at the same time  
The first flowers on the trees are blooming  
In the Spring. Death is blooming too.   
The virus is beautiful just like the blossom  
It has these little crowns,  
It is hard to resist, it is everywhere,  
It takes your breath away,  
It is impossible to stop.  
Simple things like enjoying the warm sunny days,  
Like enjoying the blossom blooming,  
Like breathing the air become deadly things,  
Dangerous, contagious. 

We are covering our mouths with masks  
We are covering our hands with gloves,  
We are covering our souls with greed  
We are covering our minds in darkness.  
The strong will survive,  
The smart will survive,  
The careful will survive,  
An idiot will spread it all over  
And give the virus a life, a chance.  
We all need a chance, we all need to live  
We only have one life, and there are no returns,  
No second chances.  
With are fridges filled-up, with our pantries filled-up,  
We sit in our homes, isolated,  
Away from each other,  
Hoping for the best future,  
Hoping it will go away soon.  
Will go to work, those who still have one,  
Will resume our vacation plans,   
Will re-invest our portfolios,  
Will see another day,  
But we all will be different people then.  

Maybe we’ll learn to appreciate the little things  
In life,  
Perhaps we’ll learn to share  
With one another,  
Perhaps we’ll learn to survive  
And to help,  
Perhaps we’ll learn to be mindful,  
And to be human again?

Poem: The matter of life and death

~ John Loraine ~ 12 Comments

The feelings of sadness and emptiness 
Are filling myself up as if  
Running water fills up the cup 
And runs over the top splashing all over. 
I was left alone and hopeless with an emptiness in my heart 
And some random thoughts about nothing. 
Everything becomes nothing 
When you become less than zero, 
When your soul is just another cloud in the sky 
Blown away and torn apart by the wind, 
Burned by the sun and shit over by the birds. 
Everyone has its own destiny 
And the destiny sure has everyone alright. 
These games with life are tough,  
One will never get out of here alive. 
You can smile death right in the face saying ‘Fuck you’ 
But guess who will be laughing in the end? 
This is the fight for life and death as we are all getting closer 
Day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute… 
Everybody has their own clock to punch out
When their time comes.