The Lesson for Today by Blair Gaulton

Lovin the Asylum

It has been awhile that I have written anything other than poetry. I was doing some things today and I noticed that I was feeling good.
That is not a bad thing, the only thing is that I did a bit too much. Since then, I stopped lifting things. Nothing I lifted was heavy.
However, I had a hernia operation a couple of months ago and I have been careful with lifting. Today showed me that I still need to be
cautious for a period of time. The last thing I want is to have problems or end up back in hospital.  Listen to what your body tells you.That is my lesson for today.

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Quirky Quips By Blair Gaulton

is an attraction.
Which keeps the mind parked.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2010

Is hope thinking
less of itself.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2010

My Workout
my workout
was two bananas.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2010

Hello receptors
this is the brain
don’t want to complain
why the delay?

receptors to brain
not here today
gone on holiday.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2010

Living Cocktails
If we are only chemicals?
Does that make us
living cocktails?
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2010

The Pickled Flowers By Blair Gaulton

Grandfather’s Song
Looking around
I see you everywhere
even though you are long gone
Our time together
was priceless
I will carry our memories
to my dying day
you have been stolen away
death carried you off
to the great beyond
you are anchored in my heart
I wait for the day
when I can join you
we’ll sail off together
into the endless sunshine.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) Jun 2003

Morning Music
pinched glass
like a woven spider web
in the cool morning wind.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) Oct 2003


Cleanly unkempt
around his beer
like the earth around the sun.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2003

Excitement/ 2 Hours Later
Bodies in chairs
filling up the place
minds are all in space.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) 2003

Dribs and Drabs 1999 by Blair Gaulton

Somewhere Near the Edge of Daylight
Somewhere near the edge of daylight
is a dream
waiting to be fulfilled.
To blossom into reality
and restore hope
to those who feel shattered.
To whom nothing matters.
Is this a wishful thought?
Based in a baseless belief?
or reality waiting in the wings?
The answer lies
somewhere at the edge of daylight.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) July 1999

The Stage
Empty and neglected
it is being pummeled by the
elements and insects
a sentinel of a former time
that will never return
yet,the fishing stage
clings on
a reminder of our past
bellowing to silent communities
that are no more.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) Nov 1999

Carefully, the squirrel slinks towards the bread.
He pokes his head underneath it,
and eats a hole in the center.
Then he runs(springs) away
with his new necklace.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) Aug 1999

The Ship
Lonely and listless
it rests in the harbour sligthly listing
slowly decaying as the rust feasts
on its bow, stern, and hull
what was a ship
is now an apparation
Its presence haunts.
© BJG (Blair Gaulton) Sept 1999