POEMS FROM INSIDE ME
BY: LEIF GREGERSEN
JULY 1, 2013 (CANADA DAY)
THESE ARE POEMS INSPIRED BY MY DAYS IN
EDMONTON
WRITTEN MOSTLY AS I LIVED IN BOYLE-MACCAULEY
THESE ARE ARTWORKS AND DON\u00e2\u20ac\u2122T INTEND TO MAKE
CLAIMS
OR COMMENTS ON ANYONE LIVING OR DEAD
DEDICATED TO BEVERLY-ANNE GREGERSEN
1946-2009
I do love living here he said wiping a tear
Warmness surrounding hopes abounding
Turning me inside out
Seeking my shelter the humidity swelters
My heart beats to the rhythm of death
Home on the couch I stop and I crouch
Is that somebody looking at me?
I thought it was safer to simply not waiver
Stand my ground and see what will be
In this part of the city the street has no pity
For those of us trying to save
Don't walk home at night out of the light
Take a Limo it's cheaper than pain
I lived here in the Italy part of this city
And loved all the pizza and beer
But I've been here too long because things have gone wrong
But for me it's a matter of pride
I can't give up the food or be so incredibly rude
As to leave without saying goodbye
Is there a part of this world where wings can spread out
unfurled
And not boil freeze or be eaten?
I think I will stay for at least one more day
I'll find love if it rips out my heart
Leif N. Gregersen
June 29, 2013
Poem Song
Looking out I'm looking in
Thinking love is such a sin
Thinking life was so much more
Before I stepped in through the door
Family now and kids to feed
Work until my fingers bleed
Taking days just piece by piece
The only one I love is my little niece
I thought you would be by my side
Did you take me for a ride
Looking out at days gone past
Happiness will never last
I'm not going to lie to you
Little child with a heart so new
Love will beat you 'till you fall
Make your friends and love them all
I will say just one more thing
Don't let them hit outside the ring
Looking out and looking in
Loving you was not a sin
Leif Gregersen
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Poems From Inside Me
PoetryThis is a chapbook of poetry that led me to dedicate myself to writing, whether it be for money or simply to express myself. In this book I talk about family, love, loss and all the illusions that life brings us through.