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Poems On Attitudes To Life

Updated on January 15, 2015

Poems About Life

Attitudes to life are often expressed in poetry. My early poems were often about life and attitudes to life of disturbed people. I have chosen this theme to showcase the first of what I hope will be many pages of my poetry on Squidoo. It may depend upon how successful these pages are, but I do have many poems to publish.

Prior to this project, my poems were written purely for my own benefit and have never been published. I did in fact set many of them to music and some of them have seen the light of day; but this is the first time that I have taken steps to make the bulk of them available to interested readers.

Despite the poems here having a common theme, they are about an eclectic collection of people and their attitudes to life. I hope that you enjoy reading them. However they are personal to me and as the copyright holder, I would prefer to know how they might be used. Please respect this and ask me if you want to quote from them.

It is a very new project but I have started a new blog to write about my poetry, Poems and Poetry on Life.

The image is licensed under a Creative Commons licence.

The Wicked Magician

A Poem About Good And Evil

A poem written many years ago when my boys were small. They were talking in the back of the car on a ride to a treat, and kept mentioning "the wicked magician".

I still don't know what or who he was, but whan I sat down that evening to write I kept seeing the picture of this character in my mind. I eventually gave in and wrote this poem, not at all like anything that I have written before or since.

The Wicked Magician

The wicked Magician, he cries in the night.

For the wrongs he has done and the wrongs he can't right.

The wicked Magician knows his way was wrong,

But for power and wealth he was just swept along.

The wicked Magician, he cries in his sleep

For the lies he has told and the vows he can't keep.

For we all have to pay for the black and the white.

The good and the bad that we do in our life.

And so to us all does come a judgement.

If you should believe in life after our death.

And so to us all there comes a choosing,

When at last we meet with the Lord God of wrath.

An original poem by John Dyhouse, the image of a magician is in the public domain

no guns
no guns

Put Down Your Gun

A poem about choice

Far too many people in our society today are far too quick to take a violent way out of situations. This poem (or lyric as it was set to music soon after writing) was written in 1977 but has never been published or even seen the light of day. I almost feel upset about having written it. I have never been in this sort of situation and hope never to be so, but i do find the piece disturbing

The text calls for another way of proceeding without the use of weapons, and a much calmer approach to issues. In the last verse all is explained, well at least partly.

Put Down Your Gun

Put Down your gun, you'd better run,

You can't have it all your own way.

You never know when you might need a friend

So put down your gun today.

Banish all thoughts of vengeance.

"Live and let live", don't they say.

You can't come up number one, every time.

So put down your gun today.


Put Down your gun, you'd better run,

And give yourself time to unwind.

You never know what you're liable to do,

Take the time to make up your mind.

Banish all thoughts of vengeance.

"Live and let live", don't they say.

You have to expect to be put down, sometime.

So put down your gun today.


Put Down your gun, you'd better run,

Some day you might need a friend.

Give me some time, let me change your mind,

Don't bring my poor life to an end.

Banish all thoughts of vengeance.

"Live and let live", don't they say.

You can't come up number one, every time.

So put down your gun today.


An original poem by John Dyhouse, The image is in the public domain

Are You A Writer?

As you are reading this lens, I would like to know if you are a creative writer yourself, or even if you write poetry.

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rays of the sun through clouds at dusk
rays of the sun through clouds at dusk

Is The Day Too Long?

A Poem About How Your Outlook Can Affect Your Life

Change your attitudes and the way that you look at life to be more positive and this could change your life for the better. Or at the very least provide a more positive outlook on life.

This is the message contained within these few stanzas.

Is The Day Too Long?

Is the day too long

To hold to what you're crying for?

Is the day too bright

To see just what you want?

Is the time too fast

To make your mind up anyway?

Is life just a dream,

You cannot hold?


Have you seen the sun,

When up above's a clear blue sky?

Have you felt the rain,

When the sun is beating down?

Can you reach the sky,

"Oh no", this time I hear you say.

Can you really say

You've ever lived?


You've never seen the sun,

The clouds of doubt obscure your mind.

You've never felt the rain

You're too insensitive for that.

You've never touched the sky,

Your crookedness is stopping you.

Oh no, you cannot say,

You've ever lived.

An original poem by John Dyhouse, The image is licensed via Wiki Commons under Creative Commons

An Aid To Creative Writing - A Book By Natalie Goldberg

I recently saw this book recommended for creative writers and the recommendation was given in very strong terms. If you only read one book on the subject read this one, I was told. Well coming back to creative writing after so many years, I decided that I oought to see for myself. So I bought it. I have been very glad that I did.

Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within (Shambhala Library)
Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within (Shambhala Library)

I did not feel that I need help in expressing myself through writing, but I did need a little help to find my muse and get back to a position where I was happy writing down what are essentially private thoughts. At first I was a little disappointed with the book and I thought it had been oversold. from the first few chapters it seemed that Ms Goldberg was advocating practice and little more. Well I know that any skill requires practice before it develops and was unappreciative. But she goes on to describe how writing becomes part of your life and where to find inspiration. She describes ways of making yourself look at the world in a different way and wanting to write about it. The book is about creativity and how it applies to writing.

After asking myself several time,"why is she saying this?" I suddenly clicked. I realised what she was trying to do, how she was showing the way. from then on I read avidly. It has been and will be a great help in the future as I write more and more.

 
waterfall poem poetry
waterfall poem poetry

The Waterfall

A poem about interconnections in life

"No man is an island", words often heard but do we take the meaning on board in our life. I unapologetically incorporated these words into this poem, and used the idea of melting snow on far mountain peaks, feeding a river which in turn creates a waterfall. The spray from the waterfall is felt by this observer.

We should realise that all life is inevitably connected in some way on this small planet of ours.

The Waterfall

By the banks of a waterfall, I hear the roar.

Rushing water fills a pool on the floor,

Of the valley, where the trees are so green

And I sit, let the waterfall carry me away.


Mountain peaks, as the sun rises I see its face.

Snow-capped peaks, far away but disturbing my peace.

Melting snow, fills the streams with its blood

And the streams fill the river which flows past my feet.


No man is an island unto himself

But he's a part of the world all around him.

You don't need to look very far

To understand and believe, what I am saying.


By the banks of a waterfall, I feel the spray.

Rushing water, fills a pool that's so cold for today.

Melted snow, from those mountains afar,

I sit and I think, let the waterfall carry me away

An original poem by John Dyhouse, The image is licensed via wiki under Creative Commons

old woman age ageing poem
old woman age ageing poem

Patterns On My Mind

A Poem About Ageing And Growing Old

Like so many of my poems, this has been set to music but never previously published in any form. In setting these poems to music I usually alter one of the verses to construct a contrasting metre/structure to create a middle eight for the song.

I am unsure what inspired it, I think the words simply appeared as I was writing in my notebook one day. I worked on the first few words and voila ….. there it was! It came to life of it's own accord and I was grateful enough to write it down anad call it my own.

Patterns On My Mind

Patterns on my mind,

Though my eyes seem blind.

I cannot see the world

Through tears of Pain


Red and blue and gold,

It seem's I'm getting old,

The world is fading

Faster everyday


I see Tomorrow,

It's here before today.

I see tomorrow,

and I see yesterday.


Red and blue and green,

I feel that I could scream.

I can't take no more,

I feel I'll lose my mind.

An original poem by John Dyhouse, The image is in the public domain

in a rut
in a rut

You're In A Rut Boy

A Poem About Procrastination

Sometimes I can identify with the main persona in this poem. I drifted into a job in my early twenties and stayed there, content to meander along until I retired. I did take many jobs with the same firm but they never really satisfied me, I shold have had a job with a more creative role. Perhaps I am passing this warning on.

Each of us must find his own place in the world where we can be true to ourselves.

You're In A Rut Boy

You're in a rut boy

Get up and go

Show them what you can do.


Stuck in a rut,

It's no way to be

For somebody like you.


You're in a rut boy

Walking a line

That's without any curves.


Got to stand up and

Shout for yourself,

To get what you deserve.


You're in a rut but,

You've got what it takes

Show them they can't get you down.


Show them you've still got

Enough fight inside,

To go a few more rounds


Don't be afraid,

You'll be amazed

At the things you can do.


Get off your butt, there's

Always a place

For somebody like you.

An original poem by John Dyhouse, The above image is in the public domain

Free Poetry E-Book

I have collated poems from this article and from a companion, into an e-book which is free to download from Scribd.com.

All the poems contained in these lenses are contained in the e-book.

The image is a pastel painting by the author.

Now that I have taken the plunge and published these poems, I would be grateful for any constructive criticsm of the work. Or perhaps you just want to share any thoughts on your own poetry. Either way, this is your opportunity to speak out. I hope that you will feel able to take the opportunity.

Please Let Me Know What You Think

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      John Dyhouse 2 years ago from UK

      Hi RustyW, Thanks for your comment. I fear however that I am a little reactionary as I do like my poetry to rhyme. Guess it could be my age or the fact that I started writing song lyrics and moved from their to poetry, LOL.

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      RustyW 2 years ago from Pennsylvania

      I enjoyed your ideologies...the creativity was certainly there; however, one thing you might want to focus upon is the use of rhyme within serious subject matter. Sometimes, it may detract from the poems' value by giving it a "sing-song" quality (ie. A.E. Housman). I like what I read, and I read what I like...Thank you, and keep up the good work!

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      Samson 2 years ago

      when im with you,eternity is a step away.my love continues to grow,each and every day.this traseure of love,i cherrish within my soul.how much i love you,youl never really know.you bring a joy to my heart,that i have never felt before.with each and every touch of your hand, i love you more and more.whenever we say goodbye,whenever we part.know i hold you dearly,deep inside my heart.so these 7 words,i pray you hold true,forever and always,i will love you.

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      Ibidii 3 years ago

      I like them all and I identify with the getting old poem. Very nice and thought provoking words. Takes me to places and times. Great imagery! Thank you for the link to your ebook!

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      Colin323 3 years ago

      I enjoyed 'The Waterfall'. You connect with all the senses, particularly movement and sound. I like the sense of water rushing & bubbling past.

      The British poet and author,Mary Webb, wrote a poem on life and its meaning and titled it, 'To Life'; I have framed copy on my wall.

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      Liz Mackay 4 years ago from United Kingdom

      Enjoyed your lovely poems.

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      anonymous 4 years ago

      I've been hear meandering through your poetry for a little while now as I take little breaks in work....thank you for refreshing my soul....you do reach inside, thank you. Also FB loved a while back. I sure appreciated your note....

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      Ellen Mitchell 4 years ago

      Lovely work. My favorite is The Waterfall.

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      Lorelei Cohen 4 years ago from Canada

      Poetry truly is one of the most emotional writing venues. I have yet to read a poem that does not strike deep into the emotional arena.

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      GOT LM 5 years ago

      Nice work.