A light at the end of the tunnel

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When the darkness is so overwhelming,
Look to the stars above for some hope,
The glow in the eyes of a child playing,
Helping the mind restore and to cope.

There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,
A hope to help lift us from despair,
A hole for water to escape a funnel,
Letting us out when the world’s unfair.

You will enter a place of still solitude,
Peace and quiet, solace from all the din,
To get there you’ll need to show fortitude,
As this nirvana you will find is within.

© Neil Dufty

A poem on Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus

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SHE:HE
You never show me any emotion
I’m always showing you devotion
You do not even know how to try
What do you want me to do? Cry?
You so do not really understand
Hey, I am only trying to be a man
A nice gift, a little kiss on the lips
What’s the problem? We go on trips
Surprise me, be romantic, my honey
I know, you want more of my money
Wait, there’s someone I’ve got to text
Let’s go and have wild, passionate sex
You’re always trying to get me into bed
Now you’re really playing with my head
At least the girls they will shop with me
And the boys they let me feel so free
This long discussion is going so nowhere
It’s an argument, you’re not being fair
You’re shirty, you’ll now give me the snub
That’s right, I’m off now down to the pub.

I’m sorry, here are flowers to show I care
Flowers, that’s a change, so very rare
Can we kiss, make up, and get some food?
Long as it’s not make out, not in the mood
Let’s call it a truce? I will be there for you
And I will try to accept you for being you.

© Neil Dufty

Phubbing

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When you’re in a crowd
And someone comes towards you
And ignores you
On their phone…
Phubbing 
Phone Snubbing

When you’re on a night out
At a restaurant
And your date
Constantly goes
On their phone…
Phubbing 
Phone Snubbing

When you want to have a conversation
With your teenager
And they just have to go
On their phone…
Phubbing 
Phone Snubbing

When there are laws about not 
Phoning and driving
But people 
Still drive
On their phone…
Phubbing 
Phone Snubbing

When you’re reading this poem
On your phone…

© Neil Dufty