July 17, 2026 Poetry

Four Poems

Four Poems Artwork by Mike Callaghan
LOYALTY

Those faithful 
souls cannot 
be bought -

the double-crossing
can't be taught -

that principles
without a price,
won't compromise
or sacrifice,

it's not a skill -
a practised art,
as loyalty comes
from the heart,

it can't be built -
it can't be grown -
it can't be borrowed -
lent or loaned,

it's not designed
or cultivated -
well-refined -
deliberated,

loyalty may
be disguised -
a snake in
camouflage 
can hide, but -

those with duty
to defend - define
the traitor from
the friend,

it's been that way
since year dot -
you're either loyal
or you're not.




WIND YOUR NECK IN


Wind your neck in -

shut your face,

your noisy engine -

drum and bass,

your sonic boom -

my ears shatter,

cut the volume -

quit the chatter,

barking dogs - 

it's overbearing -

constant traffic

horns are blaring,

zip it up and

stop complaining -

drop the monologue -

it's draining,

babies screeching -

give it a rest -

the preacher's preaching -

I suggest,

you pipe it down -

your high pitch shrill -

your siren sound -

your fire drill,

just give me peace

and say no more,

I need release -

my head is sore,

your loud opinions -

no I'll pass - coz 

you're always talking

through your ass.




THE RAREST GIFT


Few can ambidextrous switch -
so few can sing in perfect pitch,
the few are gifted intuition -
few with surgeon hand precision,
few can dance with perfect timing -
few can conquer Everest climbing,
few become good tightrope walkers -
public speakers - dinner talkers,
few can do the telepathic -
few can tumble acrobatic,
few become Olympic skaters -
few become impersonators,
few can solve the Rubik's cube -
so few can thrive in solitude,
so few become good belly dancers -
scientists with all the answers,
few are skilled to fly formation -
few can master levitation,
few can fashion clothes design -
or portrait paint or juggle blind,
but the rarest gift despite the rumour -
blessed the few - a good sense of humour.




BE GOOD TO ME ON SUNDAY


I don't need your devotion -
your attention - or to listen,
connect with my emotions -
or to tell me I'm forgiven,

I don't need your affection
or to feel your tender touch,
I don't need your protection -
your support - to be my crutch,

I don't need adoration -
all your compliments and thanking,
your true appreciation -
all your patience - understanding,

I don't need all the accolades -
your gratitude - respect,
your sympathy - your serenades -
your charming intellect,

I don't need all your lavish gifts
and all your good advice,
don't save me in a snowdrift -
I don't need your sacrifice,

I don't need your agreement 
or to see my point of view,
just be good to me on Sunday -
and be good to me on Monday too.