Down a Rocky Road


Down a Rocky Road



Down a Rocky Road

This post brings together two of my great loves: whimsical rhyme and chocolate.  They go well together.  Although my journey with poetry goes back to when I was about seven years old, my only experience of rocky road then was the pre-made variety.  A few years ago a friend was making rocky road.  As a fun thing, I decided to have a go.  It has continued.  I share gimmicky themes with families and friends.  It brings a few smiles.  Like many fun things its makes some messes along the way.  But that is part of the fun, isn’t it?



Are you ready for a trip

Down a rocky road?

Down the corridors of calories,

And a glyceride packed load.


You’ll meet some nuts along the way,

And coconut in state much desiccated;

With cashew pieces blended in

Your palate will be slated.


Did we mention the Turkish delight?

In its wobbly, smooth jelly;

It slips and slides so easily

Down to anyone’s belly.


The road might be wide and brown,

Or it may be bitter and dark;

Hints of caramel may blend right in,

But your taste will find the mark!


It might greet you in the morning

When the Easter Bunny comes your way;

It may dip its white-capped lid to you

When it comes to your farm to stay.


No matter the occasion,

There’s a rocky road for you;

So munch and crunch after lunch,

It’ll cheer you when you’re blue!



Simon C.J. Falk 28 June 2014


Ride on Social Media

Ride on Social Media

Distractions can have us lilting or limping through the agendas of our days at times.  Do you ever get distracted or sidetracked?  Ever have a fish for a proverbial red herring?  Anyhow, these little words were bugging me and I had to write them down. So, a nonsense rhyme emerged. I had been meaning to write a tribute to all the crew on WordPress at some stage. I guess that has begun.


Ride on Social Media


I entered into MySpace

And very soon got lost,

All those images and music,

And all the time it cost.

I don’t know if it’s still up there,

As I haven’t visited in years,

I never found a home in MySpace,

And over it did not shed tears.

I then ventured into Facebook

To keep touch with distant friends,

And before long found some groupies

Who getting hundreds, even thousands, were their ends.

Then I saw the rants and raves

With their belly-aches full of bile,

Who practised defamation

In various versions of vile.

But I stayed on with Facebook,

Keeping to my original ends,

I enjoy staying with close ones,

And still bump into random “friends?”

Then got added on to LinkedIn

Where people strut their professional stuff,

But if they wanted spiffy resumes,

Then mine is pretty rough.

I’ve enjoyed leafing through the Goodreads,

To get amongst the books,

And have been circled into Google Plus,

But then forget to look!

I tumbled headlong into Tumblr,

To see how I would fair,

I really like their layout interface,

But didn’t find many things there.

Thank God I found WordPress,

It’s much better for the soul,

There I have found some writers

Whose words fill in a hole.

I really enjoy WordPress,

And what comes into its reader,

When it comes to social media,

For me it’s become a leader.


Simon C.J. Falk 18 June 2014

Across the Dim Threshold and Back

Across the Dim Threshold and Back

What do they feel
When that time comes for them?
When all seems too much
And the weight of their world
Weighs wearily on their shoulders.
Is it simply a fault
In the delicate dynamic
Of brain electro-chemistry?
Or have life’s lessons
Just been more than they can bear?

I am the voice of failure
I speak in whiney monotone
I follow your mistakes
And haunt you when alone.

What turns the tide for them?
What makes it all too much?
When the daily drudgery of getting up
Becomes all too hard.
When answering that mail,
Taking that call,
Making that appointment,
Seems too much burden,
Or too futile
In the pain
Which pendulums between numb and ache.

I am the voice of apathy
Depression fills my days
I drain the marrow from your life
In many little ways.
And before you know it
I take away your zeal
I hold your energy captive
Till nothing can you feel.

What then makes some end it?
What steels their resolve?
Is it the sheer necessity?
The only way to escape
Across the dim threshold?
What then leads others back
From that deep, dark dungeon of despair?
Is it love for others?
The not wanting to punish others
For our own pain?

I am the voice of honesty
I stand and eyeball pain
I look into its darkest depths
Searching for its name.
I sit as an observer
In a firm but empathetic gaze
I draw the dark out to the sun
That it be examined by the rays.
And when the rays have warmed it
And cast out all the chill
I hand your life back to you
To your measured, tempered will.

Simon C. J. Falk 10 June 2014


One early death or person with depression is too many. We all know them. At times, we are them.  This poem points towards some of the experiences and observations gathered  along the way. It contains no definitive plan or answer. It merely offers some wisdom gleaned from life experience and shares it in both free verse and rhyme.

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