25th Oct 202525th Oct 2025 Callum Featherstone

In Common

There is more
in common
here
than not.

Crock, kettle, boiled pot.
Blackness after stratosphere.
And, after body’s stiffened rot.
Melancholy and the fear
when set upon by black dog.
Burst clouds over heading near.
Foot stuck in the bog.
Doomed days blurred, unclear.
The jamming of the cogs.
No end in sight but
that’s more common
than it’s not.

Yes, there is more
in common here
than not.

A vision, now, I can steer
and see blue skies over every plot.
The motor’s running easy, top-tier.
I’ve got my foot loose from the crop.
The rain is more like happy tears.
What I thought was a houndly leer
turned out to be a gaze from a log.
Happiness’ touch in the eyes of deer
has pierced straight through my fog.
I’m glad to be alive in sheer
rocket sensed uplifting agog.

Either way you look it here.

There is so much more
in common
between us all
than not.

© poormansdreams

10th Apr 2024 Callum Featherstone

The purest vengeance of all

To triumph over adversity, is to know, the purest vengeance of all. For, those who doubted, ridiculed, disbelieved, gossiped about and wronged you, are forced to realise, that:
they were wrong.
Nothing needs to be said, nor, interaction had. Yet, there is; a secret, smiling jocund, a humble, solemn joy, a discreet, soulful jubilance = in knowing that; the universal scales are, once more, balanced, and, true justice is restored.

2nd Oct 20232nd Oct 2023 Callum Featherstone

Happiness, wisdom and foolish tragédies

Happiness is a forbidden fruit

when your soul consumes such grief,

the smiling, juicy, joyous flesh

makes Temptation a willing thief,

it’s often sought in seas of excess

leaving wrecks at Dependence Reef,

it can turn the sinning, wicked brutes

into patron saints of belief.

The taste of Happiness is absolute

without eating branch and leaf,

and, a tangle with despair’s wiry mesh

makes the taste that much more sweet.

Wisdom is an unwanted gift

when you think you know it all,

it hides in spirit’s plane of sight

foreseen under Sage’s shawl,

it can make ignorance feel like bliss

and, learning truth – a bloody brawl,

but, nevertheless, a worthy fight,

one worth every scarring maul.

Humility provides the lift

when pride tumbles as it falls,

and compassion reconstructs might

building bridges from crumbled walls.

This experience of all, which pervades us,

from cradle to grave and beyond,

can be unremarkable, perplexing and outrageous

once spawned in primordial pond,

this human condition exists to enslave us,

catching feelings that try to abscond,

a state which makes fallen angels our saviours,

and, breaks the chains of sacred bonds.

So, until selfish, greedy, loathsome behaviours

become unworthy, unkept, unfond,

there’ll be no happiness found in wisdom’s favours

while foolish tragédies eclipse le monde.

23rd Jan 2023 Callum Featherstone

Under Covers

It just might

be undercover;

human dust-mites.

Disapproving mother

makes

forbidden lovers

play more like animals

in the heat

under their collars.

Our symbiotic

shapes

feeling – just right.

The feeling smothers

you uptight

– breathing in –

water fountains and lakes

within bed covers.

Horizontally upright.

No bearing grudges

or bearing down upon

the breaks

when the love’s right.

There’s no trust like

it with anyone

else or any others;

this is our

glorious mistake

and this is what

love

really looks like.

We are always

shining bright together,

shining love’s light.

Even into old age,

our last chapter

and our

intertwined fates

remain forever…

We were right

to be undercover;

even after…

human dust-bites.

16th Jan 202316th Jan 2023 Callum Featherstone

Full House

Nostalgic

About being lovesick

That treacle poured, sticky toffee pud-sick

A poker hand that ends up in a golden band

And even when the cards are flipped

The hand you’re dealt, you would stick

No matter how much wealth was stripped

You’d maintain the tightest of grips

Because it’s a good fit.

And in time that initial arousal

Becomes a loving house; full.

3rd Jan 2023 Callum Featherstone

A Voyage to the Impossible.

What matters the most to you shouldn’t be able to be experienced from your bodily senses. It should come from deep within your inner most depths and be intangible. Far away from the noise of this world and way into the realms of the impossible.

Transforming physical possession and perception into transcendental prosperity.

Despite the wonders of our minds and their ability to perceive so many things, we are taught in a blinkered, binary, positive/negative fashion from a very young age – good/bad, right/wrong, happy/sad.

But, we are all of these things at all times throughout our lives. Think about it;

An evil man can make a just law.

A good man can follow an unjust cause.

Both could be the same man;

of a different sort,

on different days too

and in different lives.

So, before you judge; pause.

Remember;

A journey’s map isn’t always to hand.

True wisdom is always food for thought.

Ignorance within your mind betrays you.

And, your everlasting infinite soul survives…

Always.

Your very existence is an impossible journey and, yet, here you are…

Life is the swelling sea, your mind is the swinging ship and your soul is the ripple of every wave which laps up against both life and mind, sea and ship, on a voyage to the impossible.

17th Aug 202217th Aug 2022 Callum Featherstone

Inevitability

The ever impending doom that is death lingers over us on a daily basis. We are reminded constantly of what it is to be human, and, what it is to be mortal, despite our best efforts to duck, dodge and dive away from the ageing process. Whether it be an early, mid or late life crisis, they all boil down to the same sediment and sentiment.

That we are born and in doing so we must eventually die.

And when you really think about it; the futility of life that is, it is deeply frightening.

At one point or another we will all experience this thought:

“I am just a grain of sand in an ever expanding universe that will have zero impact on history whatsoever. I will be forgotten just the same as everyone who has ever lived, and everyone whoever will live.”

And this is totally normal. Terrifying, but normal.

Most people combat these negative feelings through distraction. This is a good idea seeing as the feeling of insignificance is incredibly unpleasant.

Inevitably distraction is a key part of what it is to be human.

Equally, so is mortality.

The irony being that a distraction from the inevitable only brings that inevitability closer towards you.

I would argue that it is always better to embrace the inevitable.

Now don’t get me wrong. It would be unwise to ruminate on the fragility of existence constantly because ultimately this would cause strong feelings of depression and/or anxiety. I do, however, believe that it is good to come to terms with your fate. In doing so you will defeat fear itself and unlock your true potential to live.

My very simple advice would be as follows;

Live in the moment rather than the past.

Seize the day rather than worry about the future.

Remember that life is futile but you don’t have to be.

Die living. Don’t live dying.

Ultimately the chance of you being created is around 1 in 400 trillion. So, why waste it?

Death is inevitable. Life, however, is not.