Some days do not stick Choosing to slide right byAnd time so valuableIs lost in a haze of regretFor what is of valueIf not timeSo fundamental to all our endeavours.I asked,Some said moneySome said friendsSome said peaceSo I answered “But all need time”Time to makeTime to beTime to appreciateAnd once spent it cannot be regainedUnlike … Continue reading Last Day
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Given
I choose you And bid you Come away with meSo our hearts may become as oneAnd our days will run togetherWe will be indistinguishable As when rivers mergeThey will not tell us apart.You will take all of meThe best and alas the worstIt will be yoursTo do with as you pleaseAnd I will be better … Continue reading Given
The Candle
Flickering flamePulsing,Sputtering lifeAnd dancingAlways dancing,Bent by breeze,Reaching upTo cast shadowsOversizedThere and goneAnd back,As flame flaresSpits from waxReceding Shadows fallDwindle,As dance declinesLight retreatsBreath is heldThen releasedWith luminosity renewedSo fragileSo persistentSo,Mesmerising? Will the flameOutlive the candle?
There’s A Place
There’s a place I goThere’s a place I have to goDown a road called sanityOn a journey of self preservationAnd I am thankful that I know that roadElse where would I goWhen the world caves in?I make no apology for my absenceEven when I am hereI have memories to preserveIn that safe placeIn a town … Continue reading There’s A Place
The Hard Thing
Who’ll do the hard thing?The question has been askedHe who must The reply was givenBut me, I’m not so sureFor the world gets no betterOur hero’s are no moreIndeed do we even want them?Their very being and existenceCalling each of us to be betterTo choose the path of painOr stand lonely in placesOthers will not … Continue reading The Hard Thing
Human Nature
Oh when will we be healed Lord?When will we be well?We’ve been so sick foreverAt least that’s how it seemsAnd our physicians cannot heal usPhysician heal yourselfOur teachers teach us vanitiesIgnoring all our illsScience addresses the symptomsSteering clear of the root causeWhen all have worked their wondersWe will still wallow in despairBecause we’ve been saddles … Continue reading Human Nature
God In The Rain Without An Umbrella
Pirouetting and shimmying God moved through the rainWith a smile and a small laughAnd a sound like delight“I made this, I made thisIt’s was all down to me.It soaks to the skinI’m so full of joy”There’s an experience to be hadFor those who dance in the rainWho realise the blessingGet soaked to the skinForsake their … Continue reading God In The Rain Without An Umbrella
There Were Lies
They were liesThey were liesAnd there were liesBut they said it was the truthAnd they believed it was the truthSo maybe it was the truthWhilst remaining a lieYou seeing the world from your eyesWhilst I see it from mineSo much experience Preceding our beliefs Reenforcing our beliefsOur definitions of all that has happened So we … Continue reading There Were Lies
Tears will be our food
We will eat nothing elseWhen the pain becomes completeWhen the truth has all come outAnd the will to live is lowIn that day Tears will be our foodOur appetites will ask no moreFor it’s our souls we’ll need to feedFor their hunger will be intense What else do you feed your soulBut emotions served rawA … Continue reading Tears will be our food
Will There Be Peace?
When the war is overThere will be something that we will call peaceWhich suggests all will be rightAll will bring comfortBut it won’tOh the conflict will endAnd we will lay exhausted on the groundAnd tears will be our foodAs we count the cost Assess the damage and wonderWonder if there will ever be a way … Continue reading Will There Be Peace?
Issac
When Abraham raised his hand to strikeWhat terror filled Isaac’s heartThe knife would be plunged with all Abe’s mightBut the patriarch knew he’d cause God’s delightAnd nothing mattered more Have you seen a child eyes wide with fearHave you heard the laboured breathThe form of that first innocent tearThe role of protector becoming quite unclearStrange … Continue reading Issac
I’m A Real Boy.
I’m a real boy,I’m a real boy,The wooden puppet Pinocchio cried,As he danced on his strings,A jig of denial to all that made senseAnd aspired to what would never become,For if it were trueAnd we could be anything we wanted to be,He’d have donned flesh and bloodSo to set himself free. But whatever you’re told,Whatever … Continue reading I’m A Real Boy.
An Old Friend
An old friend took me to bed last nightI hadn’t done that in a timeI think I needed comfortingI think I needed something that would make me smileSomething familiar and scented with good times Times long gone by. We lay beneath the sheetsDetermine to set a moodTo re-enact days now passedTo find the memories and … Continue reading An Old Friend
Let Them Not Say.
Pogue, Having written Where Do The Birds Go (The Bigger Question)? and finished with the words; Leaving us no guiltLet’s not remember That evil prevails when good menNotice not I came across a poem entitled Let Them Not Say by Jane Hirshfield in my reading today. For me, it had taken what I had said … Continue reading Let Them Not Say.
The Mongoose
The mongoose danced the circle againThe cobra swayed and spatThe tango of death played onYet I have to askWhat profit the mongoose should it the victor be? It knows not what drives it into conflictBut this has always been the way‘It’s what I do’ it would want to say The cat that kills the birdLeaving … Continue reading The Mongoose
The Crow
There’s a crow on the fenceAnd she’s watching meWatching me And I know she knows more than I doBecause she’s been here a hundred yearsA thousand yearsLong before I sat downShe wonders at the futility of my lifeThe strugglesThe effortThe hopesThe dreams She wonders at all men and womenAnd the way they liveNever accepting the … Continue reading The Crow
Thought
There’s an original thought out there It’s mine It’s not yoursIt’s out amongst the stars And on the breezeIt whisper in the trees with the leaves sing alongSo leave it alone becauseIt’s not yours to have It took more years than you’ve known To bring it to lifeMore experience than you’ve gained To breath in … Continue reading Thought
Lazarus
Pogue, I thought I’d try to write a poem, inspired by the poets I read on WordPress. Tell me what you think. Should I write another🤔? I thought I knew me But now I know I didn’t. And you could do no better and know no more For just when I was ready to reveal … Continue reading Lazarus
Pogue,
I have continued my walking in the countryside because, well, it feels good. Even on the day the wind blows and the rain falls over the hills it remains good. It is uncomplicated and easy to become immersed in. So much a world apart from the way life normally plays out. It’s not demanding but … Continue reading Pogue,
Letters To Pogue 