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
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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 