Sometimes there’s nothing to sayBut the desire to say something is strongThe need to create rises up insideAgainst the fear that all is lostThen I’ll just write whatever I findIn the belief inspiration will come Sometimes there’s nothing to sayI have no wisdom to giveAnd despite the need for an answerThe need for some hopeAll … Continue reading Nothing
I seek the wordsOthers no longer use,Found by the wayside In states of disrepair,Neglected and unfashionableIn need of attentionAnd some loving care.Some can be brushed down,Others need much moreBut each was onceThe vehicle of meaningThe carrier of feelingPathways to understandingWinged messengersHermes, each and everyone,Worthy of time spentCollecting and relaying to pagesTo touch the minds of … Continue reading Words
I made a mistake onceSomewhere on the wayI didn’t do it againUntil the other day,I felt something was missingAnd now I must sayI’m really, really tryingTo make one each day,I admit it’s not so easyI’m trying to not delayBut please, please appreciateWith life I’m having to play. I want to be quite human I’d be … Continue reading Mistakes
I went to the trees todayFor I was weary and sad,I went to the trees todayTo escape the world that pursued me,I went to the trees todayBecause I felt no one understood,I went to the trees todayI needed friends who listened.
My dreams are strongBoth day and night,In this reality I am feared,Even revered,Held in trembling respect,For I walk in placesOthers fear to go.With an elegant madness in my eyesI plunder the depthsBeyond death mysterious veil,Mordors fires,Valhalla’s glory,Nivarna’s bliss.What you prophesied as heavenWhat you call hell,Nothing is denied to the dreams I have.I tell you, you … Continue reading My Dreams Are Strong
There’s a poet in my pocketI think she’s rather quaint,She smiles like an angelAnd makes me feel a saint.She’s lending me her best linesThoughts deeper than I’ve known,Compelling me to write themUntil I’ve composed a poem.She’s not bothered about a creditIt really would be a bind,To have to wait to be acknowledgedMaybe getting left behind.For … Continue reading My Pocket
Somewhere between brilliance and blasphemyThat’s where I position my mindWith my eyes to the mountain And my back to the voidThe world in all it’s diversityI’m reading like a bookUnderstanding there is no rightTrying to decide if there’s wrongIf I should pin labelsTo other people’s thoughtsWhere should I draw the line Between divine and demonised?Oh … Continue reading Somewhere Between
There’s an old woman in a winter coatA coat that has known the coldShe wears her scarf up highAgainst the coming frost foretoldWoollen gloves that have seen better daysAnd boots that are perhaps too old But walking the country pathsWith greying hair set freeShe cares nothing of what others thinkPreferring just to beThe person that … Continue reading Winter Coat
If you were to look God in the eye,Could you hold that gaze for long?Even for a moment?Find your smile to wearAnd pretend not to feel brazen?In a wild momentWould you dare to ask the questionThat steals your sleeping hours?The question you ask as ‘Why’?Adorned in tones of accusationFire smouldering in your eyesBearing testimony to … Continue reading In The Eye
Memories are not what they use to beAnd is that good Or is that bad?Because I don’t remember things quite the sameAs others who repeat the tale,The memory was once a clothPatterned in a certain wayBut time the magician has played a gameAnd embroidered patterns of intrigue.So our histories have a different viewWhere I remember … Continue reading Memories
Well Pogue, After yesterday’s musing I guess we need to sit a savour the songs of one of those master wordsmiths I mentioned. I’ve gone for Bruce as, well, why wouldn’t I. I mean, this song was from his first album and he was already writing this well. Just enjoy. https://youtu.be/uozMTmEjxHc And if you want … Continue reading Songs to Pogue…What I’m Listening To Now.
The children still play in the old school field.The trees stand in the same places,Shed leaves in the same season,Look bare in winter like before,They’re just bigger than on that dayWhen you and I climbed so highHid in their branches And were possessed by make believe.I was happy then.The crime was that I did not … Continue reading The Old School Field
Come to the woods with meCome amongst the trees,The wild branches in passion with the windHeaving and thrustingEcstaticHeaving,And we will be lovers by proxyAs we sit and feel the energyThe raw power of ancient woodBent in nature’s embraceAs trees bend and stretch,Groaning,Gasping,Yes, yes,Our skin will tingle Wind whippedAnd we will share the momentThe climax,Then the … Continue reading To The Woods
Light your candle and hold it outI’m lost and stumbling around in this darkness,The night has been longLonger than I have ever rememberedBut the little light you profferIs a seed of hope to my soulAnd I can tell myself that all will be wellIf only I can get by until,Until the dawn heralds the new … Continue reading Light your candle
There’s so much that I don’t understandThe more I thinkThe more I findThe world is a continuous question getting biggerThe mysteries of old were but a precursor to all that was to comeBut it wasn’t to comeIt was always thereWe didn’t know what we didn’t know Then there’s people whoare a mystery all of their … Continue reading I Do Not Understand
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
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
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 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
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
I didn’t understand a word you saidBut I really liked the way you said itYou purred Eyes flashing and dancing with intrigueAnd that smile like fresh poured honeyMade the words so incidentalYou didn’t need then any more I’m not sure quite what you did”What just happened” was all I thoughtI couldn’t comprehendCouldn’t collect my thoughtsHad … Continue reading The Moment
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
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
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
A life of patient suffering… is a better poem in itself than we can any of us write…It is only through the gates of suffering, either mental or physical, that we can pass into that tender sympathy with the griefs of all of mankind which it ought to be the ideal of every soul to … Continue reading Thought Of Another
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
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?
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
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 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