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She tells a joke –
I laugh aloud
She shouts obscenely –
I agree
She wanders over to
The other side –
I laugh, aloud,
At me
Caught in life’s maze –
A puzzle solved
Caught in the rip
Within the sea
I raise my hand
For help to come
Life yet lived –
My final plea
Her shadow follows –
Windswept hair flows
Too cold, too callous
To save a thing like
Me
Yet, to win one must
At first, to lose –
Pleasure craved at mortal cost
Of her, of she
He walked the hall of darkness
Toward where the light had shone
But the headlamp of the coming train –
Was on
He strolled with tunnel vision
His eyes deceived by rain
It was only a short shower –
Umbrella’s sweet refrain
He dawdled down the road less travelled
He heard thunder – more like hail –
His hearing was imperfect –
He was frail
He crawled upon the avenue
To the parkland – hear the band
His sight showed him perfection –
Then he ran
For he could not face perfection
Even excellence could be
Pristine in the valley –
Unspoiled in the sea
And he could not bear consider merit –
It did not sit well with him –
Though hard-fought, his achievements (such as they were)
Had been
But those were for others to judge
When they had the time
In the tunnel, in the parkland,
In the valley, in the rain,
The light, once bright, like sunshine –
Whence it came.
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A smile’s what you see in summer
When the sunshine stays awhile
Happiness follows suit –
Dressed to impress, in fashion’s latest style
Where is undue wariness?
Where have despair and illness gone?
Could they not stand the heat that day –
The day that sunshine shone?
I’ve been down in the valley
Where despair and illness stay –
I’ve been atop the hill when it became a mountain –
And in the harbour and the bay
The trickling water fountain
And the stars dancing in my bay –
The grassy knoll atop the mountain –
Yes, the sun followed me that day
When Faith, Belief, Trust and Hope
Tracked the sun down from behind
Impatiently waiting to share their thoughts
With others of like-mind
But despair asked me; ‘Why be grateful?’
‘Why move your mouth toward a smile’s stance?
Why not be sorrowful and mourn your life (and others)
Rather than take sunshine’s hand and dance?’
I replied; ‘I have no way of knowing
Where the train of negativity would lead –
The smile that I see in summer
Is my garden’s seed.’
There was a pang of enmity
That wouldn’t let alone
There was a trace of regret
Of that, I wish there none
There’d been a flash of fortitude
Inscribed upon the sun
Regret did not like the heat
Hedonism won
Nearby I’d seen humility
Speaking with the sun
A pang of enmity, quite lost
A wrench, he would become
If I had to choose, a choice in me
Would set me forth, would open me
Love be over enmity
It’s written in the sun.
The air seemed thin, cut with a knife
The night sky much the same
Like a London winter closing in on frozen
Like icicles on a lake
She reached out to touch that sky
But all she could feel was war
Nothing else to reach for
Nothing worth fighting for
That night told her nothing
Aware of no-one, nil and nought
No phone-call, letter or door-bell ring
While young ones sacrificed and fought.
The war reigned on, her young one quiet
She could envision distant fear
A cherished remembrance on a darkened night
Whispering sweet nothings in her ear
Was it his voice that she could hear?
Love’s murmur on a frozen night
A breathless recollection
As she turned out the light.
Death slept peacefully all night through
Sky turned black, then to morning hue
Sunrise awakened Death from slumber
Moving close, embracing you
You were the one for whom I felt affection
But Death became a silent kiss
Love, Repentance also seen
Life losing you, now amiss
To win Life back, Sacrifice be found
Grace in support, Abundance lost
Standing distant, on the mound
Care, Compassion, now embossed
Health had turned, gone for good
Gates, heaven-sent, awaited you
Life’s friends assisted, but tall Death stood
You were my passion… – feeling blue.
I stood upon the road
Paved in bitumen and stone.
I felt nobody loved me
As I stood there all alone.
I stood upon the road
That diverted east and west.
Some moved one way, some the other,
No-one knew which way was best.
I stood upon the road
On which there’d been a recent crash.
I’d seen the body taken away
Like they were putting out the trash.
I stood upon the road,
It had grown puddles from the wet.
I’d been protected, no-one knows how.
Was He my protective net?
I stood upon the road –
Somebody loved me after all.
Had I ever stood on that road,
Or was I entranced, enthralled?
I stood upon the road –
No-one saw me as they passed.
Were they focussed on the fork ahead
Or just going too fast?
I stood upon the road
When someone hit me, I know not who.
Was it Him, or a perfect stranger?
Or was that someone…, you?
He senses darkness,
Won’t go away,
The black dog no-one sees.
He senses darkness,
Ever present,
The grey cloud, on his knees.
He senses darkness,
With him only,
Talking as he walks.
He senses darkness,
The black dog barks,
In the road there is a fork.
He senses darkness,
It frustrates him,
No matter which turn he takes.
He senses darkness,
It’s driving him,
The traffic, it awakes.
He senses darkness,
It’s telling him,
It’s time to make a choice.
He senses darkness,
It’s willing him,
But with that there’s a voice.
The voice, it tells him,
“Away the lead,”
Let black dog roam free.
He senses light,
Omnipresent,
As he lets black dog
Off the lead.
He senses light,
Overwhelming,
He turns…,
And there…
Is me.
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