The time for cool heads and democracy…



And so it begins
The dawn of a new era
In which there are
Those of us…many,
Who are sceptical
And yet also fearful
For the future.

Perhaps we should be wary
But maybe
We should give the day
To which every dog
Is entitled
Its chance

Because that is democracy
And that is the way
We do things…

©Joe Wilson – The time for cool heads and democracy…2017

The image is meant as a metaphor for the ridiculousness of it all.

How grey the sky…

Once more the rains came
To soak up my resistance
My heart is now a sea of hurt
From memory’s harsh persistence.
And see how grey the sky now grows
Though still the sun will shine
It warms me not I find these days
For how my heart does pine.

And all the gold from winning
Some mythical jackpot prize
I’d trade for just a moment
Of joy in your sad, sad eyes.
For all the pain that’s in my heart
No more than lives in thine
Is love that fuels this sorrow
In two hearts that intertwine.

©Joe Wilson – How grey the sky…2017

The sign of love…




How deep he sank
In lover’s arms
Beguiled completely
By winsome charms
And she in arms
That held her near
His innate goodness
Drove out her fear.

And thus true love
Was surely found
Yet from their mouths
Came not a sound
Through signs she made
And gestures he
They knew this love
Was meant to be.

They sat a long time signing
Hands on heart in gentle fists
As all who sat around them
Just simply didn’t exist.
And in their lives together
They’ve never been apart
They always greet each other
With gentle hands on heart.

©Joe Wilson – The sign of love…2017

Friends of mine always communicate this way. This is for them.

To Nandrathan – or to caravan…

In the darkest shadows of Nandrathan
There lurks a horror so great
Fools who venture there at night
Can suffer a terrible fate.

For in those darkened shadows
Beyond a door quite small
There is a tiny nightclub
With comedians who’ll appal.

Once you step inside the door
They chain you to your seat
And play back Bernard Manning
Indefinitely – on repeat.

And all comedians that you hate
Are played on video screens
When Davidson steps on the stage
Escape, by any means.

So if you’re booking tickets
For a stay in Nandrathan
Change you mind, don’t go there
Do the Broads by caravan.

©Joe Wilson – To Nandrathan – or to caravan…2017
This is entirely for fun and are the ramblings of a silly sausage. 😉

The snows were here, for a minute anyway…


The snow fell
Yet once again
Perhaps fortunately,
The wind picked it up
And dumped it
No snowmen
Smiling back
As we drew back
The curtains.
Just the usual
Roads and pathways
Where the less than wary
And the quite frankly careless
Are also dumped
On their now sore behinds
Only to rise up
Red with embarrassment
And with much more care.

But yet once again
That fall of snow
Caused chaos all the way
Schools closed down
Public transport ground
To a halt
It is very much
The British way.
And even as airports struggled
With this fall of snow
Remember there’s
Much more up there
And only
One place it can go!!

©Joe Wilson – The snows were here, for a minute anyway…2017

Tales of life: Old age~sadness…

Life has now started to overwhelm
Sadly, he no longer feels at the helm
And where he was once in complete control
He often now thinks his brain takes a stroll.

He’s not one for moping and sitting around
Giving a hundred percent for each pound
It’s a rate of exchange that he understands
How one should pay for ones life’s demands.

But it seems too much as the years add up
His fingers can now barely hold a cup
And his voice has developed a wheezy gasp
As many small things seem beyond his grasp.

He sits in the study and reads his book
And ponders the path the journey took
Though he has regrets he can’t recall
When thinking back his mind will stall.

In his long life he’s seen such things
In younger days they gave him wings
To fly and soar, his love nearby
No longer here, it makes him cry.

He feels so very old and worn
A heart once full seems badly torn
And as he sits a silent sigh
Is all it takes, he starts to cry.

‘Where did it go, so quickly too
His life no longer spent with you
And soon his time will come to pass
Then he will join you here at last.’

©Joe Wilson – Old age~sadness…2017

Thank you…

2016 was a terrible year for me, it was a terrible year for our whole family. The hardest thing a man will do is bury his beloved child. Since our daughter’s death in May we have been overwhelmed by how many people miss her as we do and how many wonderful friends she had. I cannot express adequately just how proud we were of her, nor how grateful we were to have known her.

She was a beautiful daughter, a beloved sister, a loving wife and a wonderful mother.
Her indomitable spirit was inspiring, her courage immense, her talents so many.

We have received such tremendous support as to amaze us, from our son, who came home from New Zealand with his awesome wife, we couldn’t have survived without them. Our friends in the village where we live have been staggeringly kind too.

I though, have received tremendous support here in this cyber world that I sometimes live in, and I wish to thank you all for being so kind and indulgent.

Some of you may have noticed that my poems have taken on a darker hue over the last few months. I hope that I can get past that before too long, but then world events may stop me.

Thank you all for your continued support and I hope we all have a better future starting now in 2017.

©Joe Wilson…2017