Month: Sep 2015

Ah Ella…

On By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Sitting writing, a bourbon to hand
Something was missing
I couldn’t understand.

Scratched my head
Scribbled some words
Nah! Something else instead.

Then it came and I felt so much sweller
It was some musical company
And I switched on the glorious Ella.

‘Every time we say goodbye…’
Others often sing it too
They shouldn’t even try.

Amongst these words I now peruse
Only a bit of fluff I know
Finally though, I realise, Ella’s my musical muse.

©Joe Wilson – Ah Ella…2015

With her purity of voice she was the perfect jazz singer.

Far too many guns…

On By jovisgoesIn Guns, PointlessnessLeave a comment

He didn’t know the victim
In fact they’d never met
Their ideas though, were as different
As it was possible to ever get.

The victim had always worked so hard
And had had a degree of success
He lived his life in a low-key way
And was happy in his comfortable mess.

The shooter had always worked hard too
But success had passed him by
He never seemed to do much good
No matter the different things he’d try.

And thus they stood there face to face
The bitterness pouring off one
He took his aim at his victim
Pulled the trigger and then he was gone.

Another pointless killing
Of an innocent man in a street
The killer just taking out his vengeance
On the first man he chanced to meet.

Such is life in this so modern world
Where guns outnumber their control
When being alone in the wrong place
Can see your body get parted from your soul…

©Joe Wilson – Far too many guns…2015

A grand plan…

On By jovisgoesIn Belief, Shortcomings2 Comments

And so at last it comes to this
A choice betwixt that place, or bliss
Struggling through a life of pain
Working hard for little gain.
The semblance of my life’s refrain
Is echoed o’er the world’s domain
As slipping now I start to miss
Life’s final sweet and tender kiss.

But yet, I fight and will not go
I’ve been here once before, I know
Fighting then to stay behind
Brought back to life by those so kind.
I’ve felt it though, so I won’t mind
When time is finally called I’ll find
As slide I into ebb and flow
No tiny imprints left to show.

We are here son
We so do be
But when we leave
We are set free.

We are as but a grain of sand
And dying once, I understand
We’re here to help within our span
To nurture life, do all we can.
Embracing differences of man
As tiny parts in this great plan
And if we sense it’s something grand
Perhaps we’ll feel that mighty hand.

©Joe Wilson – A grand plan…2015