The powerful wind…

 

The wind howled like a banshee that terrible day
It had argued with everything it left in its wake
It whipped up the sea to a thick grey mist
Through the windows the view was dark and opaque.

And over the crash of the huge black waves
Screaming yet so faint, their voices pathetic
As they slowly succumbed to the cold Irish Sea
In a storm that had raged with power kinetic.

And the gathering orca had much to enjoy
As they filled up their bellies from the dead
While the sharks in the shipping line boardroom
Sought to rip off the families instead.

One hundred and forty three souls were lost
Neither ship nor a person survived
But it’s said in a storm in the cold Irish Sea
You can hear the last calls that were cried.

©Joe Wilson – The powerful wind…2018

Where are we heading…

 

‘an empty head is a foolish head’
Some idiotic teacher once said
Yet though I try to clear it sometimes
One thought always nestles there instead.
Man seems hellbent on destruction
We destroy as much as we create
And minds and hearts of too many
Are filled with unnecessary hate.
Are we heading for Armageddon?
Where only the hate-filled survive
Where having one’s millions about one
Might be all that keeps one alive.
Death toll in the war zones keeps rising
And the poor in the street beg or die
While leaders play nuclear football
And all that they say is a lie.
So my mind fills with usual thinking
But that nagging thought always remains
Ever jogged by the media pictures
That highlight the death-toll bloodstains.

©Joe Wilson – Where are we heading…2018

Youth…

 

Clacton, Nineteen Sixty Four
Sawdust Caesars, all-out war
Fifty four years since those days
Bones now creak in many ways.

Pierre Cardin and Levi jeans
The Twisted Wheel by any means
Rowntrees, Sunday morning low
Thumb back home, work to go.

Music all had soulful sound
Many now lie in the ground
Wouldn’t have missed a single day
Dancing every night away.

Otis concert, ten-bob note
Angry words back then I wrote
San Remo Strings, brilliant style
Still today, memories, smile.

©Joe Wilson – Youth…2018

A deep loneliness…

 

I’d caught that look of sadness
In the corner of your eye
How pained you must have felt
Yet determined not to cry
It’s over, not to be undone.

Moved on with your life these days
Far too painful looking back
The days roll into months
Your masquerade will sometimes crack
The peace you own, has been hard won.

Yet even still you hear the voice
That in your head caused untold bliss
But that was then so long ago
You’re left as one with nought but this
Alone one’s life, is far less fun.

©Joe Wilson – A deep loneliness…2018