His regret

On 16 Jul 201417 Sep 2015 By jovisgoesIn Belief, Betrayal, Loss, Poetry, Regret, Terror, Time, WarLeave a comment

And so it was his past caught up
a dread for many years
it was time to face reality
and belay his darkest fears.

A time to face a painful truth
he’d never known this child
he’d left when he was just hours old
and the loss had made him wild.

A soldier he’d been sent abroad
to fight for others’ errors
and in the deepness of his mind
he remembered years of terrors.

They’d captured him and half his men
his captain they had killed
and made the rest including him
dig the grave and get it filled.

When he came home he was a wreck
who drank himself to sleep
and though he had had several jobs
they were impossible to keep.

He later found his faith again
and now he has a certain peace
but the fear of meeting his son at last
was filling him with unease.

He wonders if he’ll understand
and how it will work out
but the boy had come and sought him
now he waited full of doubt……..

©Joe Wilson – His regret 2014

His weird mania – (Superstition)

On 11 Jul 2014 By jovisgoesIn Belief, Fun, PoetryLeave a comment

He lives his life holding a superstitious breath
And his mania is of other people’s or his death
If ever he encounters a funeral any day
He dives over a wall till it’s passed by his way.

He’ll wander round graveyards and look at the stones
And tell you the nature of the owner of the bones
For if flowers were growing he’ll tell you for free
The bones of a good person lay down underneath.
But if weeds there are growing they’d died in disgrace
For flowers could never take root in this place

He saw a white moth once fly into his home
So straight-away he said that to him death would come
And he totally refuses to call at his best friend’s flat
For he’s driven me crackers and I’ve bought a black cat!

©Joe Wilson – His weird mania 2014

In faith

On 17 Jun 2014 By jovisgoesIn Belief, Faith, Poetry, Point of ViewLeave a comment

The church bell rings out every Sunday
As the faithful are all called to prayer
Though it has been for some generations
Congregations fall and the pews remain bare.

The new very modern thinking fellow
The clever chap who knows his way round
May still call out for his God’s assistance
When the world gets too much and he’s down.

For we all need some thing to believe in
It’s faith that will help us along
The belief that we’re not all alone here
Gives us courage and makes us all strong.

Attendance in the pews will still go down
Modern living habits just make it so
There are swimming clubs and other stuff these days
That just mean they don’t have time to go.

But I have faith in this young generation
I believe that their goodness is real
For their feelings are often for others
And in that their faith they reveal.

They’re more thoughtful about belief these days
And they don’t always believe in a God
In the main though they’re such good young people
And in that way belief gets its nod.