I saw you there and I fell in love
I heard trumpets sounding from above
I’d found my angel, I’d found my muse
The one I cannot bear to lose.
©Joe Wilson – My muse…2014
Category: Life
What a ride…
I took a walk with you that day
Ere long you gave to me your heart
I gave you mine in love and hope
And now we’ll never grow apart.
Storm clouds do come and then they go
We move along within the flow
And when the sun comes out to shine
We’re out there too and moving slow.
We’ve eased along throughout the years
You’ve sometimes chased the fears from me
And I in turn have dried your tears
In love that’s how it’s meant to be.
But what a journey, what a ride
you are my muse and my best friend
Those epic times, you by my side
I’d do every bit with you again.
©Joe Wilson – What a ride…2014
Frailty
“I think therefore I am” Descartes once said
But with no thought left is one then dead?
For now, my head is full of thought
Some is random and some was taught
I fight so hard to keep it full
Against inevitable ageing’s pull
I’ll write my words, do crosswords too
Anything that will stir my stew
I’ll fight it every which way too
By always finding things to do
But if it finally comes to pass
You’ll find me in the old long grass.
In the warren that is my mind
I remember that I must be kind
Ere long will I remember that
Growing frail is such a twat!
©Joe Wilson – Frailty… 2014
“Cogito ergo sum” “Je pense, donc je suis”
Rene Descartes (31 March 1596 – 11 February 1650)
A Cruelty Unbearable…
Wandering in my mind looking for reasons
I came across far more questions than answers
Why are so many children of the world dying
Why are so many, many mothers crying
Why is God so cruel to them – but I know
It is mankind that is cruel, it is man.
Why was man put here to be so unkind
Why are we here at all if not to find
A way to learn to treat our sisters
A way to learn to love our children
A way to learn to respect our elders
A way to learn to love with dignity.
Some choose a path that takes them to God
Some choose a different way and yet still hope
Some take a path that leads to their dying
And leave behind their widows and children crying
Can we not yet see that utter pointlessness
Nor see all of the good that we should bless.
A little child lies dying in a hospital crib
Her mother so unwilling now to depart
The shortest of lives that the wee thing lived
Like a stake has been driven right into her heart.
She was killed in the crossfire unintentionally
But she’s no less dead, can we not yet see!
A Cruelty Unbearable…2014
Love will always win…
I saved my childish heart for you
and luckily for me you took it
our life of glorious ups and ups
across the world or just next door
I would never have wanted anyone else
I couldn’t have loved you more.
Who could ever imagine
how amazing a person could be
the goodness and love you’ve given
you’ve given only to me
and why I ask was I ere so blessed
we make our choice with a heart that’s free.
There are times even now when I catch
my breath and feel a wonderful sigh
of contentment at my very full glass
and I smile as I think of my riches
it’s as if I’d been given all of that bread
and eaten all of those fishes.
After these thoughts my pains just ease
I’ll deal with those another day
and in your beauty I will bide
I’ll not change a single thing
but listen to your beating heart
and hear my own heart sing.
©Joe Wilson – Love will always win…2014
In Transit
He walked right into the wooden door
time seemed to stand so still
and then it was as if his life
was presented before him to be relived.
He first saw his beloved parents smiling
and Monty, the cocker spaniel he loved
he saw his grandfather with his snowy-white hair
then his brother stood beside him laughing
as a little boy again, at the gypsy who knocked
at the door and was trying to sell lucky white heather.
He saw his sister and her friend playing cards
in the parlour, and then his friends from school
throwing a rugby ball in his direction to catch.
Suddenly it rushed forward to his adult life
his wife, his children, the fun, and all the pain.
And then it stopped and he passed through the door
but
he never went home again.
©Joe Wilson – In Transit 2014
…it will never stop…
He sits there reading, happy enough now in his own company
what is it he reads -ah yes – a Tale of Two Cities
a favourite, but one which evokes an old memory
of long ago when he was just a young man.
Of a time when war raged across Europe like a plague
when it was in the grip of a madman bent
on seizing power everywhere and not caring how
and men like him and many of his friends went.
But then there seemed a real purpose to it
and besides, he met Françoise and loved her so
and later with many of his friends now dead
it was over so he went back home with Françoise instead.
Now she also is no more, killed by muggers who were armed
and he sits all alone, no girls, no sons
wondering why his country’s leaders
can never see the futility of all the guns.
Once more the planet rages with war
once more there will be unnecessary deaths
he finds himself wishing the impossible thought
the non-invention of guns, and it leaves him short of breath.
Sadly men would have just found another way to kill each other
– and that is the real problem. It never goes away.
©Joe Wilson – …it will never stop…2014
Tender is the heart…
when hurt will come and cause such ache
and sleep will never come to stop
the tears that fill the deep dark lake.
A kindly word could change things
but so rarely is it heard
it would show the pain is understood
but she never hears a word.
He lies there too in his own thoughts
not beginning to understand
they loved each so much one time
their life now is not as was planned.
But how very different it could have been
if only they had both spoken
it had only needed some kindness
and now both their hearts are broken.
Tender is the heart at night that loves
as it searches for its soul-mate
it needs to feel that it is cherished
before it suddenly gets too late.
Tender is the lonely heart
tender the lonely soul
pride can make you drift apart
but your heart will bear the toll.
©Joe Wilson – Tender is the heart…2014
My Children
The dark night now surrounds me
I am all alone in my world
There is no one here distracting
I am thinking now of my girl.
I was always such a lucky man
I have children, one and two
Last year I almost lost my son
This year my daughter too.
My son had a head-on collision
Almost twelve thousand miles away
But now almost eighteen months later
He is now fully back into play.
But my daughter, my beautiful daughter
Chemo treatment made her go bald
But she’s back on the upside now smiling
I weep when her bravery’s recalled.
Of course she will still need some treatment
But she’s better, and we’re now almost cool
And I know by the end of her kid’s holidays
She’ll not need a headscarf for school.
I think of my son, I think of my girl
I’m grateful my luck has been fine
For if I was to lose either one of them
I just couldn’t finish this last line……….
©Joe Wilson – My Children 2014
I’ve written this because it is bursting out of my chest.
huddled together like lovers…
They sat in blankets as they tried to keep warm
penniless with no heating and no coal to burn
while outside they heard the violent storm
the blizzard of snow and ice all churn.
Slowly they both began to freeze to death
there was no-one to help or ease their plight
they were just poor and lonely old sisters
who would probably die in the dark of this night.
They were just another statistic of winter
a cold one much worse than some others
they had eked out their money on eating
so they now huddled together like lovers.
There are so many who suffer in winter
and we really should spare them a thought
we should all keep an eye out for our neighbour
as help, due to their pride is not sought.
It is dawn now and the sisters are frozen
one died and the other breathes slow
but there is no-one to even take notice
and in a short while like her sister she’ll go.
©Joe Wilson – huddled together like lovers…2014
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