Category: Personal

A Place of Tranquility – 1994 (re-edited 2014)

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The wind was howling and the trees were bare
I called your name, there was no one there
The darkness gathered all around
And stillness – there was not a sound.

It was then I saw Him watching me
With eyes so sad that I could see
He felt the sorrow and sensed my pain
He knew I’d not see you again.

He surrounded me with a kindly peace
As if He knew there was no release
And all my tears welled up inside
Emotions that I’d tried to hide
All came tumbling, tumbling down
And fell like raindrops to the ground
And in that moment I think I knew
What He, Himself, had once been through.

I stood and looked into the night
Of Him there was no longer sight
And thus I left that Holy place
Myself at peace, and you in grace
And though my life will just go on
Forever now we’ll be as one
But when I go back to that place
I’ll hope to see His peaceful face.

©Joe Wilson – A Place of Tranquility 1994 (re-edited 2014)

The Woman

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I saw the woman sitting at a table
and I felt naturally drawn to sit down
opposite her, but then found myself gazing at
a napkin label such was my embarrassment,
but she just smiled and said hello. I said
hello back and we just talked, and we talked.
We talked for what seemed like a lifetime
until we found ourselves sitting in the dark.
She burst out laughing when we realised, and
I did too. I got up on my own from the table to
go out with my friends, she was with my sister,
they were friends. It was then that I noticed that
the woman’s chair had wheels on it. That’s why
she never got up from the table. I shrugged, said
something like ‘seeya’ and went out with my mates.
The woman and I have chatted many times during the
forty-two years that we’ve been married. I guess that
means we’ve each told the other how much we love them
over fifteen thousand times. We said we would always remind
ourselves every day. I was never more glad of a decision I’ve
made than the day I chose to sit at that table. I was so glad
I made the acquaintance of, and then felt the love of
The Woman.

©Joe Wilson – The Woman 2014

Republished

Fate (a Sonnet)

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The twists of fate that brought me here
Have often lead to places anew
But the most enjoyable twists of fate
Are the ones that brought me to you.
Even in the very darkest of times
When life seemed so desperately blue
We’ve loved together and stood together
And beaten the odds and won through.
There are sorrows too that we don’t talk of
A pall of great sadness may descend
But we care for each other till the hurting subsides
And we do that as lovers and as friends.
My life would be that much less without you
I’m so happy that you feel that way too.

 

Joe Wilson – Fate (a Sonnet) 2014

Being a Light in the World Award

I’d like to thank Melissa S Jordan (http://melsj.wordpress.com/ ) who  nominated me for the “Being a Light in the World Award,” for the critique-like poems I wrote about the utter futility of war. I feel greatly honoured, it is rather rare for me to win awards.

The award was created in 2012 by Barbara Matteo who blogs about women’s issues and spirituality on the blog idealisticrebel.

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“Barbara created the LITWA to celebrate those wonderful people in our world who spread light, love, hope and peace in the name of humanity. Bloggers receiving this award are encouraged to continue promoting these virtues and work as a force of peace and light in the world, touching their readers’ hearts and making a difference in their lives, no matter how small. The award has as its background a scene of a beach taken at sunset with holidaymakers enjoying themselves. This picture was taken by Barbara herself. Just as the Sun in the picture brings light and sustenance to the Earth and is the reason why any living thing can exist on our planet in the first place, the LITWA is a gift to those bloggers who help shine the light into other people’s worlds, giving them sustenance, hope and happiness through the venerable dialogue of blogging.”

I will always try to live up to this award.

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A Village

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The Local Pub

The Victoria plum-tree that we planted this year
Is now full of blossom that looks lovely from here
The creamy white flowers and the brightest green leaves
Makes beautiful colour as Springtime relieves.

The garden of Winter, this year so wet
Does blossom herald a ‘best Summer yet.’

It’s quite true of course that village life so snug
Can have a tendency to make one feel smug
But for years our’s has struggled, it now has no shops
And a pub that’s near closure though it still sells the ‘hops.’

We don’t take it lightly the community here
For we know we could lose it which would cost us all dear.

It’s not really the money though the costs would be great
But there’d be no Village Hall and no Summer Fete
No chats with our friends over stiles by the field
Nor any more eggs from the local chicks yield.

We don’t take it lightly the community here
And we will fight to keep it which will cost us all dear.

 

©Joe Wilson – A Village 2014

The Big Red Wooden Train

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A big wooden train Dad made and painted red
Or a tricycle I sometimes preferred instead
Sometimes a Jeep or a truck or a plane
Those Dinky cars I played with again and again.

Cowboys and Indians that we played near the shed
At the end of the garden till it was past time for bed
Where I’d read Secret Seven books or Famous Five stuff
Till Mum put the light out and I’d feign a big huff.

It was a leisurely time full of fun with no fear
We enjoyed our school days and held them so dear
But it all fell to pieces on one Saturday past noon
When my beloved father died at years far too soon.

My childhood till then had been fun like a game
But from that moment on it was never the same
Though the standing by his grave in the cold pouring rain
Isn’t the memory I recall, it’s Dad’s home-made red train.

©Joe Wilson – The Big Red Wooden Train 2014

OUR LOVE – A sonnet

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A Pink Rose

Just the faintest touch of sunshine
And another day began
Twenty-four beautiful hours that make
A day-long wondrous span
With seven of these together
A week is made each time
The weeks will then turn into months
Each twelve will make a year
And in every one of those with you
I hope my love was clear
For the rising every morning
Would be nothing if you weren’t there
I’m so happy that you found me
And we’ve had such love to share.

 

©JRW2014

The Global Traffic Jam

On By jovisgoesIn Driving, Personal, Poetry, Point of ViewLeave a comment

Swirling lights, rushing rain
Driving headlong, motorway pain.

Getting there tired and bleak
Sometimes too stressed out to speak.

Roads congested far too much
The town and country travelling crutch.

Hell on earth is in the car
That’s in a jam and can’t move far.

Fifty feet the last move made
Cars around me variously splayed.

Once again grind to a halt
On thinking brains like common assault.

Will I get there – who can tell!
Life moves slow in concrete hell.

 

©Joe Wilson – The global traffic jam 2014

Babies – For Mothers Everywhere

On By jovisgoesIn Children's, Family, Love, Personal, Poetry1 Comment

The most wonderful feeling you’ll know in this world
Is holding a baby as its fingers unfurled
The joy in the heart, the tears in the eyes
A genuine happiness you just can’t disguise.

A thing of pure innocence looks back at you
But you’re new like this baby, what do you do
Well now ask for Mum’s help, her Mother helped her
Mothers help daughters, that’s how histories occur.

While men are off fighting or just acting the fool
Mothers feed children and send them to school
Where they will go then, what they will do
The choice is for them, but the guidance is YOU.

‘With Mother’s Day 2014 coming soon,
I dedicate this poem to all Mothers everywhere’

©JRW2014

My Little Life

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In my little house I live my good life
With my written down words and my beautiful wife.

As the years trundle by and we fight off the ills
I write it all down and keep taking the pills.

I divide my day neatly into eight-hour thirds
Eight of them sleeping, eight on my words.

The remainder I spend entirely with my wife
For without her great love there would be no good life.

Sometimes a thought comes that just makes me cry
I can’t write it down, even hard as I try.

I write all the words that come out of my fingers
And do it real quick while the memory lingers.

Perhaps if someone reads this long after I’m dead
They won’t delve too deeply inside of my head.

But see that with words, my house and my wife
I was really contented with my little life.

©JRW2014