When the world comes to an end
for me at least – I will be alone.
I have known my love since
I was a callow sapling
she taught me everything I know about
——-love.
I’ve never known anyone like her
and now – I would be alone…forever.
I couldn’t cope
I would mope about
long, long quiet moments
then I would shout
O how I would shout.
It would be hell on earth
– unbearable.
It is the nightmare
that stops me sleeping…
©Joe Wilson – The nightmare…2014
If you are with someone
If you stay with that someone always
If almost every thought includes that person
If you care for them like no one else
If you try really hard never to hurt them
If you try desperately never to disappoint them
If you stay awake until they sleep to be sure they’re safe
And if you rise early to watch them wake so that you can see in the new day together
You are enjoying being in love with that someone
In the way I enjoy being in love with you.
©JRW2014
As boys we sat atop a bridge
And saw the trains rush by
Steam flying out of funnel stacks
We watched them pass with a sigh.
The Royal Scot was a favourite
The Flying Scotsman too
But the biggest thrill we ever got
Was when The Mallard raced right through.
Such a beauty she was in livery
All blue and shining and bright
And to children like us in the fifties
She was such an amazing sight.
She was the four four six eight
And she ran on four six two
You couldn’t see her funnel stacks
For speed they were hidden from view.
They’d built her up in Doncaster
Through a wind tunnel she had passed
And when she flew along the tracks
You caught a glimpse and gasped.
Steam trains of course don’t run now
Except on heritage lines
But smelly and dirty as they may have been
They were a glorious sight in their times.
©JRW2014
I hear a sound, perhaps it’s the wind
I’ve even imagined that maybe it’s Him
It’s only a whisper as quiet, so quiet
Calling a name, a name, I’m not sure
I think if He called He’d want someone pure.
But does He exist? I lost all my faith
In my denial I’ve always felt safe
I could claim His existence was purely a myth
Though now as years start to dwindle away
I find I’m not sure, I’m minded to say.
Life is so precious, I hold it so dear
I want to gather all those I care for near
But I’m hearing that whisper again, but so quiet
Is it calling or am I willing it on?
Show yourself voice — or dammit be gone!
It’s quiet now, did I offend
My distorted emotion tried to pretend
I want Him to be real, most surely I do
But the loss is still raw after all of these years
Could He ever explain why I still shed my tears?
©JRW2014
From a tiny seed an idea came
He’d travel around the globe
To see this thing for himself
To ask, to seek, to probe
He had a burning need to feel
That felt by those with faith.
For he’d not felt a thought in faith
From that day until this
The loss he felt had taken it
And left a fatalist.
The journey back he couldn’t make
His faith he’d not restore
For it was gone, it was long gone
It was gone for evermore.
©JRW2013
The words don’t always flow as freely as I would like, but there are times, not often enough I’m afraid, when it’s as if a veritable torrent wants to flow. It is on these occasions that I feel I must write it down. I put my hands on the keyboard and they seem to take on a life all of their own. I love that feeling…it’s precious.
The cheer came, the joy came, the presents came too
Those who had, had, those who hadn’t went without.
Some had morsels, other had scraps, some had nothing at all
Yet others had far more than they either needed or deserved.
This was yet another Christmas where poverty was highlighted
And yet another where nothing was being done about it.
Will next year be full of compromised politicians giving themselves too much pay,
whilst at the same time claiming expenses far in excess of that which some people have to live on?
Will we hear of yet even more corruption on the international political stage?
Why is the NHS failing us when the nation’s health should be paramount to all?
Why are our children not being educated properly?
Why are so many old people abandoned to fates they don’t deserve in an uncaring society?
I’m not without hope, there’s always a good chance
That politicians may find a solution to these worries
But they need to change, and there’s the rub
They don’t like change, they remain aloof
They never act before they have proof
And that will only come from a collective effort.
Please…
©JRW2013
She sits, I watch
Pain etches her face
I helped, I always do
It did no good, the pain remains
Helpless, we’re both so bloody helpless
©JRW2013
The Winter days dragged long and weary
Penetrating cold congealed his once pure heart
The hurt he felt, humiliation now complete
His need for revenge, or pride at least, restored.
He sat and waited and counted off the days
Till then his moment kept at length
But time would come when he would strike
And hurt, and life would be undone.
No more he’d take from them the crumbs of fear
The lies of those who for so many so little cared
Would be swept aside as the truth so brightly revealed
No wrong he’d done, as die he now would, his conscience clear.
©JRW2013
He had searched for ten long years, always hopeful of finding the reason,
The reason she’d been taken from him, the reason he always felt so alone.
Till one day he came to realise that the memory of the feelings he’d had
Were far far better and happier than anything he could possibly hope to find.
He stopped looking, he got on with his life, he no longer searched for a memory,
He went about life with a new and fresh look, he’d survived, and now he’d be alright.
The hole was still there, but for now at least, it was shored up, and he was functioning.
We can hope for more, we can beg for more. We’re lucky when that ‘more’ happens.
©JRW2013
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