beating heart
throbbing brow
dying then
living now
make the most
of time you have
or you’ll regret it
later.
find a soul-mate
love them hard
give your heart
play that card
make the most
of time you have
or you’ll regret it
later.
care for one
they’ll love you
be as one
make life anew
make the most
of time you have
or you’ll regret it
later.
ignore advice
stay on own
lonely life
die alone
you made the least
of time you had
you did regret it
later.
©JRW2014
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
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
As a boy he’d not really imagined
What his life would be like as a man
He’d had lots of dreams like all boys did
But he’d hoped he could be Superman.
But of course life doesn’t turn out quite like that
And he’d moved through his youth at a pace
As a man he’d set forth and in a grown way
Got a job and joined the rat race.
On the way he met a woman and she loved him
A woman who still has such grace
They bought a small house in a village
And lived life at a much slower pace .
The rat race proved too much for his taste
He got out and then slowed down his life
He wrote down his thoughts each and every day
And he spent more precious time with his wife.
Many years have passed by in the village
The shop’s gone, and the Post Office too
And some of their old friends aren’t alive any more
And they think of them fondly, they do.
They’re getting on now as age takes the years
They still love each other more every day
And they’re happy they chose to live this life
For them it was always the way.
©Joe Wilson – Growing in love…2014
I do not know as fine a girl
Except of course her mother
Nor yet know I a finer man
Than he who is her brother.
Their mother gave her love to me
I keep it in my heart
It warms me up on lonely nights
If ever we’re apart.
Our girl and boy moved far away
But love binds us so tight
And when we meet and chat and things
Our eyes light up so bright.
Nothing stands between us
Our bond will always be
We are the very essence
Of a loving family.
©JRW2014
Sorrow poured out of his very soul
It seeped into all his many things
All he touched reminded him of his foolishness
It was the howling anguish of the loss he now felt
But his distrusting nature, unfounded, had cast her guilty
He had crossed the line and told her he no longer trusted her.
She felt so betrayed by his lack of trust
The pain so raw she could hardly breathe
It hadn’t occurred to her that he would misunderstand
They’d loved each other almost all their lives, how could he?
His distrust was so unfounded, she felt so hurt
Where could they ever go from here?
The question hangs in the air, neither willing to act
He unable to forgive himself for his distrust
She not able to forgive him for the same thing
Yet both loving the other to a similar distraction
Ardency makes men do foolish and disastrous things
And leaves women to pick up all the broken pieces.
©JRW2014
Warmed by the sun, kissed by a breeze, the beach a perfect place
But on one beautiful Summer day, we argued and you drove away.
I watched you in your red sports car as you drove back up the hill
I remember it all like yesterday,and yes, I miss you still.
Anger had caused a rift so deep, our love not strong enough
I’d read you wrong, I’d hurt you, and your going was no bluff.
Time has passed, I’ve missed you so, I’ve loved you every day
I’ve tried to make a life worthwhile, but you don’t go away.
I live in hope that things may change, I miss your gentle touch
But fear and my self-loathing prevent me saying as much.
One day perhaps something will change, a small thing, but enough
And we’ll forgive the hurtful past, and find once more our love.
Each year I go on this same day, I walk along the shore
I won’t give up, I have to try, our love was so much more.
I hope to see you waiting there, my life is just a game
Once I thought I saw you and I ran and called your name.
You turned around and looked at me and all I felt was sorrow
For I had just misled myself, I’d try again tomorrow.
©JRW2014
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