The bullets that put us all to bed…

On 28 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Among the still wet bloodied bones, the wild dogs pick their way. Chewing at various body parts, they say dogs have their day. And though we feel revulsion at such raw canine behaviour, no one halts the tide of death, in war there is no Saviour.

Many voices raised in shock at photographs like this, while sitting in our nice warm homes, these things give us a miss. Elect the voice of reason and still he goes to war, ‘cause money’s made in killing and politics is a whore.

And so more factories are built and rise up to the sky, they’re making newer weapons, finding different ways to die. Yet people have to have jobs so work amongst this gloom. They never stop to think that, they’re the authors of their own doom.

©Joe Wilson – The bullets that put us all to bed…2016

Lauds…(the 4th morning)

On 28 Jan 201628 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Spring sunshine, wondrous, here at last
Our gloomy outlook we now cast
In gratitude, give thanks.

As new young life now pushes through
In life as always, much to do
In gratitude, give thanks.

Our gloomy outlook we now cast
Are days of Winter now just past
In gratitude, give thanks.

In life as always, much to do
Lord, hear such praise they give to You
In gratitude, give thanks.

Are days of Winter now just past
As soon we shall give thanks, and fast
In gratitude, give thanks.

The delicate balance of Springtime flowers
That one could just enjoy for hours
In gratitude, give thanks.

As soon we shall give thanks, and fast
Spring sunshine, wondrous, here at last
In gratitude, give thanks.

©Joe Wilson – Lauds…(the 4th morning)…2016

Bang…

On 27 Jan 201627 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Monsters, driven by my friend Jim Beam
Soon return, and force my scream
Feelings of inadequacy reign
Am I really slipping back again
Or did I make good my escape
From when my soul was seen midst gape
At all the pain that I was given
That left my heart so feelings driven
So even now I search release
Yet nightly I can find no peace
The Glock must now go in my mouth
My life has gone completely south…

BANG!!!!

©Joe Wilson – Bang…2016

Lauds…(the 3rd morning)

On 27 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn Poetry4 Comments

Etched deep in human nature found
Is not the plight of others bound
In loneliness, they cry out.

Fallen by the way, so many
Whose lives could change with love, if any
In loneliness, they cry out.

Is not the plight of others found
In depths so low there is no sound
In loneliness, they cry out.

Whose lives could change with love, if any
Caught in cultural hegemony
In loneliness, they cry out.

In depths so low there is no sound
Trampled far beneath the ground
In loneliness, they cry out.

And God, who is their single friend
Such failings He must ever end
In loneliness, they cry out.

Trampled far beneath the ground
Etched deep in human nature found
In loneliness, they cry out.

©Joe Wilson – Lauds…(the 3rd morning)…2016

Me…(Aku) a tribute to Chairil Anwar (1922-1949)

On 26 Jan 201626 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn Poetry1 Comment

If this is it
Then so shall it be
Such is final.

Leave it as it is.

I am but a swine
Cast out by my own.

Even in the heat of pain
I will regroup and fight.

The slash of swords I will withstand
Withstand.

Until such time as it is no more.

And then, who cares
I want to live.

©Joe Wilson – Me…(Aku) a tribute to Chairil Anwar (1922-1949)

This fine Indonesian poet died the year I was born.
Most of his work was censored.

Lauds…(the 2nd morning)

On 26 Jan 201629 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn Poetry3 Comments

In life as in so many things
Mercy needs angelic wings.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

Could we all not better choose
Those who sadly, often lose.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

Mercy needs angelic wings
A darker soul yet sometimes sings.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

Those who sadly, often lose
Fail to see the hidden clues.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

A darker soul yet sometimes sings
A peace will fall as new day brings.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

And God will watch and study all
To see what madness will befall.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

A peace will fall as new day brings
In life as in so many things.
Forgiveness, the rarest gift.

©Joe Wilson – Lauds…(2nd morning)…2016

Lauds…(the 1st morning)

On 24 Jan 201629 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

The peacock proud, pushed out his chest
As giant bullfrogs croak their best.
Alone, yet never lonely.

Dawn breaks and day now beckons
To work we soon will go in seconds.
Alone, yet never lonely.

As giant bullfrogs croak their best
The factory bells succumb their test.
Alone, yet never lonely.

To work we soon will go in seconds
God looks on all of Life and reckons.
Alone, yet never lonely.

The factory bells succumb their test
As life begins anew with zest.
Alone, yet never lonely.

And God will watch the nations’ health
For there He knows is real wealth.
Alone, yet never lonely.

As life begins anew with zest
The peacock proud, pushed out his chest.
Alone, yet never lonely.

Beyond that hill…

On 21 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Battered by life, yet courageous still, he struggled with each step as he climbed up that hill. He lived all alone, he was now eighty-one, for his beloved wife Alice had long since passed on. And the shop in the village is at the top of the hill, he walked up there slowly on odd weekdays still.

He promised his Alice that he’d never give in, though it was hard he took it on the chin. And to her memory he climbed up the hill every week, not saying much, he’d no breath left to speak. But there was another good reason why he went up like that, the cemetery’s up there and he went for a chat. With his Alice, who he loved for the whole of his life, who made him so happy while she was his wife.

He carried his bag with a flask filled with tea, and a small pack of biscuits which he ate about three. Together they chose a nice spot near a tree, where a bench had been placed by the council you see. He sat down and chatted to his Alice with a smile, and then listened as she answered him after a while. He knew that some people must have thought he was daft, he told this to Alice and together they laughed.

After a while he gathered his things and then said his goodbyes as he now turned to leave. There was always a teardrop that fell from his face that he wiped away slowly on the edge of his sleeve.

He carried on like this for so many years, until finally he too turned to dust, but the message he left with his Alice for us, is we should love for ever, we just really must.

Paradise reframed…

On 21 Jan 2016 By jovisgoesIn PoetryLeave a comment

Down long dark paths e’er wanders he in search of peace from woe. He travels on with troubled brow, his features etched with worry so. Solutions none can this man find, to ease his troubled soul, yet stills strides he down darkened paths, his searching now beyond control. And now within his mind he’s lost, he knows not where to turn. Those darkened paths are in his head, his mind’s in Hell, he’s sure he’ll burn.

But peace when finally it came, was not from thoughts inside, but when he faced the truth in death, his God was by his side. With surety he never felt, in life he’d been uncertain, beyond the worrying of man, was glory past that curtain.