[following on from the previous one]
now
is
the
season-
starlings
fill
up
the
skies
droppings
come
in
bulk.
©Joe Wilson – haiku…2015
written in traditional vertical style.
perhaps now more of a senryu.
Category: Poetry
now
is
the
season-
starlings
take
to
the
skies
in
wondrous
display
©Joe Wilson – haiku…2015
written in traditional vertical style.
Such foolish pride…
Locked up safe inside the brain
Those thoughts of you and all your pain
Pain that he had wrought on you
Accusations, cruel, untrue.
Alone, forgiven, here he’ll sit
To have your love he is unfit
And thinking back his tears return
To fall on guilty cheeks that burn.
Such foolish pride do men possess
Who when mistaken, can’t confess
Yet sit alone and brood unnerved
Where conversation isn’t served
Until at last we face ourself
And see our guilt in all its wealth.
©Joe Wilson – Such foolish pride…2015
good
King
Wenceslas-
pious
and
kind
to
the
poor
killed
by
his
brother.
©Joe Wilson – haiku…2015
written in traditional vertical style.
Thank you all for your continuing support. I think you are all incredible. Thank you again. 🙂
Joe Wilson
His gentle message…
His favourite book was a dictionary
I can’t say I really knew why
He’d turn over pages one at a time
With each turn he let out a sigh.
Sometimes his thoughts were not well-formed
But in managing he always did his best
He’d clearly been raised to be happy
As he plainly approached life with some zest.
He lived by himself he once mentioned
His parents having both passed away
And he came to the café with his ‘words book’
Turning just a few pages each day.
Until one day he stopped and stood
I looked up at him towering above
‘What is it my friend that you have now found?’
He pointed at a word saying, ‘I have found love!’
And in that place a nice feeling grew
A warmth between each one of us
It spread through the door right into the street
As the man quietly turned and left without fuss.
But the message was clear from that gentle young man
Who had a name I can never recall
The message was love one another
Or else why are we living at all!
©Joe Wilson – His gentle message…2015
eradicated-
trees
in
this
commerce
based
world
where
few
care
enough.
©Joe Wilson – haiku…2015
written in traditional vertical style.
In the wings…
Life is a giant rollercoaster
It can be filled with such love and romance
And these are the highest of all possible days
The ones where in rhythm you dance.
I don’t really feel like the dance anymore
Not the dance to the rhythm of life
My heart is just breaking apart now
It feels like a cut from a very sharp knife.
When one that you love is in such pain
And yet is so very far away
You long to hold them safe in your arms
While you keep all their hardship at bay.
But this one has the courage of a lioness
Though she is not sure of that yet
So we will be there to offer our help
To support her courageous mind set.
©Joe Wilson – In the wings…2015
withering
rains
fall-
on
cold
bleak
moorland
sheep
are
all
huddling.
©Joe Wilson – haiku…2015
written in traditional vertical style.
His life of adventure…
It never mattered what was really there
His young eyes were full of schemes
He’d see giant balloons in multi-stripes
It was the stuff of his boyhood dreams.
On an isle in the sea, a castle he saw
With turrets and towers and knights
Yet rockets flew high to faraway worlds
And sailing ships and magical sights.
They said he had his head in the clouds
He’d never amount to too much
But he went on to write many stories
Letting others sense that same touch.
He wrote such adventure stories
Full of colour and amazing good fun
With heroes and heroines that we now know
They were written for everyone.
And on days when your youngster looks over a wall
You may think you can see just like they
But not with their imagination
As we grow up that’s drifting away.
Encourage each child to imagine
Curiosity is their greatest friend
For when children start having such good fun
It begins such a wonderful trend.
They’ll make up stories of impossible lands
Where incredible monsters roam
But where heroes are forged from friendship
And everyone makes it back home.
Then one day they’ll climb up over that wall
To live their adventure as they see
And you as a parent will have to let go
To let them be whatever they’ll be.
©Joe Wilson – His life of adventure…2015
A small tribute to Hans Christian Andersen
[Shortly before his death, Andersen had consulted a composer about the music for his funeral, saying: “Most of the people who will walk after me will be children, so make the beat keep time with little steps.”]
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