Category: Poetry

The curate who jostled with his kinsman…

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faerie wedding

I fell into step with Warrilow, as we both strolled along
And we chatted of things and all sorts, as we weaved through nature’s throng
He was very tall was Warrilow, at over one foot five
And he saw things from his lofty stance like no one else alive.
No one could see with quite the romance
The fawns and the faeries in bright shiny dance
And all of the time as we shambled along
In the roof of my mind I could hear a sweet songnature
And it sang of companions and friendship and things
And it sang of the beauty of butterfly wings
As onward we walked back into The Dell
For he was a faerie…and I was as well.

We were off to a faerie wedding
The finest in all the land
But of course, if you’re not a faerie
You really can’t understand.

All other faeries would be there
Among them a kinsman to all
For the wedding of a beautiful faerie queen
The most beautiful fae in the Great Meeting Hall
They’ve all jostled to get into position
They all wanted a jolly good view
And when Warrilow walked in, he’s the Curate
Who would make into one, what was two.
The Queen in her fine regalia was a beauty for all to see
The groom was a very lucky young man and that piece of luck fell to me.
Wassailing took place and much mead was supped
And all was so happy as they cheered cheer
Then we all left the Dell and set out on our way
And as if with a puff! we all disappeared.

©Joe Wilson – The curate who jostled with his kinsman…2015

This was written as a piece of whimsy following a challenge on a poetry site.

False hopes…

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Welcome to my world, I’m glad you could come
We’ll sit and swap stories, and perhaps partake rum
Adventures we’ll talk of, of right beating wrong
As we talk like old friends, we’ll compose ode-like song.
The world we will set on the right course again
As ours will be filled with true gentle men
And ladies, our equals with tales of their own
Would make us see reason by raising the tone.
The world carries on as we all have tea
Lots of nice food shared out equally
Till the dream
                …would then finish
                          ……as dreams always do

…and I wake to my real and more cynical view.
Joe Wilson – False hopes…2015

In passion…

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Undressed, she hooked him, a feast for his eyes
Wearing only deceit like a shawl
But still he found himself trapped by her lies
As he waited for night when she demanded his all.

Hard in desire, yet still deeper in contempt
In passion she drives him to pain
And dark of the eye and with wild hair unkempt
She demands him again and again.

And so again in deep embrace
In thrusting joy and symmetry
They slow right down, it’s not a race
Moving to heaven with intensity.

He of course, just kids himself
They’re lovers, there’s no deceit
The thoughts he has in passion’s stealth
Help make the act complete.

Many times he’s lain in this nest
He wants for nothing here
And as he sleeps in grateful rest
From his eye seeps a satisfied tear.

©Joe Wilson – In passion…2015

Scars…

On By jovisgoesIn Health, Life, old age, Personal, Survival, Thoughts, Time3 Comments

He looked in the mirror at the map of his life
Covered in scars from the surgeons’ knife
A line down the centre from a life-time ago
Faded, but hideous, from a time of his woe.
The scar on his leg was from ankle to knee
Not something he’d ever expected to see
There’s cuts on his wrists and backs of his hands
Where the cannulae went in attached to drip stands
But all that remains are the bits of scar tissue
Nothing at all, not really an issue.

We all have these scars, they mark who we are
Some can’t be seen, there’s more hidden by far
But they serve to remind us that we aren’t alone
We all need help sometimes, we’re not on our own.

There’s another impressive scar on his head
But if it wasn’t there, he’d surely be dead
The same with the others, they’re ugly old things
But they mark off the years, in the way of tree rings.

©Joe Wilson – Scars…2015

A young man’s fancy…

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Walked he in love to see her smile
In tender rapture did he while
And from such thoughts raised he his pace
The sooner for to see her face.

In walking he passed through a field
With daisies, orchids, there revealed
And as he stopped to them admire
Passed by on horse the local squire.

And young man thoughts in such a whirl
Perambulates to meet with girl
Though not straightforward is his fate
Usurper stands by garden gate.

Not knowing competition he
He tarried far too long we see
For at the home of maiden fair
Found he she was no longer there.

Despondence thus did then unfurl
But wait! Here comes another girl
And courted her he did that day
‘Twas Spring, young men are oft this way.

©Joe Wilson – A young man’s fancy…2015

Life in the clichés…

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It is what it is, a mantra of mine
And doing ones best and all will be fine
But life gets too complex and it no longer sticks
Somethings are frightening, too frightening to fix.

Many times you see, a solution’s not there
You just have to struggle ’cause life is unfair
So you carry on regardless accepting your fate
And pray for the answer before it’s too late.

At the end of the day it is what it is
Answers came too late and you lost your fizz
Dejected and penniless you’re now on your own
Down in the gutter of life all, alone.

©Joe Wilson – Life in the clichés…2015

Emptiness…

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Down came the rain
The world started weeping
I only felt pain
It was more than just sleeping.

Beat, beat, beat, beat
It stopped
My whole life ceased
You had gone away.

I cannot live alone
My frail heart cries
I find I’m on my own
A part of me just…dies.

©Joe Wilson – Emptiness…2015

The tangled heart…

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Our hearts entangle
The weave of love
Betwixt the you and I
Where hand in hand
And soul to soul
We watch the years go by.

Such a fine companion
On this journey long
O lucky man am I
Our hearts entwined
Such love we share
As twilight e’er draws nigh.

©Joe Wilson – The tangled heart…2015

Hills of Staffordshire…

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In wandering o’er these Staffordshire hills
Hills so green with long valleys deep
Deep below where the waters seep
Seep as rills and streams to flow.

Flow the streams down hillside falls
Falls in cracks from glaciers formed
Formed in Ice Age afore land warmed
Warmed enough for all to grow.

Grow and age in beauty shaped
Shaped by wind and sun and rain
Rain that fills the rivers deep
Deep and flowing to the sea.

Sea surrounds this isle of ours
Ours to love and care for well
Well we may like salty sea
Sea you keep, its streams for me.

Me and all of nature’s joy
Joy for all the world to see
See yourself our tree-filled hills
Hills of home I’m wandering in.

© Joe Wilson – Hills of Staffordshire…2015

When Mum darned our socks…

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Thinking back yet again to my childhood
And the shoelace I couldn’t quite fasten
To the many ways Mum used to help me
With those little skills parents pass on.
Six children to love and she really did
She would though, she was our Mum
As well as soothing our often cut knees
She cooked all the food for our tum.
She’d darn our socks and wash our clothes
And iron things we don’t iron now
Then all of it would just disappear into drawers
As if done by magic somehow.
But Mum didn’t have it anyway easy
Dad died at just fifty-two
And Mum struggled on and raised us alone
But at night-time she cried, we all knew.
As the new day began there would be not a sign
Of the heartache her nights brought to her
She got on with the task of raising her brood
To her feelings she’d rarely refer.
Dad had grown vegetables to feed us
He grew dahlias for my mother, his love
They’ve both been long gone now from this place
Now they stroll hand in hand up above.

©Joe Wilson – When Mum darned our socks…2015