Category: Poetry

For The Little Ones

On By jovisgoesIn Children's, Family, Fun, PoetryLeave a comment

If they stop and they listen
They can hear a small sound
But they have to listen closely
With their ears to the ground.

The sound that they hear is the ring of a bell
But only a young child is able to tell.

For as adults we’ve forgotten, we can’t hear the bell
Lost innocence from growing up drowns out the knell.

But innocence in children is a wonder and a bliss
And the ring of that bell we don’t want them to miss.

So when you see you a child with their ear to the ground
Chances are that they’re hearing that sweet ringing sound.

©JRW2014

Faithless

On By jovisgoesIn Personal, PoetryLeave a comment

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

Life in a Year

On By jovisgoesIn Family, Fun, Poetry2 Comments

My journey began many, many days ago
I’ve travelled through so many lives
Some are so sad that they break my heart
Some are full of joy and I’m loathe to part

But move I must as I journey on
Throughout the seasons from one to one

Till one day I arrive at my journey’s end
Where I hand the day over to my closest friend

I am a full year…now completed.

©JRW2013

Santa’s Coming

On By jovisgoesIn Children's, Family, Fun, PoetryLeave a comment

Santa comes to bring great joy
For every little child a toy
He brings toy drums and skipping ropes
Pretty dolls, kaleidoscopes.
We leave him sherry and a mince pie
For him to eat as he goes by
And in the night as this takes place
At lots of windows, a little face
Too full of joy to sleep too well
They await the sound of the Jingling Bell.

©JRW2013

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Christmas on Mercy Street

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Christmas comes but once a year, we rush, we spend, we buy
Ignoring the hands reaching up from the pavements
Of the homeless, forgotten ones who cry.

We try not to see them, embarrassed by their plight
It’s not familiar to us, and feels an unpleasant sight.
But we’re alright, we’ll have a bed tonight, while they
May sleep beneath the very cardboard that held the gifts we carry home.

Spare a thought, spare a nice thought, it could be you, or me
You never hear the tide change, it just sweeps it all away
And being not as young any more, it’s hard to find your way
You find yourself on Mercy Street, where even a pair of boots
Become a treasured possession, and you’ll fight to keep them.

But two things above all others are the most prized possessions of all
Pride and Dignity, taken for granted in the world of have
But upon entering Mercy Street, they fly away never to be regained
And they leave the heart forever pained.

©JRW2013

A Dark Kind Of Retribution

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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

Mandela…Respectfully

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A great man walked such a mighty long way
Suffered for years his right just to say
That equality for people no matter their skin
Was a right not a gift, and apartheid a sin
He’s finally at peace, let go life’s mortal coil
Honour him world, and make worthy his toil.
 
 
 

The Hollowness

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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

Moving trains…

On By jovisgoesIn Poetry, Story Book, TrainsLeave a comment
Moving trains…
He knew that what he said was ignored
He still felt the need to speak anyway
He was only the janitor, almost invisible really
They should have listened though
The runaway train hit them all!!!!

©Joe Wilson – Moving trains…2013