And then the dust settled…


Long after the dark had descended
After the last vestiges of daylight show
The faint sweet sound of an old gramophone
Can be heard floating along on the breeze.
An old Bix Beiderbecke number from long ago.

And as I watched from across that wide deep river
I saw you dancing in the brightening moonlight glow
You were alone and you looked so beautiful
I barely wanted to disturb the perfect scene.
I was pulled in both directions – but I had to go.

But just a single dance, I could live with that
So again I crossed the bridge that lay between
And soon I held you tight as our arms entwined
Where round the floor we seemed to glide on air.
Wrapped in love was such a very joyful scene.

Yet it was just a memory, and soon you were gone.

…and all once more was dust.

©Joe Wilson – And then the dust settled…2018

Just another Monday morning…


Gaze through window
Misty view
Sky of grey
Can’t see blue.
First the dog
Then the lead
Now the owner
Dragged indeed.
Cars drive past
Folks to work
Heading out
Through mist and murk.
Same old pattern
Monday blues
Hot strong tea
More bad news.
Creaking bones
Move at last
Things to do
Reverie passed…

©Joe Wilson – Just another Monday morning…2018

The powerful wind…


The wind howled like a banshee that terrible day
It had argued with everything it left in its wake
It whipped up the sea to a thick grey mist
Through the windows the view was dark and opaque.

And over the crash of the huge black waves
Screaming yet so faint, their voices pathetic
As they slowly succumbed to the cold Irish Sea
In a storm that had raged with power kinetic.

And the gathering orca had much to enjoy
As they filled up their bellies from the dead
While the sharks in the shipping line boardroom
Sought to rip off the families instead.

One hundred and forty three souls were lost
Neither ship nor a person survived
But it’s said in a storm in the cold Irish Sea
You can hear the last calls that were cried.

©Joe Wilson – The powerful wind…2018

Where are we heading…


‘an empty head is a foolish head’
Some idiotic teacher once said
Yet though I try to clear it sometimes
One thought always nestles there instead.
Man seems hellbent on destruction
We destroy as much as we create
And minds and hearts of too many
Are filled with unnecessary hate.
Are we heading for Armageddon?
Where only the hate-filled survive
Where having one’s millions about one
Might be all that keeps one alive.
Death toll in the war zones keeps rising
And the poor in the street beg or die
While leaders play nuclear football
And all that they say is a lie.
So my mind fills with usual thinking
But that nagging thought always remains
Ever jogged by the media pictures
That highlight the death-toll bloodstains.

©Joe Wilson – Where are we heading…2018



Clacton, Nineteen Sixty Four
Sawdust Caesars, all-out war
Fifty four years since those days
Bones now creak in many ways.

Pierre Cardin and Levi jeans
The Twisted Wheel by any means
Rowntrees, Sunday morning low
Thumb back home, work to go.

Music all had soulful sound
Many now lie in the ground
Wouldn’t have missed a single day
Dancing every night away.

Otis concert, ten-bob note
Angry words back then I wrote
San Remo Strings, brilliant style
Still today, memories, smile.

©Joe Wilson – Youth…2018

A deep loneliness…


I’d caught that look of sadness
In the corner of your eye
How pained you must have felt
Yet determined not to cry
It’s over, not to be undone.

Moved on with your life these days
Far too painful looking back
The days roll into months
Your masquerade will sometimes crack
The peace you own, has been hard won.

Yet even still you hear the voice
That in your head caused untold bliss
But that was then so long ago
You’re left as one with nought but this
Alone one’s life, is far less fun.

©Joe Wilson – A deep loneliness…2018

Nowhere to hide…


Slowly she trudges along a scar-filled road
Water carrier on her back, a heavy load
So many are children who fetch water each day
Large numbers orphans, too traumatised to play.
There’s nary a one who’s not lost someone
A mother, a father, a brother now gone.
And still the war rages, eight long years now
A break out to the West to survival somehow
But yet we reject them, born out of our fears
So many we turn back to a life of more tears.

Solutions, where are they, leaders stay quiet
They say there’s no answer, the world doesn’t buy it
Stop selling them weapons and bombing for them
At least let the children have peace for a stem.
Corruption, at the heart of all this warfare
The inconvenient displaced face a life of despair
They have nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
Now refugees fleeing, swept along with the tide.

An unseen truth is plain in all this
In the West we don’t notice and ignorance is bliss
We too have our problems and turn a blind eye
The water carrier children wait for bombs from the sky.

©Joe Wilson – Nowhere to hide…2018