Just getting on with life

On 21 May 201421 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Love, old age, PoetryLeave a comment

The years get ever shorter
the number I’d not bet
but it’s not been a bad life
least-ways not up to yet
though there have a few things
its best that we forget.

That time I faced that big bloke
who was giving you the eye
I kicked him in the knackers
he still might wonder why
I caught him as he left the pub
he gave me a big black eye.

The times you almost lost me
you were waiting when I woke
I knew the hurt you were feeling
though not a word was spoke
you covered it up so bravely
and your spirit never broke.

The time when you were poorly
we worried for months so long
yet you were so amazing
your determination strong
I realise so many times
I’m right where I belong.

Retired now we still hold hands
as we go along our way
we remember to say ‘I love you’
each and every day
and as I sit down with my writing
I wouldn’t choose another way.

So yes we are in the twilight years
But we’re not about to fold
we won’t be hanging our boots up
we prefer behaving bold
and we won’t be taking it easy
we just don’t do what we’re told.

©Joe Wilson – Just getting on with life 2014

Love

On 18 May 201421 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Poetry1 Comment

Laugh with you openly happy
Often about things of no note
Vital times that we embrace together
Every moment grasped by the throat.

You are my bedrock, you are my muse
Oft times alone I am of no use
Until once more I see you there beside me.

Joe Wilson – LOVE (an acrostic poem)

that last sad moment

On 14 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Loss, old age, Poetry, RegretLeave a comment

wrapped in melancholy, down at heart
saddened by events you didn’t start
heartless thoughts begin to emerge
pointless lives will all diverge.

feeling lost you grope for life
grabbing hands in utter strife
the sprawl of endless searches failed
the souls are lost the voices wailed.

should we as well wait out your fate
with death’s dark hand you have a date
we all must journey to his lair
but let’s not rush things – let’s take care.

©Joe Wilson – that last sad moment 2014

wisdom

On 13 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Poetry, wisdomLeave a comment

the acid just burns away at your guts
it is the commonest feature of bile
it grabs at the chest and causes such pain
from carrying the hatred all that while.

it was carried about for so many years
and it tore at the heart feelings too
leaving a husk that was almost burnt out
and inside that husk – there is you.

such bitter thoughts have followed you
and anger at what they had done
so now you’ve returned for what purpose
– to finish what they had begun?

they thought they’d done right, they were wrong
they exiled you once – and will again
for the genes that run right through your bloodline
make you different to all other men.

try forgiveness – they’ve ignorance on their side
but you’re an intellect with no such excuse
one man turned his face against such menace once
and showed courage in the face of abuse.

let go of the anger that’s within you
or ignorance will win – yet again
for it will always fall to the wisest
to stand up to malevolent men.

©Joe Wilson – wisdom 2014

Heart

On 11 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Love, PoetryLeave a comment

The love that binds our sensitive hearts
Has powers so full of magic
Upsetting its delicate balance
Can cause damage so often tragic.

With all your heart you must work at love
Stay the course, don’t falter
The heart responds to kindness
For true love not to alter.

The heart is such a mighty thing
It will guide you through your day
Its steady beat sustaining life
As your emotions find their way.

Look after your heart, follow its lead
And you may yet find love
It’s as sure to be about you
As there are the stars above.

©Joe Wilson – Heart 2014

Inadequacies

On 10 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Poetry1 Comment

Sadly I now realise

that the depression that lasted twenty years, and some months
never actually went away, it just lurked in the background waiting,
waiting for that time when something happens, something really
insignificant, such as a piece of correspondence falling through
the letterbox from a government department.

Then it all comes flooding back and in so doing serves you an ace
right between the eyes to remind you of your inadequacies.

Would that I could have been more effective.
Will that I may yet get the chance.
Will that I may keep my heart ticking
long enough that I may achieve that goal.

Bugger!!

©Joe Wilson – Inadequacies 2014

The rest of the day (a pun)

On 9 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Poetry, Point of View, TimeLeave a comment

Wandering the hills and the forests
lost and in search of the way
to find a quieter and more gentle pace
in the maelström that has become today.

A sense of immediacy surrounds us
our needs they have all so changed
but stopping, sitting and thinking
may yet save us from going insane.

Sit on a stump and pause for thought
and watch as the world goes by
but this is the world of nature
which just ambles along like a sigh.

You could sit right here for the rest of the day
the peace of the moment sublime
but the irony of taking the moment
is for the moment we don’t have the time.

Air

On 8 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Nature, Poetry, Point of View, RegretLeave a comment

The air that I breathe
is the air that you breathe
is the air that she breathes
is the air that he breathes
and the air that they breathe.

We should protect it for all of us
for it has become so fragile
from our poor maintenance.

I am ashamed,
we should be ashamed.

Another…gone

On 8 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn heroes, Loss, WarLeave a comment

Born in the county
Raised in the county
Served overseas
Died overseas
Buried in the county.

The Woman

On 7 May 20147 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Family, Friendship, Love, Personal, PoetryLeave a comment

I saw the woman sitting at a table
and I felt naturally drawn to sit down
opposite her, but then found myself gazing at
a napkin label such was my embarrassment,
but she just smiled and said hello. I said
hello back and we just talked, and we talked.
We talked for what seemed like a lifetime
until we found ourselves sitting in the dark.
She burst out laughing when we realised, and
I did too. I got up on my own from the table to
go out with my friends, she was with my sister,
they were friends. It was then that I noticed that
the woman’s chair had wheels on it. That’s why
she never got up from the table. I shrugged, said
something like ‘seeya’ and went out with my mates.
The woman and I have chatted many times during the
forty-two years that we’ve been married. I guess that
means we’ve each told the other how much we love them
over fifteen thousand times. We said we would always remind
ourselves every day. I was never more glad of a decision I’ve
made than the day I chose to sit at that table. I was so glad
I made the acquaintance of, and then felt the love of
The Woman.