Not Gone

On 6 May 20146 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Illness, Loss, Love, PoetryLeave a comment

A whisper of your perfume fills my senses
And once again I’m dropped to my knees
The thought runs right through me like a shiver
And I stop as I feel my heart freeze.

I can’t go on like this much longer
You’ve gone and I’m now on my own
My heart’s full of pain I can barely endure
The loss of you aches through my bones.

I find myself in all of our old haunts
Thinking of you and your loving smile
Imagining that you’re here by my side once again
Gives me strength, but just for a short while.

I’m now standing here in front of this dark stone
With your name engraved on it in gold
With our sad little boy who now holds onto my hand
And I’m forced to remain so controlled.

His poor little face looks so sad and so pale
Such tears that have burnt onto his face
His pain from the knowing that you’ll never return
That you’ve gone to a far different place.

Your presence though is yet still within me
I can sense that you’re all around now
To me you’re not here beneath this cold dark stone
You will never be here in the ground.

©Joe Wilson – Not Gone 2014

It’s Not Always What You Think…

On 6 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Driving, Fun, PoetryLeave a comment

He feels the pull of his aching heart
His resistance was always a sham
He gives himself up to her gladly
You live once so he cares not a damn.

Why had he resisted these long years
The big cat he’d always admired
He decided he just wouldn’t wait anymore
And bought the Jag on the day he retired.

©Joe Wilson – It’s Not Always What You Think 2014

This is just for a bit of fun, our load and our spirits need a slight lift occasionally.

The Choice

On 5 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Poetry, Point of ViewLeave a comment

The ever reducing spiral of the mind winds tighter,
tighter like a coil wrapped round a wiring loom
Until the tension causes it to snap, and
within the consciousness of man all hell breaks loose
And one will paint the finest representation of life,
while yet another will turn to the gun and kill
Thus exposing and exploding the myth and proving
man’s control of his own destiny, and his right to choose.

Path thus chosen will your life be that of the artist
who struggles to create and entertain and educate
Or will you choose the more deadly path
of violence and easy money and unlawfully acquired gain
Will you be a man of whom your parents
would one day be proud and say he always did his best
Or will you be the man who spends his every waking moment
serving out to others some ill-deserved pain.

You are a full-grown man now, you have to make a choice,
and that will show which way you choose to walk in life
Will you walk a wise man’s path working hard the honest way
and will you make your mark with pride
Or choose the darker path of distrust and deceit
and thus dishonour all who gave you help along the way
A path that causes those who cared far more for you
than you for them, to take the choice from you to hide.

These things of good and bad you now must choose about,
but take this thought with you to your heart
The path is not chosen for you, free-will,
remember, it’s yours and yours alone
So consider this when you ponder, it’s a choice
you may come to regret, if you choose the lawless way
And if you live that life, you must take into account,
the fact that you may just simply die on your own.

©Joe Wilson – The Choice 2014

Thoughts of Old Age

On 3 May 20143 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Loss, Love, old age, Poetry, Point of View, PovertyLeave a comment

Photo by: Ahmed Al.Badawy, Cairo, Egypt

He was a very poor and sad old man whose pride belied his fear
That one day he’d be a burden to his folks who held dear.
He’d worked hard every single day, now he didn’t cope so well
He knew that his ears were a problem too, he was going deaf he could tell.

He guessed it was just a sign of his age, he’d soon be eighty-one
He’d been fitted with a hearing-aid, but he forgot to switch it on.
And though he had his radio on to listen to all the news
He struggled to tell what was being said, he rarely heard their views.

And so from time to time he sat and enjoyed his garden flowers
He didn’t need to hear them grow, he’d watch them sway for hours.
He’d take his paper and his specs and go down to his shed
And often not read anything as he’d fall asleep instead.

There are times when he forgets though and he sleeps in there all day
When his son or daughter find him, it’s getting more that way.
And he sometimes can’t remember what he’s supposed to do
It’s when his mind goes like this that his thoughts feel stuck in glue.

His son told him the other day he was looking for a place
Where others could look after him, but he’d still have his own space.
He’ll never want to leave this house, his memories are all here
His dear wife still lives in its heart, he won’t go, is that clear!!

But now the odds are against him as he struggles every day
He sometimes doesn’t dress quite right and he cannot properly shave.
And he’ll sometimes sit and weep the tears of a man who feels marooned
He’ll sit and wonder when he’ll die for it cannot come too soon.

©Joe Wilson – Thoughts of Old Age 2014

“It’s Not There.”

On 1 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Driving, Fun, PoetryLeave a comment

I delighted in hearing the interlude
Having heard the prelude too
Whilst waiting for the postlude though
My mind ran all askew.
Where is the ‘lude’ I began to think
For there is a post and a pre
Why are my Chambers and OED
Keeping the ‘lude’ from me!

It was then I thought of Phill Jupitus
I thought that was only fair
As I’m sure he’d be just as puzzled as I
To observe that “It’s not there!”
I’ve searched for it here and I’ve searched for it there
All avenues have been fiercely pursued
And in the end I’m forced to concede
Less ‘Pre’ and ‘Post’ there’s no ‘LUDE’.

©Joe Wilson -“It’s Not There.” 2014

This is a bit of fun based on the highly amusing session of QI where the said Mr Jupitus was able to tell New Zealanders that when the sun is bouncing off the road and impeding their vision they can be safely assured that “It’s not there”.
©Joe Wilson -“It’s Not There.” 2014

The Seed

On 1 May 20141 May 2014 By jovisgoesIn Competition, heroes, Nature, Poetry, Seasons, WildlifeLeave a comment

In the boiler-room of life powerful energy is forcing new growth
As a very small shoot pushes its way out of a small seed’s husk
And as if by some magical force it is drawn upwards towards the light
Picking its way through the soil and between the stones that lie
Betwixt its chance of seeing the sun or falling by the way.

Slowly and surely it climbs up to the as yet unknown surface
Struggling in its weakness yet fighting in its single aim
To break through and reach out for the warmth of the sun,
Its fleshy stem hardening as it grows ever taller in its reach
To the sky and its second-year show of bright flowers.

The days march on and soon it develops large broad leaves
Which gather the rains that feed it life right to its roots
From which its energy comes with a force as great as any
In the universe…it is life, it is beauty, it is magical
Till finally it pushes the beginnings of its flowers out.

For all the world to see the majesty that is the purpose
Of its existence in this meadow of life and death, for now
The creatures come to feast on its sweet nectar and they
Will carry its pollen far and wide ensuring that new life will
Always be assured and that the circle of life is complete.

©Joe Wilson – The Seed 2014

Fate (a Sonnet)

On 30 Apr 201430 Apr 2014 By jovisgoesIn Friendship, Love, Personal, PoetryLeave a comment

The twists of fate that brought me here
Have often lead to places anew
But the most enjoyable twists of fate
Are the ones that brought me to you.
Even in the very darkest of times
When life seemed so desperately blue
We’ve loved together and stood together
And beaten the odds and won through.
There are sorrows too that we don’t talk of
A pall of great sadness may descend
But we care for each other till the hurting subsides
And we do that as lovers and as friends.
My life would be that much less without you
I’m so happy that you feel that way too.

Joe Wilson – Fate (a Sonnet) 2014

‘Walter’ – A Sequel [Perhaps]

On 30 Apr 201430 Apr 2014 By jovisgoesIn Fun, Poetry, Story BookLeave a comment

When I wrote ‘Walter’ it was intended purely as a one-off poem about a subject that I’m interested in, and based on the various ways court cases have gone with regard to the mental aptitude of these types of murderers. I wrote it from the point of view of the reader having a degree, obviously a small degree, of sympathy for him. However, I see that it lends itself to a sequel if one’s feeling a little mischievous. This is one, there may be others later if he ever shows up. Joe Wilson – ‘Walter’ – A Sequel [Perhaps]

It was an fact of pure folly, such a negligent act
When the prison guard left the door open a crack
And Walter being Walter just walked out of the door
The courtroom nor the jury saw sight of him no more.

He made good his escape by hiding on a ship
Refraining from his hobby till giving all the slip
He alighted in Dublin and went straight underground
While he started to study the prey to be found.

It was not like before as he hadn’t a home
So he killed tramps and ate bits and then he just roamed
And it wasn’t too long before he’d killed more than ten
As panic broke out about the cannibal again.

But Walter kept low and moved only at night
All of his killings were out of plain sight
He found an old disused shed at the edge of a park
Where he now lured his victims each night after dark.

The sad haunting song still played in his head
But sometimes he heard screaming victims instead
Though that never made Walter regret what he did
He heard the strange song and did what it bid.

One day as he walked through the park to the shed
He saw many policemen so he turned round instead
He knew they’d find the bodies inside his new house
So he crept away quietly as if he was a mouse.

The papers all screamed he’d killed twenty more men
Shouting ‘who’s going to catch him?, and importantly ‘when?’
The song told him go so he sneaked back to the port
Where he boarded another ship to a nice new resort.

No one ever saw Walter again from that day
There are those who just hope that he sailed far away
But he’s not in a prison, and no body has been found
So take care if a humming man’s there when you turn round.

‘Walter’

On 27 Apr 201430 Apr 2014 By jovisgoesIn Illness, PoetryLeave a comment

Albert Fish, born 1870, the Brooklyn Vampire, an example of a ‘Walter’.

Walter never understood what he had done wrong
In his head he heard only a sad haunting song
He sat in the courtroom as he had been bidden
All sense of the seriousness from him was hidden.

His mother had left him when he was but a child
His father he’d not known, they said he was wild
And to the children’s home where he had been placed
He was often returned after some strange disgrace.

To him it was natural, he liked to trap rats
And later dissect them, and the dogs, and some cats
But the thrill of small creatures was beginning to bore
So he turned then to people, once one, then lots more.

They followed him willingly when he offered the treat
Of a room in his house as opposed to the street
Then he drugged them and tied them as they lay asleep
And cut them to pieces just like he did sheep.

His total was forty as far as they could tell
They had come to his house because of the smell
He’d eaten some of them and the taste was so good
And Walter was especially fond of the blood.

Now here he sat quietly for the jury to see
This ‘disgusting murderer’ who ate people for tea
And he hummed the strange song that he heard in his head
Wondering who he could eat before going to bed.

Each day when they finished he was taken away
And locked in a small room so he couldn’t stray
And it never occurred to him that he had done wrong
As he sat and he rocked and he hummed his sad song.

©Joe Wilson – ‘Walter’ 2014
Like most people I’ve had the good fortune never to encounter a ‘Walter’, but I have had an interest in criminology for many years. I do hope the subject matter and poem doesn’t upset or offend anybody. ©Joe Wilson – ‘Walter’ 2014

When I Write of You…

On 27 Apr 201427 Apr 2014 By jovisgoesIn Love, PoetryLeave a comment

When I write of you I can never do you justice
For you surely descended from somewhere up above
For you are my right and I am your left
And we both fit together, each one matching glove.