Tag: Life
Somebody cares…
Have you ever just thought running out of the door
If I ran far away to some far distant shore
Would anyone miss me or care just a fig
If I ran out the door and made off on that gig.
And would you get part way along the long road
When you stood back and wondered how heavy your load
Whether it was worth all of the heartache you’d cause
By running away without stopping to pause.
It’s likely that folks would be terribly sad
If you just ran away, which really is bad
As it seems to me that we all have a place
If we look hard enough we will see a face
That is kindly and loving and cares just for us
But tends to hold back as they don’t like a fuss…
©Joe Wilson – Somebody cares…2016
I get the message…
His night-time demons locked away
A smile — he’d now locked on his face
He went downstairs to join his wife
To the kitchen, their homes happiest place.
His wife smiled knowingly yet again
His angina was getting much worse
Yet if she broached the subject
His response was always terse.
He sat and ate his breakfast
Far too much she’d always say
And if he didn’t eat far less
She knew there’d be Hell to pay.
But he, too foolish, ate the lot
Then set off on his work-bound way
But the dark angel paid him a visit
He never made it through the day.
And she was left to mourn him
In the kitchen she sits – alone
They could have loved for many years
If he’d just lost a couple of stone.
©Joe Wilson – I get the message…2016
I’m not this man, though I could surely do with losing some weight, as can many of us. The middle of the day is much more of a problem for me. The simple fact is, if we eat a little less we will lose weight, and that along with a little exercise has to be good for us.
The unbearable waiting…
No recognisable thoughts are in his mind these days
Only sorrow for the loss, he feels so achingly sad
He had never lived alone before, it wasn’t for him, normal
His life at this time was the unhappiest he’d had.
He’d watched as she crumbled and the weight brought him sorrow
He was crushed by the heartache that accompanies such loss
He had not faired too well by himself to be quite honest
Now he sits by the grave that slowly covers with moss.
And all that he waits for is for one day to join her
The unbearable wait overwhelms him so much
Only the end when it comes can now please him
For he so hopes to find her for their hearts to retouch.
He’d loved her for all of the time he remembered
Theirs was such love that one never defines
Now he sits so lonely and awaits his dark angel
To carry him back home to the love he so pines.
©Joe Wilson – The unbearable waiting…2016
Who in the Hell do we think we are…
And finding ourselves
here.
What next!
What wonder of technology
or genius thinking
could ever
eradicate
thousands of years
of prejudice
and contempt,
and not the least,
distrust?
Nothing!
Nothing that could replace
an acceptance of each other
and a coming together
of hearts
and minds
in realising
that all pervading truth.
We all live here,
we all die here.
Harmonious living
is surely less problematic.
(Here you can insert any WAR you choose),
for it has always been
Man’s greatest weakness
the thing which undermines him most
and yet seemingly,
his greatest undertaking.
Man is such a violent beast
we almost deserves no place here.
For in our selfishness
we destroy
the very beauty
of the planet itself.
Perhaps it’s time
we finally realised.
LIFE
is not a practice run.
It is the real thing.
©Joe Wilson – Who in the Hell do we think we are…2016
That long, long thread…
And thus in forest splendid
I first laid eyes on you
My life was changed forever
Beneath that sky so blue.
For I have lain beside you
These forty years in peace
Yet I would lay for forty more
And thank each day for such increase.
For lonely I could be no more
Your heart is locked in me
And even when we flee this place
Wrapped in my love you’ll always be.
We move through life so much as one
Our thread reflects our love
And if I should depart here first
You’ll find me waiting up above.
My life has felt so lucky
Great loves get written of in poems
But our love is as great as all
No need to pen in tomes.
And gaze I now at your beauty
As fresh as the day we met
I can never imagine what brought you
But I thank the Heavens yet.
©Joe Wilson – That long, long thread…2016
The thing about loving…
When next he saw her
In heaven they were
Their life and times
Passed in a blur.
But such is life
He cared not less
Excitement loomed
He did confess.
For love and life
He gave his all
And with his love
He’d had a ball!
©Joe Wilson – The thing about loving…2016
The nomad…
Curiosity had always drawn him
To the edge of the wood
The edge of the farm
The edge of the cliff.
More than once as a child
He’d been found beyond his limits
In the middle of a forest once
Half way down a rock face too.
They called it then a wanderlust
As if it was some awful failing
Which wasn’t really so at all
He always knew his heading.
Today most folk call him a nomad
Much closer now to the truth
For he had never stopped in his travelling
Having journeyed through his entire life.
There was so little he found of no interest
It had always been like this
He would keep along on his journey
Till they finally placed him in the earth.
For if a man can take the time in life
To see what the good earth has to give
By giving in to his inner nomad
What magnificent bounty he’ll receive.
©Joe Wilson – The nomad…2016
A gentle nomad…
A nomad stopped at my shop today
And I asked him what he would take
He said he would like an apple
And a large slice of fresh tea-cake.
So I did give, and he receive
And we sat and chatted of life
We could have been just us two on Earth
I thought, passing the butter knife.
At last he said he had to go
With a gentle ancient cough
He left a small wooden cross behind
Donned his cap, said goodbye, and was off.
The man was just a stranger
From Adam I knew not he
But he had such a peaceful aura
And he left that cross for me.
It’s quiet in the shop these days
Of the nomad I saw no more
Be he had such a gentle way with him
That moved me to the core.
©Joe Wilson – A gentle nomad…2016
Not to be alone…
And so I arrive at the end of my day
Achieving so little in the time that I’ve had
But passage along my self-guided way
Meant I happened upon you, which made me so glad.
And on we carried in togetherness fond
A love so great and so true
We forged in life love’s greatest bond
Yet now here alone I do so miss you.
For how can a one live a life all alone
The sharing, the joy, and the heartache
You lean on each other like you can’t on your own
Helping each other in decisions you make.
Never did a man set his feet on God’s earth
That didn’t have a lover that increased his worth.
©Joe Wilson – Not to be alone…2016
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