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The warmth inside…

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There is no beating that central heating
If peripheral warmth is your need
But there is no warmth like love-filled warmth
Where two hearts harmoniously feed.

And when long Summer days in sunshine
In laughter in daft lover’s games
Are snapshots then taken of moments
And placed in keepsake gilt frames.

Frames they now view in their Autumn
Of perhaps the best days they recall
For as time marches forward regardless
They seem in the photos, less small.

Until one day there is then only one
And the central heating is switched on
As the one left behind now tries to keep warm
And the ticking clock of life moves along.

© Joe Wilson – The warmth inside…2016

A quiet reflection…

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A man gave his all at work today
he strove with his usual endeavour,
but the father whose child he saved this day
will now always love him forever.
A nurse, overstretched, yet so willing,
will care for her patients all day;
yet they will not hear her ever complain
she leaves that till she’s far away.

When sitting in a pub with those such as she
she lets go the strain and then moans
no patient will ever hear her though
nor any parent feel her tired angst
for they are ever so grateful
as they smile and give her their thanks.

A bed is moved by two young men
in a quiet and dignified way
it’s just one of many singular things
that make up a porters day.
And all of the time, the ladies
will keep the wards so flush
and the things they see, but don’t see
as they work with their mop and brush.

And the patient lies there quiet and inert
as a battle-royal takes place
but we see that progress is being made
as bewilderment slowly slips from her face.
Small steps we take each one of us
as we live with fingers crossed
every person is pulling their weight
and no-one will stop whatever the cost.
Hope springs
Love abounds.

©Joe Wilson – A quiet reflection…2016

A report of hope…

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The days are long
and tiring.
Each thought process
a giant effort,
and yet,
struggle as she may,
progress is made.
She signed her name
– today.
Laugh heartily she would
and perhaps get the giggles,
but it was all in the box,
that strange bunch of squiggles.
Though bewilderment still lingers
behind her sad eyes
even at this moment
from as far as can be
another journeys here
to help her get free.
That someone
would forego
the home of their birth
and with their beloved
come to this land of his,
is an enormity that
leaves me
breathless
with pride and love.
But she will see
her brother soon
and her sad eyes will surely
brighten at the sight.
Hope
springs.
Love
abounds…

©Joe Wilson – A report of hope…2016

How still she lies…

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How still she lies…

How still she lies, how very still
Silent puzzlement behind her eyes
Yet she’s our girl, our darling prize
And she possesses powerful will.
Slowly opened eyes, then closed
She awakes just a little this way
She smiles when she sees her children today
Though her speech is now carefully composed.

So we remain hopeful that she’ll win this fight
And return to the family that knows and that fears
Who’ve watched as she’s battled for over two years
And who all dread another call in the night.

Yet still there’s the cancer, that terrible ill
That has raged there inside her this long while
And through even that she always would smile
As with chemo she fought, and her powerful will.

So we sit, hold her hand, and watch her now sleep
As the flickering memories start to fall into place
And I see as her mother wipes a tear from her face
For we both sit — and quietly weep.

©Joe Wilson – How still she lies…2016

Life in the clichés Pt 2…

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They say…

It is not the winning that counts
It is the taking part
So it seems the stage was set
As I made a bid for your heart.

They also say faint heart
Never won fair maiden
I rose up to the challenge
With arms that were fully laden. [chocolates, flowers, humble pie, you know the kind of thing]

Well! All the worlds a stage, they say
And some of us merely players, they say
So I battled on regardless
Because every dog has his day.

And to the winner goes the prize
I won fair maiden’s hand
For I had moved all heaven and earth
Like a regular one-man-band.

So, since I’d won the love of my life
My heart now took up the slack
Then off we set on life’s travels
And by George! We’ve never looked back!! Toot, toot!

I say…

©Joe Wilson – Life in the clichés Pt 2…2016

She will always be with him…

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Walk with me will you till moonlight glows
And we will talk of love and life
Walk with me, our hearts entwined
That bond we share as husband and wife.

And such merry times we both recall
Of times we spent in happy repose
The wisest choice this man ever made
Was kneeling before you the day I proposed.

The gaiety and laughter of our children
Made wondrous the path that we chose
For all of these years there has been only you
You were and remain my fine English rose.

And now that I find myself so much older 
In recalling a life never dull
We struck out together as always we did
The excitement of living our lives to the full.

~~~~~~~

As he thinks these lines, he sits in the tiny bedroom they shared and weeps. He has no idea, nor even less does he care, whether they rhyme, they just remind him of her and the heartache is so very deep. He looks at the jewellery and trinkets of what was her life, and he feels an unending pain. Now he only waits for the day he will join her, so that they can be together again.

He thought, we never anticipate this much heartbreak, and he wept some more…

©Joe Wilson – She will always be with him…2016

More thoughts of home…

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So here we are at our old home, Clem
I’ve a joy that makes me think of kin
Yet here though are we, there’s no sign of them
They too have moved on in this new world we’re in.
But we have here the creak of the old gate
By the cottage where once more we live
And the river I fear will still flood in spate
The forces of nature just never forgive.

Settled again, Clem, and the cottage is comfy
We’re happy here, me and your Ma
It’s a fact son, we’re folks of the country
Who you’ll sometimes visit in your car.
But it was fine working with you along at my side
Though for me it was too far from home
Yet I’m happy son that you stayed, you fill us with pride
But retired now we both choose no longer to roam.

©Joe Wilson – More thoughts of home…2016

A sort of sequel to ‘Dreaming of home’.
Both were written in a style similar to O. Henry
[William Sidney Porter (1862 – 1910)]

A lonely furrow to heartache…

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It’s a dark and lonely road he walks
Full of silence and bitter regret
He knows he should have worked it out
But he wasn’t ready for solutions yet.
So in his dark and moody frame
You see a man of stubborn will
Who couldn’t admit that he was wrong
And one can see his dark mood still.

Some men will never say they’re wrong
They never bend or even bow
Perhaps they think they look less strong
Admitting that shows strength somehow.
So lonely furrowed path he ploughs
His pride won’t let him work things through
Yet all that lies ahead for him
Is sadness now he misses you.

And from the side-lines I must watch
He’d brook no fool advice from me
I see them both be-dogged by pain
Regretting all that there could be.
But wait – I see him turn and look
With love-filled eyes at she who wept
Maybe there’s hope of rescue yet
As he perhaps takes that first step.

©Joe Wilson – A lonely furrow to heartache…2016

That Cheshire cat grin…

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Wandering in sweetest meander
Midst dreams of love-filled clouds
With only my love for company
No earthly, noisy crowds.

We travel to the greatest heights
Our passion reaching the peak
Collapsing into loving arms
Where neither needs to speak.

And yet, not really dreams at all
But reflections from a past
That is so full of nights as these
So filled with love designed to last.

And in the morning near the dawn
We lie in warm embrace
Again wrapped in each others arms
We’re soon transported to that place.

Till spent, grinning like Cheshire cats
As lovers with burning fires
A passion for a lifetime
In a love that never tires.

©Joe Wilson – That Cheshire cat grin…2016

Lord, why are we even here…

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When I lay my head upon the pillow, Lord
And ponder this amazing world, I ask
What manner of creature did you think us
That You would set such an onerous task.
For surely we’re creative, Lord
We make such wonders grow
Advances in areas like science
There’s so much more we now know.
And yet, and yet, we kill ourselves
In wars and in the violent streets
There is no logic for these awful acts
So many dead bodies in blood-soaked sheets.
The wondrous planet on which life grows
We’ve blown up and torn it apart
We treat each other abysmally
You’d think we had no heart.
So why Lord, why entrust us
To care for our Earth this way
For we are turning what was green
Into infernal grey.

But I see you now Lord, I see you
You’ve acted with sleight of hand
You pray each day we’ll tire of this
For then we’ll understand.
But will it make us better, Lord
If Your faith in us is fulfilled
If at last our appetite is slaked
And no further blood is spilled.
It’s never easy to follow you, Lord
For You truly do move in mystery
But some of us work towards that peace
And to confine the horrors to history.
So I look more brightly to the future
In the hope that You’ll be our guide
In the constant search for calmer days
And Your companionship by our side.

©Lord, why are we even here…2016