Tag: love
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
A modern sonnet, but familiar story…
Down that delicate road they went
Eyes for each with such intent
In each others life, in each others arms
Each attracted to the others charms.
Yet theirs was romance frowned upon
So a love in secret they shared as one
And risks for them so dangerously taken
Would last until the world would awaken.
To the fact that we are all the same
And falling in love is never a game
For the colour of skin or a person’s sex
Are simply incidentals that vex
The narrow-minded fools who abound
Who frankly make far too much sound.
©Joe Wilson – A modern sonnet, but familiar story…2016
Two Shorts…
My dearest friend…
My very, very dearest friend
I say these words so true
In faith I know not where I’d be
Were it not for you.
For when I hit rock-bottom
I know you’ll help me up
And if I feel myself alone
You’ll come and share a cup.
The simple truth is always there
It stares us in the face
The world in all its vastness
Can be a lonely place.
©Joe Wilson – My dearest friend…2016
Salted tears…
I turn and watch the noon-day sun
And salted tears dry on my face
The echoes of your perfume
Linger with the slightest trace.
So many times we came here
Yet still, I come myself
For you have all but gone now
You wandered off in silent stealth.
Yet though I hold you in my arms
Sometimes I see your fears
For you just don’t remember me
And that’s what brings the tears.
©Joe Wilson – Salted tears…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
Faith – or Armageddon next…
I
His hand reached out but was so oft ignored
Distrust of his different views made them wary
But the hatred of others and their vile resolution
Was brutal to see, but for him wouldn’t vary.
Each night he prayed to his Father for guidance
But his future was foretold, he would die
In the savage times then he would die on a cross
But His love and the Message, they can’t crucify.
He sits at the Father’s side now as of right
So appalled at what men do to each other
They fail in that most simple and basic of tenets
That each single man is his brother.
And yet such capacity they have for the gentle
They will love with such beauteous joy
They’ll delight in the love of their children
Yet with bullets and bombs they simply destroy.
They have written great theories about peace and war
Yet still man seems so driven to destruction
The authors of their very own Armageddon
Which approaches from out of their own construction.
These are the thoughts of just one concerned man
Many others have thoughts such as he
If the Father and the Son are as faith dictates
Why do they allow frail humanity to be.
II
Man is the author of his very own doom
With thoughtless disdain he heads for his tomb
Yet such in itself one could just tolerate
If he didn’t make others all share his sad fate.
And as one may take up his pen for to write
So many more take up arms to join in the fight
And as the blood of innocents spills deepest red
Innocent victims count for most of the dead.
But yet the one with trigger in hand
Would also like to understand
Why he can’t love and be at home
With his wife and children, or reading some tome.
III
The die gets cast by the hidden ‘others’.
Who can’t accept that we all are brothers.
It will go on — war is not yet done
Man may well yet reach his Armageddon…
©Joe Wilson – Faith – or Armageddon next…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
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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