(A simple rule for a happy life)
Slender is the tie that binds
Two hearts in love as one
Easy though the harshest word
That signals it has gone.
For love to live within your heart
You must give it away
And if you do completely
Love will be there everyday….
©Joe Wilson – When losing it makes complete sense…2015
So tired I drift in long deep sleep
In thoughts of you that keep me warm
Inside a place of peaceful dreams
I find you in ethereal form.
And holding hands in sweet repose
Retelling words of love and faith
While wrapped in dream-like timeless mist
My arms enfold to keep you safe.
As wakefulness returns at dawn
No longer are you there to see
But opened eyes can now reveal
Your earthly form lies next to me.
Retelling words of love and faith
And wrapped in ageless passion we
With open eyes and open hearts
Who else but you could be with me.
©Joe Wilson – Words of love and faith…2015
In wandering through life’s happenstance
I chanc’ed upon thee
‘Twas such a stroke of wondrous glee
Did hearts collide, I took the chance.
I loved you from that long first glance
For all ’twas plain to see
That you did feel the same for me
And thus began our life’s romance.
Though anguish walks along in stride
Our join’ed hearts did all defeat
And though these harsh times oft repeat
Their vilest aims stay yet denied
In laughter we recall the treat
Of joyful times spent side by side.
©Joe Wilson – On happenstance…2015
Impose your love upon my soul
That I may be alone no more
You reach inside my very core
With love that binds and keeps me whole.
My heart is under your control
What happy state this do I feel
Such joy as this has great appeal
Blessed am I in envious role.
And you, your happiness to me
Is of such vital import
That I would not with love cavort
To force what’s intertwined set free
For love as yours I fiercely sought
A love as sweet as it could be.
©Joe Wilson – To my very core…2015
Moulded together in love and pain
They were always by each other’s side
That’s how for life they chose to remain
Each to the other was their pride.
Heartaches came and went yet still
They were steadfast in their love
Held together by their simple will
They fitted like a hand in a glove.
They aged and their bodies grew fragile
Yet that love still carried them along
As a thing that was always so, tactile
It sustained, it was so very strong.
And then one day they were there no more
But their love was now so cast in stone
That devotion to each other went right to the core
As holding hands they passed into the unknown.
©Joe Wilson – Holding hands…2015
Lonely is the king-sized bed
That only sees one resting head
The other left and gone away
Love was gone and hearts can stray.
Love is not a trivial game
Of winning points with one’s old flame
It is hard work and worthy too
And worth the love she gives to you.
I have been blessed these many years
Lonely, one of my great fears
But I’ve worked hard and so has she
My darling gives her love to me.
©Joe Wilson – Lonely is the king-sized bed…2015
Marching forwards in love and in life
As snowdrop and crocus cover Spring earth
Raw though the wind, as Winter still lingers
Chapping the faces exposed to its wrath.
Hope springs eternal as I sit by the hearth
Indoors the warmth of a nice open fire
Nicely chopped logs all stacked by a scuttle
Glorious flames up the chimney rise higher.
Flames soporific and soon I am sleeping
Out like a light from the heat of the fire
Running in dreams and thinking of roses
Wrapped in a beautiful paper display.
All for the lady who loves me forever
Roses the flowers from my heart every day
Dreams full of happy, and our lovely children
Slight sadness now as they make their own way.
It’s many years now and our love we have found
No more needs the blankets we laid on the ground.
Living a life with one who inspires you
Overly blessed like the Spring that now hails
Verdant the grass round the bench in the garden
Each night during Summers we tell lover’s tales.
And as we enter our twilight of living
Not for a second our passion shall wane
Drawn to each other, a one made from twain.
Isn’t it wondrous when love makes hearts bind
Never a doubt in your passion-filled mind.
Letters we’ve written of love for each other
Ink that was written, but not by a sage
Finally we slip into hot-chocolate evenings
Enjoying the warmth as we turn the next page.
©Joe Wilson – Marching forwards in love and in life…2015 (Acrostic)
Heavy the heart
Painful the burden
The messenger’s part
In passing the word on.
Deep are the creases
That now line his brow
The pain never ceases
It’s personal somehow.
His was the book
Which counted the dead
But each killing took
His heart’s peace instead.
They were his men
He loved them like sons
They’ll not sing again
Silenced by guns.
The letters he wrote
To tell of each death
Families he smote
By words of last breath.
The killing decided
There’s no final amount
Messenger lies dead
One more for the count.
©Joe Wilson – The letters…2015
I bet that as a child I climbed up many trees
Sometimes in tears running home with cut knees
I’d have played with Dinky toys and Hornby trains
And jumped into puddles after pouring rains.
I bet that as a youth I was petulant and daft
And sailed down a river on a home-made raft
I’d have ridden on my bike for miles and miles
Watching all the steam trains at railway styles.
And on a rugby pitch I’d have felt right in place
Charging down the wing or lying on my face
To clubs I’d have gone for the rhythm and the blues
We’d dance through the night like we’d nothing to lose.
I bet I met a lady who would love me forever
Who’d nurture our children and make us seem clever
She’d always keep me warm on the coldest nights
And be by my side when I get these frights.
I bet these things I’ve written may have all taken place
But the end-game approaches at an ever-quicker pace
I see it is the sort of life someone like me would need
But the memories have faded like an old dried up seed.
©Joe Wilson – I bet…2015
We thought we were indestructible
That the world was ours to grasp
It was clear it was the old ‘n’ incorrigible
Who’s breath came out in a rasp.
And so we lived our comfortable lives
Thinking mainly of ourselves and our own
Getting the best cars to fit in our drives
Making certain our lawns were all mown.
We only applied for the very top posts
Believing, as we did, we’re the best
Entertaining bosses as such perfect hosts
We really were promotion obsessed.
Then one of you is ill, you’re pulled up dead short
It makes you evaluate your life
You start to resent being one of your sort
The thought cuts your soul like a knife.
As time passes by you realise you do care
At the way of the world and the hurt
The way that the rich have far more than their share
While others look for food in the dirt.
Perhaps though, most of us go through this change
When the blinkers finally fall from the eyes
We recognise that apathy is wrong and so strange
It’s the time we start hearing sufferer’s cries.
Soon your own health gets you into the time-frame
Where your sneezes and wheezes start to count
And you worry that things will never be the same
And are you warm and eating the right amount!
You realise you’re far from indestructible
As your breath come out in a rasp
But for you life is ever so precious
And you’ll hang on with your dying gasp.
©Joe Wilson – We thought we were indestructible…2015
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