Tag: thoughts

Straying from the shelf…

On By jovisgoesIn Aimlessness, Lonelyness, Wanderings2 Comments

I wander these passages
I’m searching for you
In my mental state
It’s the best I can do.
I don’t know who you are
Nor even myself!
I feel like a parcel
Just left on the shelf.
I’m aimlessly wandering
I’m not seeing you
And if I did
Would you seem at all true?
My thoughts are a jumble
They’re making no sense
And as I see no one
I find I am tense.
Why am I looking?
I’ve no real idea
And as I go wandering
I recognise fear.
It creeps now upon me
On my shoulder it sits
I’m getting more frightened
The fear comes in fits.
So what am I doing?
I haven’t a clue
I thought I was searching
Searching for you.
But I don’t know who you are
Nor even myself
So I guess I’ll just sit here
Alone on my shelf…

©Joe Wilson – Straying from my shelf…2015

To my very core…

On By jovisgoesIn Love, muse, Poetry, Sonnet, vital3 Comments

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

Holding hands…

On By jovisgoesIn Friendship, Life, Love, Love, Passion, Personal, Poetry, Re-assuring, ThoughtsLeave a comment

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

O for an inky-black sky…

On By jovisgoesIn Ethereal, Light, moonlight, Night, Poetry, Point of View, Stars, Thoughts, Time, twilight2 Comments

And thus the sunset beckons now the night
As stars begin to glow and so reveal
That once the dark has quashed out all the light
The moon and stars display with wondrous zeal.

As man will walk in countryside by night
Polaris shining bright to light his way
Where pitch-black sky was not a unique sight
He searches for that unspoilt place today.

For mankind spread and in his wake made light
Which blurs the view of Heavenly array
While phosphorescence glares so very bright
We miss the wonders of our Milky Way.

©Joe Wilson – O for an inky-black sky…2015

The choice…

On By jovisgoesIn Family, Fear, Life, Loss, Love, Poetry, The end-game, The World, Thoughts, Time, War, wisdom4 Comments

Everywhere that he ever went
He always travelled in style
With supple leather and cocktail bar
He sat in the rear for mile upon mile.

He traded this, he traded that
Till finally he didn’t care
It was weapons he sold, they were deadly
To him in war, all things were fair.

And then one day he got the chance
To choose twixt loss or gain
Some men kidnapped his family
He had never felt such pain.

The ransom when it came was surprising
There was just one simple demand
Stop all of the sales of your weapons
Including those already planned.

For him the choice was so easy
He turned from the cocktail haze
Now he writes of love and of romance
With his family near, life finally pays.

©Joe Wilson – The choice…2015

Lonely is the king-sized bed…

On By jovisgoesIn Life, Love, Passion, Poetry, Point of View, Thoughts, wisdom1 Comment

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

By dawn’s early light…

On By jovisgoesIn Belief, Death, Eternity, Ethereal, Faith, Fate, Fear, Life, Loss, Love, PoetryLeave a comment

I wish that I could see the dawn
That follows the one of my demise
For I could then tell all of you
If ‘there’ beyond is truth or lies.

And if I did see dawn it’s true
That to a better place we go
But if I don’t see that new dawn
Then I could never let you know.

And so your journey you will make
Some with husband, some with wife
And you will find out for yourself
If there  exists that better life.

©Joe Wilson – By dawn’s early light…2015

All that is me…

On By jovisgoesIn expressing, Life, Love, Nature, Personal, Poetry, Thoughts, Time, verdant, Weather, Wildlife, wisdom, WritingLeave a comment

In pen I plough my lonesome furrow
Synapses alive and the brain set alight
Willing an audience to interpret correctly
‘The meaning’, tis always The Poet’s hard plight.

Often the words that are written on paper
Take on a new life with the nuance of speech
If only the reader could hear it as I do
But then there’d be little left for me to teach.

Oh for a lovely warm Spring morning I say
What is invoked in the spirit that’s you
I hear the converse of snowdrop and crocus
And try then to pass on the messages too.

Some are times when the words just won’t form
I can’t find the flow to fit with my thoughts
Still though the writing finds ways to the paper
Landing as ink in shapes of all sorts.

Thus I continue to put my pen to paper
Scribbling new odes for the reader to see
And all the words that I lay there before you
Are just a reflection of all that is me.

©Joe Wilson – All that is me…2015

Marching forwards in love and in life…(Acrostic)

On By jovisgoesIn Children, Dreams, Family, Friendship, Life, Love, Love, muse, old age, Passion, Personal, Poetry, Seasons, Spring, Summer, Thoughts, twilight, Winter, wisdom4 Comments

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)

The letters…

On By jovisgoesIn Armageddon, Death, Family, Fear, guilt, heroes, Life, Pacifism, Passion, Poetry, Point of View, political, Regret, The end-game, The World, Thoughts, Time, WarLeave a comment

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