Saturday, June 27, 2020

Never thought …



And I never thought I’d know
of corruption, deceit and thievery
and yet here I am surrounded and embroiled
in the worst of them thrust on humankind.

It’s like the mindful tower I built
of all I thought was good and true
has fallen prey to despicable control
that toppled it to ground.

Of course I search amongst the rubble
for traces of the right and honourable
but all I find are dust particles
that ne’er again can be a whole.

It’s raining today and where sand now mud
that one day will bake in the sun of renewal
but those days are so very far off
that perhaps never in my lifetime.

But I’ll make my own tower again, again,
because all that I am and all I believe
can’t be destroyed by the hand of evil
so prevalent in these current times.

And so as I wait for the sun to come out
all I can do is design and refine
my blueprints of soul that allow me to know
but that block the infusion of iniquity!

Sunday, May 3, 2020

Before ...


Before the night claims my day
I think of words to say
that perhaps will aid and abet
the furtherance of love.

But then in the morning light
I come to the understanding
I need to grow and increase
my force and effect.

How tall, how big, how loud and dictatorial
and then I shrink with the knowing
the my hands are tied to the post
of plain and simply who I am.

I cannot shout from mountain tops
or dance the light fantastic
to the tune of all I know should be
or simply tell you quietly.

I am here and you are there
but before the day lays claim to night
I like to think that in that peaceful state
everyone is dancing to the tune of love.

I like to think but can it really be
when some don’t think to dance?

Tuesday, March 24, 2020

Magic


The air is fresh and clean
and that gypsy over yonder hill
stares up above in wonderment
because she knows that way up there
magic has been made and despatched.

She cannot see it, no, she can’t
and yet it’s real and tangible
deep in her heart that’s been dismayed
and sunken in despair.

For everything there is a time
and this her time to receive
and she will breathe the fresh clean air
in gratitude and thankfulness.

And that time to lose too far away
to spoil her happiness
and she dances as all gypsies do
deep in the essence of herself.

No argument, no, not one
that she is free to be
unencumbered by the grief
and agony, heartache.

Remember, remember,
everything must pass
but always there is magic
that will make it come again.

Remember, remember,
help her to remember!

Monday, October 14, 2019

State of grace


I’ve got it today, had it yesterday,
but for tomorrow who can really know
because grace is a state that comes and goes
when humans behave in the strangest of ways.

Fortunately so it always is there
buried down deep waiting to rise
and bloom like a rose to offset the thorns
life is so keen to challenge us with.

So we rise to the challenge and not to the grace
and cut the thorns down however we can
but with never a care for those poor lowly thorns
grace will forever stay out of our reach.

But I’ve got it today and I celebrate
while keeping the faith that it never will leave
but, of course, it never can ever do that
while totally comfortable within our keep.

However, sometimes it cries day and night
for lonely it is without our company
and really how much does it cost to visit
and spend some time in a state of grace?

Saturday, September 14, 2019

Agony


Rain doesn’t wash the agony out
it simply spreads it around
and allows it to settle where ere it will
while waiting for times to change.

And change like a storm sometimes
and sometimes an unnoticed drizzle
but change a definite and certain outcome
after agony of a day, month, year.

It’s the waiting that lays one down inert
unable to rise to the new and untried
so the this or that lays claim to mind
and creates complete and utter confusion.

Now confusion like a devil incarnate
that overloads the mind, heart, soul,
to cause withdrawal from the meaningful
until, until, well, perhaps the next storm.

But in between the storms and drizzles
there is the sun and new growth
if we can but know and certainly feel
something’s growing behind the times.

Let there be peace and so it must be
to enable that “thing” to grow happily
without the distraction of agony
and the devil’s work of confusion!

Sunday, August 4, 2019

Spinning


Round and round and round
and it ain’t no mulberry bush
but rather this thing called life
that attracts the whim of circumstance
and spirals out of all control.

Caught so in its evil trap
we fight to release ourselves
and we do when the wind dies
but, lo/behold ‘tis just a spell
before that wind comes back again.

And it blows, and it blows,
day in and day out
until exhausted we collapse
into the sleep of the dead.

Sleeping so we hope to gain
the strength to carry on
spinning, spinning, spinning,
until the next release. 

And so of that spin/release
it surely is a testing ground
but I wonder when if ever
we’ll pass that damn exam.

And as we go with the flow
we can only hope and pray
for that stillness that surpasses
all out understanding.

Friday, July 12, 2019

Strife


The sun sinks slowly, slowly, down
o’er the strife of humankind
and sits there like a devil hand
to leave no escape route.

And so the strife is quite content
to way mere mortals down
and bar entry to our state of grace
that waits so patiently.

So to that state of grace I say
don’t wait for invitations
but gather strength and infiltrate
that evil barrier.

And then, and then, what happiness
will o’er take humankind
but I wonder, yes, I do,
can that ever be.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps,
but then again, perhaps not!