Poetry Blogs (sacrifice)
The power to live in the likeness of jesus christ
To show empathy kindness forgiveness love and support
To teach of his suffering and lessons he taught
To walk in the light and all that do follow
Will not be immune to heartache or sorrow
Will not be loved more than their sisters an brothers
Will not avoid suffering or be more blessed than others
We suffer like he did
and no sympathy neede...
Saturday 7th November 2020 1:05 pm
From birth to 53
I was told work set you free
To earn those choices
A house and a car
The girl of my dreams
A pension to stretch far
Work hard for the man
Don’t look for a sham
If you do you might see
Them laughing at me
The crumbs they allow
Because you disavow
Your instinct and soul
You’ve scored an own goal
To please the big boss
He doesn’t give...
Wednesday 21st October 2020 12:10 pm
Chanting prayers, dreaming of ships just beyond the horizon,
Another day, another hour, just another minute he wishes to live.
No other choice but one, no other food, no other flesh but his own.
No other way to feed his unfortunate child.
In the middle of nowhere, on this desolate rock, he cut his upper arm.
Blood, not a drop allowed to waste, meat, sickening yet juicy sweet...
Sunday 21st July 2019 6:51 am
Ernest Bevin got his pound of flesh
as I sucked on my Woodbine,
one of the ‘lucky’ ten percent
who were standing there in line
waiting to be conscripted -
but they decided to assign
me to a living hell
and send me down the mine.
So I toiled for years in darkness
and breathed in black diamond dust,
until my back was broken
along with all the t...
Sunday 16th September 2018 12:36 pm
The greedy God is a needy God
offering paradise to those
who would make a body count
in a violent misshape of fate
for needy Gods need sacrifice
to justify their cause.
What God creates he takes away
while man creates his laws.
Sunday 17th July 2016 10:19 pm
I said, my love, I’ve paid my dues,
the ferryman awaits,
though he does not wait for you.
We sat in silence as he guided his ship,
slicing through the slick ink of the Styx.
He helped me onto the dock with one
withered, sympathetic arm.
The dog and its three heads turned
to me, watching pensively.
They gave a yip; and beside the fallen tree,
a lone, bent-backed man pu...
Sunday 20th March 2016 10:25 am
Dreaming of funerals
Dreaming of death
Daydreams of theft.
Thoughts not unhappy
But hopeful and proud
Driving too slowly
Singing too loud.
Why is it sacrifice leads me to joy?
The heavy heart dragged
By the arms of a boy.
Why is it sorrow somehow leads me to laughter ?
The dreadful, dark ending
The what that comes after.
Why does the prospect of loved ones abou...
Saturday 25th July 2015 2:51 pm
Inspired by Nirvana's song 'heart-shaped box'. The line "I want to eat your cancer" was so strong and powerful, really got me thinking
I want to eat your cancer,
Sip your darkness, your evils,
Drink from your chalice of disease,
Soak up your pain, bathe in it, wash in it...
So that you are dry.
And when you are too dry;
Powdery, breaking, crumbling,
Ill offer you a dri...
Saturday 13th December 2014 5:15 pm
I know myself hanging there,
on that windy tree,
whose roots are unknown,
a sacrifice of myself to myself,
Wounded by my spear Gungnir,
for nine long nights and days I hung,
No food nor drink was brought to me,
Sinking into death they appeared,
Reaching out with a scream,
I grasped the runes,
and sunk from the tree,
with a sigh.
Thursday 16th October 2014 9:04 am
People die for what they say - a sacrifice
I would say.
Promises unfulfilled in darkrooms
my pen massages,
carefully and lovingly
the waiting page.
She is everywoman: sacrifice, laughter, death.
U kip I kip we all kip
running saved her life
she is all giving
the painting of the dog, howling
she is all-giving, all-taking, all-lov...
Monday 13th October 2014 11:11 pm
The hand reached into the pocket and pulled out lint. Expecting the worst, the lint was a better gift than anticipated. A cop asked me if there are any sharp objects she should know about, I say, "no", knowing that I have dirty tricks up my sleeve. I am arrested. It could always have been worse. So could I. But here I am. Jail Cell. Alone. No friends close. No bail. Alone. Surrounded by humans ...
Monday 3rd September 2012 7:29 pm
In memory of Private Jeff Doherty of Airborne Parachute Reg.
Monday 8th February 2010 11:14 am