Poetry Blogs (2017, Peace)
As Trump prototype walls are assessed and my back garden wall remains work in progress, penned this little poem....
Brick by Brick
I got some bricks, cement and sand
With water, trowel, a plotting line.
Thought of how to turn my hand
To leave a symbol of something fine.
I had my patch, could build so tall,
Keep to myself my piece of space.
I could build a monstrous wa...
Thursday 28th December 2017 7:12 pm
As the year moves ever closer to it’s end,
I wish to call out to each and every friend,
to say I wish them all peace and goodwill,
with plenty to eat & even some wine to spill.
The greatest gift I could wish to see for us all,
would be peace and love forever, so that we’d recall,
it started one Christmas and was then always adored,
I believe if we share goodwill we never would be bored.
Friday 24th November 2017 3:36 pm
So I guess that they've imprisoned us into this predetermined preposition
When the truth is there so blatantly but we can't help but not to listen
Because ignorance is bliss so we'll stay blissfully unaware
As to the GMO's in all our food and the geo engineering in the air
I suppose we'll go organic and refuse the water from the tap
What about the metals likened to a subtle che...
Saturday 11th November 2017 9:35 am
beyond our close shadow of death
my poet mind
I need direction
Or some beads to tell
to take refuge from my life:
A candle flame
Only the candle
A journey into quietude
Friday 3rd November 2017 4:36 pm
What is that glint
as the sod breaks and crumbles:
a sparkling hint
as I dig the dusty summer soil?
This old garden has gained lost treasures
of man, woman and child for centuries -
What lies uncovered?
Teased from the clod
I find a tiny glass heart and this ...
Sunday 15th October 2017 10:26 am
Winter has come, the day is cold.
The ‘day’; now only night and depression come in for a close.
He sits these 81 and alone.
“When will the sun return?” he says as he loathes.
“Why must the sun not here for me?” weekend by old withered bones.
Battered and broken, he fears what’s to come.
The shutters bang in the wind, he fears no more.
Filled with sombe...
Tuesday 3rd October 2017 6:24 pm
From the land of the wall wishing brave,
where braves are no longer welcome,
or this, our island of explorers
who now wish these sea shores were
fringed with endless rows of closed doors,
have migrated many mantras of woe
fired forth from the business of diplomatic show.
And so, below the same stars
beneath which some mothers starve
- but not ours -
Friday 22nd September 2017 9:34 pm
Snowflakes fall on sea
a fragile love enveloped me
Embers glow fiery in the black
the flame now gone cannot come back
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 9:36 pm
Much more than half my life ago
Some chance led us to this place;
Now, my heart is caught and held
By the peace of its earth and space.
Some while past, when first she left me
I could not make my soul adjust
But cached it safe within the plot
Beside her memory and her mortal dust.
And as the family aged and spread
My lonely tenancy grew content
Wednesday 23rd August 2017 10:14 am
I want my little girl back
Back from the woes and worries she holds
Back to the days of freedom and fun
When we could wake carefree and calm and cuddling
Time will get us there, but it will take time
But time we have and time we've had
Deep memories of times to cherish and nourish
Forward looking of times to come
When our lives will have peace and the world can stop churnin...
Tuesday 9th May 2017 6:35 pm
They say 5 a day and a number of vaccines are what you need to be healthy
They say that cancer can't be cured and that a plant should be outlawed, but what's the reality
They say we need to go to war but we've heard it all before, and it's not how it should be
They say we need to vote so get in line, as if we have a choice this time, they act like we'...
Thursday 4th May 2017 1:20 am
Walking, I discover
Hills I never knew in thirty years of passing;
Valleys, deserted, hidden in folds and time:
Mair says once there was a community here
Self contained, sufficient unto itself
Walking, I find
Landscapes we could have seen before, perhaps shared
Their riches, dreamed their past, known their present:
I'm told these Druid hills sing history itself
Wednesday 12th April 2017 2:00 pm
By Alem Hailu
The poem below decrying war was written by Lithuanian poet Salomeja Neris when her country was invaded by Nazi Germany. By way of showing how it is possible to explicate a narrative poem and invite readers reread the poem and grasp the meaning I will explicate her poem Spring as follows.
Once again will lilac sing,
And brooks will babble, brooks, w...
Saturday 18th March 2017 7:14 am
It is a rose in front of God,
freewill exercised with consideration,
the voice of serenity,
hope invoked by the flawless faith that loves gives us
The serene vision of a brotherhood that has no color,
language, borderline, age, nationality or creed
The unexpected voice of life that understands the sharp cry where sorrow sleeps;
the coffin nails, the falsehood,
Tuesday 7th March 2017 6:56 pm
I laid my head on your reassurance.
I crawled into your lap.
Prayed for all the world.
Felt you succour-warm my life-ache.
I trusted you. You rewarded me.
I miss you.
I can no longer lodge my trust.
I have nowhere to lay my head.
I hurt in small hours. Alert for nothing.
I ache loneliness when I am tested.
I haven't you by my side.
Faith - I long for you....
Wednesday 8th February 2017 8:07 pm
The ridge-line broke its verdant back
casting stone on jagged shoulders,
here, millennial eruptions
hurled dantean hell-like boulders.
that night of flared intrusion,
delivered through embattled dreams,
adrenalin fueled confusion.
He’d climbed this bloody path before
like the stations of the cross,
and though through trials he won...
Monday 30th January 2017 7:46 am
Love, friendship, understanding.
It's time to put you back in the cupboard
With the rest of the decorations.
Farewell international peace
We'll get you out again in time for next twenty fourth
So we can play at Christianity for twelve days
Why can't we practise Christmas
Goodwill all year, 1 wonder?
Oh well, goodbye.
Hello hate, war...
Thursday 5th January 2017 10:03 pm