Poetry Blogs (2019, birth)
Ye Tale Of Brave Sir Moppalot
I wasn’t quite there yet
So this story is told second hand
Of the bravest and noblest knight
To ever gallop over this land
He was sitting quietly at home
When a neighbour just down the street
Knocked on the castle door
To advise him to get on his feet
A princess in need of his help
Had called out his name in the night
Sunday 17th May 2020 12:26 pm
Mind is freed of personality, soul is lifted out of eternity. You stumble and fall crawl into a ball the world sways and falls. A hand firm and light lifts you up and guides you through the night. As you stumble it tumbles out of you they grumble and mumble and drag you out of it.
Thursday 4th July 2019 7:35 am
These two poems I think pair up well together. The first written to celebrate the birth of our first grandchild five years ago, the second written last year after a visit and time spent with him and his two brothers.
Now welcome into this world little one.
You know no-one, nothing yet,
Yet from Him who knows all you come.
Your father, your mother als...
Friday 24th May 2019 1:53 pm
You ask if I believe in God...
How can I not?
To deny my Father
means I leave my existence
to some 30 year old predator
who impregnated a girl half his age
and left her to raise their child
in the wilderness, among wolves
that feed on loneliness and despair.
Without my Father, I would never know
that after suffering comes deliverance,
pain leads to compassion,
forgiveness breaks b...
Sunday 19th May 2019 7:16 pm
Translation of my Arabic Poem (“The Choice”)
Who, in the World, chooses his birth?
Who chooses his family and children?
Who chooses his fate and country?
Who chooses the time to go to heaven?
But it is possible to choose our day
To sincerely care about family and work
This will be the first right step to our future
To achieve our goals while we're alive
Your name and countr...
Monday 25th February 2019 8:11 pm
The day I met you
My soul awoke;
a sound of crying so joyous I could cry myself
The thought of opening my eyes
without the sound this little life I created would be just as scary as it was
when she had opened hers in the first
moments of life
She lit up my night sky
She came to me with golden hair
The color people would dye to have
For her, I'd die a million times to have also
Tuesday 11th December 2018 2:00 pm
Now there's a new C word in town
10 months in, the word CURED blasts free
In the same chair, same room by the same careful man
Where we heard that other C word everyone fears
This one is C for celebration
Not C for Christ no, can't believe it
A new day to celebrate through the onward years
A day as special as a birth
The C pebble dropped and happiness ripples spread and ...
Friday 6th October 2017 8:28 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
We enter this world on days when life is slightly kinder
Pushed by our family in our pushchair,
we are content.
As we've grown, we are given happiness as a gift
We are given happiness with gifts,
the sweetness of our mother's kiss,
the softness of a kitten
We were unaware of the concept of age
We gave love willingly,
our first kiss being messy and conf...
Sunday 23rd April 2017 5:45 pm
The babies keep coming
into the world
petals opening disgorging
Mouths to feed
They pile up
scream and kick
another matter of pride
to show off.
Tick one more box
box ticked move on
over the horizon the
petals are pulsing
The world blinks and is missed
Friday 7th August 2015 9:32 pm
I lay here cradling my mosaic heart, untwinned in your palms. My naked body and mind no longer intertwined, A fated dualistic death. I gave myself to you unwittingly, unknowingly, punishingly... Sensual, seductive emotions ravenously race through my every pore, One last butterfly kiss, wanting evermore. My heart decadently dances with perpetual palpitation...
Sunday 19th July 2015 1:09 pm
Bright blue veins stretch a map across her belly,
giving no indication what’s happening underground.
Her hand cups the full-moon, the cusp of new life;
the woman dreams as cells are dividing, beginning.
A sudden panic of white coats round a monitor,
two on the phone, the others inflated with facts.
The woman no longer exists, she’s just a vessel grown in size
Wednesday 30th January 2013 5:12 pm