November 22, 2014

 

 

When shadows creep

under moonlight’s beam;

no swans apparent

on the stream.

 

The water still,

at dead of night,

as forgotten souls

exert their right,

 

and dance along

the grassy bank;

half crazed when on

some ghoulish prank.

 

Performing handstands,

and back somersaults:

Rejoicing in escape,

from ancient vaults.

 

And in wild abandon,

floating through the air;

bewitched and spooked

by starlight’s glare.

 

Until, exhausted,

they fade from sight,

as fast as they came,

back into the night.

 

For when order left

and chaos came,

one last wish granted,

and life, never the same.

 

For in death, as in life

the soul never rests;

appearing out of the blue,

like uninvited guests,

 

who will return;

they always do.

Their purpose being,

to get a glimpse of you.

 

So when shadows creep

under moonlight’s beam,

and no swans apparent

on the stream,

 

do not back off

or turn away;

see them as mortals,

who found another way.

 

Face them, head on.

Look them in the eye.

Do not cower away,

or let them think you shy.

 

Say ‘Hello my friend,

I once knew you well’.

And I promise you this:

They will run like hell,

 

when their cover blown,

and you are seeing,

one who thought them self

an invisible being!

 

For when order left

and chaos came,

one last wish granted,

but with no time frame.

 

 

 

 

November 1, 2014

 

 

They never knew

what others saw,

when he was young

and against the law,

 

and stealing with

his mucky paw,

and locked up as

the final straw.

 

They never knew

what stuff he did,

whilst charging about

with a dustbin lid.

 

They ran like hell,

I swear they did;

their marbles rolling

down the grid.

 

They never knew

what he got up to.

For whilst ‘doing time’,

those ways he outgrew.

 

He learnt his lesson,

and started life anew,

and his just reward,

was finding you.

 

They never knew,

and it’s best kept that way.

The past is dead,

and a forgotten day.

 

 

October 18, 2014

 

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

that magnifies life sevenfold,

and holds the secrets there within

away from even next of kin.

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

in times of trouble, you console,

and make us what we are today,

by keeping back reflections sway.

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

together we will forward stroll,

through truth and lies and alibis,

and sobs and tears and wasted sighs.

 

Oh mirror of the inner soul,

falsehood you never will console.

The blinkered look, the honest stare;

thank god the mirror, always there.

 

 

September 20, 2014

 

 

Oh the joy of a witness

when insanity strikes;

the convenient bystander

that no defence likes.

 

Oh the happiness felt

when support is around;

the willing comforter there,

when little sense found.

 

Oh the justice at last

when all looked but lost;

the angel in disguise

on a path indeed crossed.

 

 

 

 

 

The lows so low,

no recovery sought.

Any hope of a future

amounting to nought.

 

The nonsensical reasoning

that idle time bought,

until vision arrived

and life’s blessings taught.

 

In helping others now suffering,

and in a trap caught,

was the very best medicine,

and quick relief, brought.

 

 

 

August 18, 2014

 

 

Never known such yearning:

Never known such force:

The only chance to see you,

completely blown off course.

 

Never known such anguish:

Never known such fear:

The time was dead against us,

though we felt your presence near.

 

Never known such feeling:

Never known such power:

We did our best to reach you,

but missed you by an hour.

 

Never known such sadness:

Never known such woe:

Our paths, they failed to meet,

but still, we love you so.

 

Never known such adrenalin:

Never known such urge:

The odds were stacked against us,

but by god, we felt the surge.

 

August 5, 2014

 

 

A little nudge;

a word in the ear;

from a well meaning friend

or a concerned peer,

 

can oddly, sometimes

a button click,

when reality’s burden,

plays a blindfold trick.

 

 

July 20, 2014

 

 

In times of hardship

you were there;

a constant in my set.

Re-assuring and cajoling,

and to you I am in debt.

 

In times of heartache

you were there;

the first to hold my hand.

Re-affirming and supporting,

without question or demand.

 

 

 

 

 

To give of love

and nothing more,

is sometimes

not enough.

 

To do what one

is asked to do,

can be a

double bluff.

 

To give of time

and feel a bore,

is sometimes

really rough.

 

To do what just

comes naturally,

proves one is made

of stronger stuff!

 

 

July 1, 2014

 

 

You waved goodbye

and crossed the lane,

and waved again;

I felt your pain.

 

I found it hard

to close the door,

in case you waved

again once more.

 

And that you did;

I thought you might.

You waved at the corner,

and were gone from sight.

 

Your wave stayed with me,

for the rest of the day;

the heartache you suffered

clearly on display.

 

Oh the power of a wave,

when a wave is returned;

it brings a lump to the throat,

and leaves a tummy churned.

 

And what bond of friendship

is always there,

that starts off with a wave,

that says ‘I care’.

 

 

 

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