December 19, 2013

 

 

A light, though dim and undefined,

yet still, through dark, it’s way inclined.

From the flicker of a fading star,

a path of hope shines from afar.

 

When all seemed lost, and bridges burned,

now penance paid, new chances earned.

A trace, a glimmer that moonlight brings,

and joy to the soul, when angels sing.

 

 

 

 

It is OK to take the brake off,

as sometimes burdens can weigh a ton.

But save a little of today for tomorrow.

Keep in reserve, the strength to go on.

 

 

December 18, 2013

 

 

Oh God, what devastation there!

Where once was life, now just despair.

A world within a world all gone,

as sorry eyes in horror look on.

 

No time for grieving, pain so acute,

starving survivors, no choice, but to loot.

Only the world at large, them, now can save,

and limit their heartache, and an early grave.

 

 

 

November 8, 2013

 

 

It’s what I do.

It’s who I am.

It’s how I get

my bread and jam.

 

It’s how I exist.

It makes me tick.

It helps to make

my wallet thick.

 

It’s not the ‘norm’-

It’s anything but!

Some would say,

I’m in a rut.

 

It can be a pain.

It gets mundane.

But gives me shelter

from the rain.

 

It passes time.

It fills the day,

and keeps me sane,

since he went away.

 

It’s not forever,

but anyhow,

it keeps me employed

and will do for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The come-back kid

is riding high,

with arms outstretched

he’ll reach the sky.

 

Defeats behind him and

hard lessons learned,

around the corner

he has turned.

 

The come-back kid

is on his way.

He’s such a different

man today.

 

All pot holes plugged,

on the uneven street.

Success is his,

now he’s found his feet.

 

 

 

October 27, 2013

 

 

Behind enthusiasm

sits practicality,

and the realisation the job

cannot be done alone.

 

Alongside endeavour

sits satisfaction,

when out of nothing,

something has grown.

 

 

 

 

 

She ached for her when she was one,

and from her side, by then, had gone.

 

She bled for her when she was two,

and prayed that she had made it through.

 

She longed for her when she was three,

and didn’t have her by her knee.

 

She thought of her when she was four,

like every year that had gone before.

 

All she could do by the time she was five,

was hope that God had kept her alive.

 

She knew that by her age of six,

no long term heartache could she fix.

 

When she was seven, she thought of her-

another year without her there.

 

And when, next summer, she was eight,

her heart with love, still carried weight.

 

She wondered then, when she was nine,

if she was happy and doing fine.

 

When she was ten, she was at a loss all day-

A decade since she went away.

 

The pattern, the same, with lamented pain,

as each year came around again.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

October 15, 2013

 

 

The promise of a

new tomorrow,

without foundation,

will bring sorrow.

 

A good day will not

come about

with much success,

where there is doubt.

 

A seed that’s sown,

will never flourish,

without food 

on which to nourish.

 

 

September 21, 2013

 

 

Travel back in time

to ‘Flashback’ land,

where a kaleidoscope

is at our command.

 

How rich the store

of memories there,

with well stocked

shelves of loving care.

 

In ‘Flashback’ land

there’s hall after hall,

of indexed information

at a moments recall.

 

How satisfying

to find solace there,

and of life, long forgotten,

to be made aware.

 

In ‘Flashback’ land

there’s a school of thought,

and a chance to correct

bad habits that were taught.

 

How valuable

just to sit and reflect,

on past misdemeanours

that only time can detect.

 

In ‘flashback’ land

there’s a floor of future dreams,

and a penthouse of hindsight

to now explore new schemes.

 

How fortunate to be blessed

with such a place,

though, sadly, new tomorrows

can never, the past replace.

 

 

 

 

 

September 16, 2013

 

 

Who bought what

from whom and when

will they next buy it

back again?

 

Who sold what

to whom and why

was there never,

a hue and cry?

 

Who gave what

to the world at large,

without expecting

a shoulder charge?

 

Who lost it all,

who saw no sense,

but now has freedom

as recompense?

 

 

 

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