428 (28.08.2015)

When pleasant company's here we have no need

To scurry round in search of newer friends

When every interaction seems to feed

An ancient longing on which man depends.

Some people might not say it though they should,

There's company that's good and some that's bad

Though often it's been quite misunderstood

How someone leaving can make you feel glad.

So loneliness is not an empty cage,

Nor is it something rude and filled with test

But maybe it's a chance to turn the page

And find the company to make it best.

So each of us has webs that stick like glue.

And friends and dreams that somehow we see through.

427 (27.08.2015)

Out of the frying pan into the fire,
Milwaukee caravan in grave danger,
They all said the owner was a liar
Only because he remained a stranger.
They never met him so how would they know?
Saw it in a paper or on the news,
Or some other great American show,
Where all the speakers tell you what to choose.
So they got him and they burned him alive,
They locked the doors and set it all alight.
No one could know he'd manage to survive,
And that he'd get them one by one at night.
Got rid of all the bodies in the lake,
Then disappeared like some strange ghostly snake.

426 (26.08.2015)

This is a day to celebrate our love,
To put away all horrid earthly thought
To let ourselves float through the skies above,
To understand the lessons we've been taught.
So many lessons I have learnt from you,
To have more time for others than myself
To be decisive, honest, straight and true,
To understand that money isn't wealth.
So many lessons studied in a day,
So much the love and care you radiate
And all the bits of heaven you display
That circle round our life and make it great.
Nine years of love with you my darling wife,
My soul mate and foundation of my life.

425 (25.09.2015)

The politicians turn and meet again
They drop their guard and give a little smile,
With little empathy for other's pain
Or with a thought for those that they revile.
The populous are always merely "Them"
The peasants who have built the roads and schools,
Who thoughtlessly themselves seem to condemn
By passively obeying all the rules.
The rules the gaolers subtly keep enforced,
With all the media doing as they say
So that the system's somehow self endorsed,
And thought is kept impeccably at bay.
So many flaws in such a simple plan...
Like blatant disregard for fellow man.

424 (24.08.2015

The children's music plays while they're asleep

The rain it patters outside in the dark

The mourning mother bows her head to weep

And wanders, lonely, through the soaking park.

The memories of mothers never fade

They have to learn to live with sacred loss 

And learn to smile a little in the shade

And learn to carry the most heavy cross.

Yet though it's hard there has to be a light

A glimmer that fills up the darkest space

And fills the dreams of those who love at night

With hope that they will once more see the face

Of those that they have lost but still adore

And that they'll meet upon God's golden shore.

423 (23.08.2015)

My brain is drained of clever things today,
There's just a gap where there ought to be words
I used to think that persistence would pay,
But thoughts fly off like flocks of frightened birds.
So now I'm left alone with glowing screen
And with my mind all darkened just in case,
I cannot write a single thing I mean,
And nothing's come to take my muse's place.
But even when I'm feeling uninspired,
I'll write my lines and let my worries go
Sometimes beginning's all that is required
From simple starts the greatest things can grow.
So here are words from my dark mind unseen,
That sit for your eyes now upon this screen.

422 (22.08.2015)

Believing, sincerely, my thoughts create,
I step apart from all mankind and in
To a world through a tiny secret gate
Full knowing that I cannot fail to win.
And with the understanding that it's true,
That nothing here was never not a thought,
And if I nail my thoughts and see them through,
The things that I desire they will be brought.
So I reside beyond the hands of man,
Inside another world of perfect grace,
Knowing that, If I know I will, I can.
And everything will fall in perfect place.
So I will make my own reality,
And all the universe will bow to me

421 (21.08.2015)

So what do you think's the most likely then?
An accident upon some quiet road?
Or maybe they'll try suicide again,
Say that "...he couldn't bear his heavy load."
So many ruffled feathers will not stand,
They will not let us take all that they've got
Although he wants the best for our great land
It's more than likely that they'll have him shot...
Or maybe they'll just get him in his sleep,
And blame it on a killer from the east,
And all the media they'll pretend to weep,
Though while alive they stoned him like a beast.
An accident, a suicide or gun?
Dear Corbyn please be careful when you've won.

420 (20.08.2015)

The world is run on slowly turning wheels,
All lives revolve round circles small and tight,
And as a man grows time rounds what he feels
And our sharpness is sanded out of sight.
I used to be so sensitive and keen,
I used to have a temper like a crime,
But all that's been eroded and I've seen
My funny little quirks dissolved in time.
The things I used to be have all been changed
Though voluntarily I am polite,
Some little parts of me still seem deranged,
And bits of me still wonder in the night.
I am more smooth and rounded than before,
But hope not to become what I abhor.

419 (19.08.2015)

We all play games to pass the time away,
We sat inside the car and ate some chips,
The rain has brought a sudden end to day
I like to lick the salt from off my lips.
I tell a story about losing keys,
The children ask me if it's really true,
"It is," I say, (I always aim to please.)
"It happened once when I was twenty-two."
They cannot tell, and I love them for that,
They think I dived six hours for a key,
And then the key got swallowed by a cat,
Who ran away to Southern Italy.
I look at them and in their heads it's real,
And I remember how that used to feel.

418 (18.08.2015)

What was the last thing that you wished to do?
And did you do it, or just let it go?
So little time to make your dreams come true,
What are the debts that to yourself you owe?
Is it not these that we should pay back first,
This little body's tired of hanging round,
The soul inside is trapped and feeling cursed,
And longs to play on unfamiliar ground.
What is it that you'll wish you had achieved,
When all at once you draw your final breath?
What can you do so you don't feel aggrieved,
But ready when at last it's time for death.
Think carefully for thinking minutes run,
And speed towards the ending one by one.

417 (17.08.2015)

As slow as slow can be the winter comes
September's waiting just a while ahead
And any fool can sit and do the sums,
The height of summer's long since been and dead.
Yet still the days are perfect like today,
We swam the beach and laid inside the sea
And for a moment I thought it was May,
With all the summer stretched in front of me.
Yet evening comes a little sooner now,
And morning brings a slightly different chill,
Not cold, just yet, but there is change somehow,
Although it's August and it's summer still.
I see the subtle seasons slowly spin,
And hardly notice winter creeping in.

416 (16.08.2015)

Cruel anger leave my soul for good be gone,
Take all your incandescence from my face
And everything you've ever looked upon
Let that rage now be filled with love and grace.
I see your devastation all around,
See loved ones burdened down with mirrored hate,
The deepest wound that ever can be found,
I've placed inside those souls. Is it too late?
If love can conquer all then let's begin,
From this day forth I vow to take control,
I will no longer bow to anger's sin,
From this day forth sweet calm will be my goal.
Dear God I make this promise unto thee,
And write it here for all the world to see.

415 (15.08.2015)

There is a force that just cannot be stopped
That pushes past the sea and into trees
Something that cannot possibly be topped
And reaches us in varying degrees.
There is something that joins us all as one,
That stops the scientist dumb in his tracks
That shows that all our journeys have begun
And gives the understanding that he lacks.
There is a way for all the world to be,
A place where every part of us survives,
And where we have the patience just to see
That it's the lover who most often thrives.
But it is hard to recognise the way,
Or understand the value of a day.