January 2018 – Poetry Blog

Free space, a safe place

Free space,
a safe place,
no decision made in haste,
built to last,
lessons from the past,
politely answered when asked,
honesty without regret,
a place to never forget,
tranquil breezes,
no diseases,
blessed with devotion,
rocking gently like a boat,
afloat at the mercy of the ocean,
tell me who drank this magic potion,
that spoke through confusion and commotion,
free space,
a safe place,
water of life,
rivers of blood,
perhaps a little more understood,
a seed persisting through the mud,
they bound their heavy hearts with fertile minds,
forever in place,
creating an eternal expanding space,

Seasons

I talk and witter to the wind,
the Summer rain,
soaks the black earth once again,
the grass it loves to grow,
waiting its chance beneath the snow,
Autumn gives a colourful warning,
like preparations for a busy morning,
harsh, wild and bitter Winter winds,
clear the air,
leaving the trees bare,
Spring a joy, a welcome gift,
giving the living a well needed lift,

Shields

Protecting, directing,

shapes of a dancer,

words of prose,
the beat of a drum,
guitar twang,
the way she sang,

strokes of the brush,

colours and paint,

flowing from mind to hand,

times measured by grains of sand,

pleasant fresh land,

a touch of love,

rain from above,

all that you knew,

precious to you,

hounds bark,

in the empty dark,

threaten with fear,

all that is dear,

you come in peace,

but live on the deceased,

be our shields,

and wrap us in gold,

let our loving stories forever be told,

Mud and dew

In the mist,

surrounded with damp fear,

she soaks them through,

wet with mud and dew,

she can see straight through,

wicked souls and narrow minds,

with which the mist now intertwines,

each footstep a recollection,

of a self centred selection,

they each wake,

in turn,

thankful,

that it is not too late to learn,

Sincerity

Anguish and pain,
destruction and blame, 
first to lie,
fastest to die,
corruption the mistake,
a second fast or late,
you may not find treasure,
by usual measure,
tolerating this,
while pursuing that,
stop the fight,
darkness gives way to light,
it is your duty,
to find each other beauty,
imagine, invent,
may sincerity be your prosperity,

Motion

From where did they come,

where did they go,

disappearing like thawing snow,

if I could learn and never forget,

sharing through the net,

recall vividly not regrets,

but the many instances,

that shape what is in our heads,

the source of heat,

the energy as we meet,

like the early birds,

that started to jump,

the first heart that started to pump,

chemicals and motion,

looking for the source of the potion,

that gives factors,

their sense of emotion,

Diagnosis of man

After a while of bitterness felt,

he started asking how could he help,

turning his head he slowly said,

please empty me of this dread,

for all that I carry,

all that I am,

is a collection,

the diagnosis of man,

pass me your worries,

though hold on to your fears,

may they keep you safe,

from heartache and tears,

a non stop believer, a problem receiver,

a constant battle from cold to fever,

listening and learning,

pushing to keep the world turning,

his time spent helping others repent,

his fears never relent,

though through no other way,

would he see the following day,

Walk me home

Watered and fed,

with a safe and peaceful bed,

I dabbled in science,

the bedrock of your maths,

the heart of your culture,

the history of your soul,

at any stage are you in control,

your premeditation,

your overcompensation,

complexities of life,

your pain and sacrifice,

your history will remain a mystery,

washed up on the shore,

stand up and walk me home,