Who will be the first?

Lin
xx

Me!

The hands of time march quickly round the clock
And laugh at those too slow to match the pace.
Each second caught, as key turns in the lock,
Reveals the pain now etched upon sad face.

The road too long to travel all alone,
Yet there you are, abandoned in the night,
To face stark fear, to stumble over stone,
As seconds run, all sense has taken flight!

Time flies before the wind, but will not wait,
It strides across the land and over sea,
In deep shadows, a demon locks each gate,
A prison dark from which you can’t break free.

Bad dreams are spent and time will have its way,
As it ticks on, too quickly every day.

Lin
xx

M agnificent hawthorn blossom
A erobatic swifts and swallows
Y ellow buttercup spangled meadows

With deepest regards to all who battle with the enemy wherever BJS

When Will The Armistice Be Here?

I sit alone in my trench back trembles against the bench
Others here I’m sure you’ll see but at the minute it’s lonely see?
The cannons roar inside my head, will they still when I take my med?

Synapses fire and limbs crack and drag, body aching spirits flag
Flares go up light the night preparing for another fight
Outward brave and fierce I am, inwardly a frightened man

Will do my best stand up straight, because I will fight for you
For me? I have no other choice you see.
Our troops the bravest folk you’ll meet, although sometimes we get beat
For we are outgunned and under fire and so we lie in the mire

We eat mud of desolate plains our spirits aching wracked with pain and self doubt
Others pious pity makes you rage and burn with boiling blood, anger stoked it feeds the war
That is what the pities for! All the warmongers shout see them off cause a rout!
That’s very brave thats what they'll be! they stand behind the lines you see
Never entering the war ‘ not their place’ not their war!

Those poor souls who really care on the sidelines sit and stare waiting to hear the shout
Another body being pulled out, So the battle rages on where have all the hero’s gone
They never left they are still near they the ones who fight ‘with’ fear.

Waiting for the whistles shrill, go over the top attack at will
But who’s will and what are we fighting for?
Not always sure I know anymore.

To lie quite still at peace once more now there’s a cause worth fighting for!
Will I live to know or tell or will I live my life in hell
Diving back behind the lines smiling wave all is well, standing straight as rod!
Secretly hoping someone playing god, will have me fixed in his sight pull, the trigger
Bless the night.

BJS

With deepest regards to all who battle with the enemy wherever BJS

When Will The Armistice Be Here?

I sit alone in my trench back trembles against the bench
Others here I’m sure you’ll see but at the minute it’s lonely see?
The cannons roar inside my head, will they still when I take my med?

Synapses fire and limbs crack and drag, body aching spirits flag
Flares go up light the night preparing for another fight
Outward brave and fierce I am, inwardly a frightened man

Will do my best stand up straight, because I will fight for you
For me? I have no other choice you see.
Our troops the bravest folk you’ll meet, although sometimes we get beat
For we are outgunned and under fire and so we lie in the mire

We eat mud of desolate plains our spirits aching wracked with pain and self doubt
Others pious pity makes you rage and burn with boiling blood, anger stoked it feeds the war
That is what the pities for! All the warmongers shout see them off cause a rout!
That’s very brave thats what they'll be! they stand behind the lines you see
Never entering the war ‘ not their place’ not their war!

Those poor souls who really care on the sidelines sit and stare waiting to hear the shout
Another body being pulled out, So the battle rages on where have all the hero’s gone
They never left they are still near they the ones who fight ‘with’ fear.

Waiting for the whistles shrill, go over the top attack at will
But who’s will and what are we fighting for?
Not always sure I know anymore.

To lie quite still at peace once more now there’s a cause worth fighting for!
Will I live to know or tell or will I live my life in hell
Diving back behind the lines smiling wave all is well, standing straight as rod!
Secretly hoping someone playing god, will have me fixed in his sight pull, the trigger
Bless the night.

BJS

Half asleep free association.

It is 2 am and I wander outside
The sky had been crying and so had I
There is no yellow moon just engine sounds
And the ripple of drains going underground
Here is all concrete where once it was grand
Thrown together boxes, a concrete Legoland
I need once again to go back home.
To get back to me I need to do it alone
But this is my home, you chose it for me
In this place with no view and without any trees
I will not, I can not, I refuse to despair
Get up and walk tall, get out of that chair
Go seek the fair land, over the sea
Drink some black stuff, have herrings for tea
Sit in on a session, read aloud poetry,
Smile at the people I think I once knew
They don’t know who I am but I know they’ll smile too
Take me out on Clew Bay, throw my ashes in
I won’t get to heaven, leave me there for my sins.

The vision disappears and I’m back here once more
Land locked in Windsor, far away from my shores
Left with only longings and half remembered songs
I grieve for your going, wait a while and I’ll be along.



Written during the early morning after Ernie’s funeral.

This one goes straight in the book! Did you receive the 'Ernie' poem I wrote and messaged to you?

Lin
x

Old TROUT FISHERMAN

Arched in the morning sun,

The mechanical hat wearing metronome,

Whose walking stick lies abandoned,

In favour of his beloved split cane rod,

And whom,despite weary eyes and bones,

Retains meticulous skill and grace,

As he casts a silken web onto a glimmering pond,

Tempting the sleek missiles that glide hidden beneath,

To sample the delights of his delightfully coloured lure,

Which ,like some unseen puppeteer,

He dances and skips like a psychotic punk ballerina,

Waiting for the over zealous suitor to rise up from the murky depths below,

And, falling for her garrish charm,

Take a bite!

This idea was sparked by a friends comment on a recent poem.


Childs Prayer

A small swimming thing wins the race and with an egg in it’s embrace
Meld together burgeoning life, not aware of love or strife
Cells divide and multiply deciding whether girl or boy
Embryo takes it’s time to grow, 9 months pass by so slow,

Now the life becomes aware, stroking movements show you care
Floating in tranquillity is there, room in your life, for me?
Will you love me now and evermore?
Not treat me like a running sore!
Protect me from life’s dangers
From those close by and from strangers.

Born into a world of much sadness
Will my life be filled with gladness?
Or a life of fragility, in which no-one has a care for me,
Cherish me, do not neglect, from you at least I need respect
When those appear who would predate
Defend me till their attacks abate.

Develop my talents watch me grow
Love me always let me know!
Don’t berate or knock me down
Destroy my soul or make me frown.

A good parent loves without heed
Puts the child before their need
Build’s them up and gives them pride
Help them know themselves inside.

When complete can you tell
If you ended your task well?
The test is clear for you to see,
Do I love you? Do you love me?

This then will be my plea
Be the light and help me see!

BJS

The Dealer

Fate deals another hand the cards are real
The player sits, contemplates the deal
The hand he has is ok, will he keep it? well he may
He could bluff and chance his arm.

The stakes in this game cause alarm
Not playing for chips or wealth
The stakes are high his life his health

For death it is that wields the shoe
Deals the cards of life to you
You put together a flush and you may
Be able to keep the dealer at bay
Concentration on your plan
To cheat death and beat the man

Your face impassive no emotion
Inside turmoil and commotion
This game exciting as it been
Will come to the end foreseen
The dealer always wins his hand
Game is rigged it was all planned.

The only thing that we can say
Enjoy the thrills along the way
The dealer waits for his pay.

BJS