Tag Archives: Hope

Keep Running (Don’t Give Up)

24 Apr

Gone all out
demon slayer,
whole self sold;

sprinting surely,
streaming smooth –
 hell bash bam, 
 betrayed!
No siren
or notification,
to re-strike, no time   
or to withold.

On the floor,
fiend fighter,
vision skewing,
limbs spilt
 wrong.
Can’t uprise or self utter,
can’t figure what just passed

or what you should have done –
to have cursed,
or mere blamed,
to have ran
or faced, headlong?

Up jump
fiend conqueror,
  wearied, bloodied one
don’t be fooled.

Keep on your
 wily, never quitting scheme,
no mummy for the mud;

slice, brute strike forward
and lynch this disingenuous intimidation,

shifting sorrow to motivation
and shit to jewels.

Fire sword slayer

 

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In Memory of Josh

24 Apr

This beautiful poem is a guest post by my friend Dot, who has just lost her beloved – and beautiful dog, Josh:

I went to the dog’s home
to get me a pet,
when a pup with long legs
jumped in my arms
the minute we met!

Oh no, not you,
you’re not for me,
but the very next Sunday
he came home for tea.

He dug up the plants,
ate my carpet and books
and looked up at me
with his stunning good looks.

But soon he became
a gentle, faithful
and obedient boy,
knew all things were mummy’s
except for his toys.

As the years quickly rolled,
together we grew old,
our trips to seaside and his beloved park,
he was always beside me in the
light and the dark.

When I was ill or feeling down,
he always knew and offered his paw,
as if to say ‘cheer up –
I love you ma.’

It broke my heart to see you die,
we didn’t want to say goodbye,
but this I know that in the end
you shall be my
forever friend.

Best Friend Josh

Night Star

23 Mar

Whenever I look up into the sky and see your bright beauty,

I wish I could be you,

gleaming happiness in the dark, vile regions of the night.

Autumn

10 Nov

Autumn again;
sombre nights
super chill,
Dumb dense fog weaseling through mortar and wool,
Siberian sleet showers

Sadistic and cool.

Glass covered pavements;
crisp neon hillsides bristling with leaves
courageous cumulus skies,
firework patchwork
bonfire thrill
laughing leaf fest-
ival –
cut through disease, dampness and
ill,
’til the lights of glad Christmas come.

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Between Worlds

14 Apr

It’s snowing again,

And I’m trapped

Between the place I’ve left behind

And the new.

We’ve been here  five seconds;

Too many years spent in the old,

Building visions apparently unrealised.

Here is virgin,

 Unfamiliar,

Mint raw as the snow layering our back lawn,

Immaculate –

Yet to be stamped upon;

Exciting, perplexing,

We’ve not been this way before.

And the memories of our past burn glacier hot,

Stiletto sharp, trying to prise us both apart

Inevitably pointless,

Like the icicles suspended from the house next door,

Soon to thaw in the fever of long lusted after Spring rays.

Photos: Ru

This Winter’s Night

2 Feb

Last night I went walking through fields of ice and snow,

I could not see where I wandered in the darkness,

So I followed you.

And there in the distance, a sliver of silver in an indigo ice cloud sky,

Was the moon.

Ice Sky Moon

Photo/picture: JPW 2008, 2013

Birthday Star

8 Dec

Birthday Star