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(Apologies to Rudyard Kipling)
If you can cope with no view of the trees but only sky
if you can navigate some toenail clippings floating by
if you can use duct tape to stop a wound from bleeding faster
because you're 90 million miles from the chemist for some plasters
if a flatulant spaceman's gasses reach your lungs and start to fill you
and you can't open a window for that very act would kill you
if you like the taste of potato processed like papier mache
and don't mind drinking real ale with a straw from out a sachet
if you know that the Rams are playing Man United with a full gate
but can't get the result for thirteen hours to celebrate
if when systems start to fail and all hope is gone
and you should have stayed inside the bar of the White Swan
if boldly going somewhere is your real idea of fun
then you deserve all credit, and you'll be a man, my son.
LLAP
I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to
How did this happen,
amidst words, phrases,
stones skipped on poetic ponds
Not looking for or expecting
a touch to the heart, a caress,
yet it came
I fell, head first into a joy,
a blissful feeling
I had not felt before
You said the same,
wishes made on coins tossed
had finally come true
Holding hands without touching,
kissing over counted miles
and borderlines of snow
We sang together, harmonies,
lyrics of love from our hearts,
melodic compositions formed of dreams
Picked flowers, daisies, tulips
from the gardens of pure affection
blooming all around us
It seemed no walls,
barriers could hold us back
as we ran towards each other
Then appeared a river, wide, raging
A chasm of worry and fear
was flowing across our paths
Now a deluge of falling tears
filling, overflowing it banks
making footing uneasy, difficult
And we sit on opposite sides
staring at each other, reaching
for something that seems so far out of reach
Dark clouds roll in, threatening
but we stay, standing on the muddy shores
wondering what will become of us in this flooding
“I can’t” you weep facing
deep obstacles, a current too strong,
pulling you in different directions
A drenching downpour of emotions
saturating your decisions with doubt
as you wave goodbye
“Wait” I shout, “I will swim to you!”
But your eyes are too wet
and your heart is a breaking levee
Diving in anyway I am swept away,
pulled under, unable to breathe, choking
watching you fade as you turn away
Hope is gone, fears have overshadowed desires
drowning in what is lost,
trapped in the rapids of disappointment
When a hand grabs me, lifts me, saves me…
I open my eyes on the other side to see,
it is yours
You cradle me in your arms
and I breathe, the most wondrous breath
When suddenly clouds part and the sun
illumines your face as you whisper,
“You truly do love me, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to…you knew
Welcome to Far Town
On what forsaken endless shore,
Is grief a friend where Devil’s crawl?
Does all we have seen have no worth at all?
What end of time disaster is fate asking for?
Did you not know the signs all align
And all is lost to banshee’s cries?
When all hope is gone, you hold tight the cross,
You wore around your neck, which now you hold aloft.
Trying to ward off any evil spirits.
Do you think Jesus would really want to see it?
All your enchantments are meaningless.
Your self-defence lacks being blessed.
A whispered prayer, no faithful dead.
When Death approaches you begin the test.
The end is here, there is no sanctuary.
Deeds written on parchment, treated as sanctity.
Agony shall surely rip a mind apart.
No safe-way found in a billion stars.
No guiding light coming from near or far,
Can save a soul so below par.
Your purity was bargained for;
Tempted away in days of being poor.
Faithless messages lost to your,
Choices made in days of yore.
When all was taken and ambition was gone,
You signed your name, your kingdom come.
Your kingdom gone, life ebbs and flows.
Did you choose to stay the course, or did you take the gold?
Take a hold of your consequences.
Life is not about happy endings.
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
Terrified innocents, departing indigenous lands
afraid to end with a sad ullagone…
merchandised as cargo.
Once money changes hands…all hope is gone.
They are herded into dinghies on an empty shore
united through a desire, a longing,
dreaming of peace, education and love.
On board each one clings anxiously to ice cold hands
elderly faces stare blankly. Children ululate
Silently one by one they fall overboard
bodies thrash as the cold invades their bones
until silence is the only sound in darkness
Once proud inhabitants, bound in dreams of
a better life away from impoverishment
To end life as ghostly apparitions…
I know how lost and lonely
Your world was for a while
Your eyes so sad and empty
Your face without a smile
Your world so out of focus
Set you walking the wrong street
And always I’d be there
To wipe the tears of each defeat
But never did I give up hope
I always prayed we’d win
I prayed with me beside you
Once again your soul would sing
For you were still the son I loved
Who’d brought me so much joy
You were still a part of me
You were still my boy
You found the strength so many times
To wash away the pain
Rebuilding all your hopes and dreams
You’d learn to smile again
But in my heart I always knew
Your search for peace of mind
Would only ever find you
When you left this world behind
I feel an endless ache inside
I feel so incomplete
For losing you it means
I've lost the biggest part of me
Forever I will miss the laughs
Our talks, your smiling face
Forever I will miss the son
I never can replace
It’s hard to let you go
Because we never said goodbye
Now you’re an Angel in God’s Heaven
High above the sky
So, fly away into the light
Your heavy burdens gone
You finally found your peace of mind
Beneath a brighter dawn
And though my arms are empty now
Until my days are through
I’ll hold onto the love we shared
And live my life for you
But sometimes when I'm all alone
And feel all hope is gone
I seem to hear you whisper
"Mum, just smile, and carry on"
By Raina Hutchins
These Arms
Two arms outstretched to hold you close, empty of substance but full of a love freely given. Capable to help you through the windy streets of life, hold the umbrella of compassion when the hurt of day brings you down.
Fingers opened wide to entwine yours when you falter, lift you up and wipe the tears when others tear you down, to dab gentle lips that quiver when you feel all hope is gone, these arms are yours when all you need is just one embrace.
The light you brought to a tunnel full of darkness, a guide to a love missing for so long that life was a journey full of quiet despair. Riches unseen you bring to eyes now open and arms to fill.
First thing in the morn and last at night when the moon is high above the horizon, to reach out and feel me near all fear cast aside, cradled in these arms not just for one but each and every day we share. Promises made never broken, mistakes I’ll make but will be there to make amends with these my arms wide open for you my dear.
By
Patrick D
When you lose money, don't despair.
Maybe you lost it, and it was fair.
Who knows it could have been a lot of trouble;
It could have made the price even double?
When a friend betrays you, don't despair.
Maybe you lost them for some who care!
Who knows it could have been a lot of pain;
They could have rendered you even insane?
When love walks away, don't despair.
Maybe it wasn't true or sincere.
Who knows it could have been worse;
And that seeming love was just a curse?
When hope is gone, don't despair.
You still can find it somewhere.
So long as you breathe, why despair?
Life is beautiful and God is FAIR!
22/1/2016
Updated lyrics May 19,2020 to flow better.
THAT’S WHEN I FALL DOWN UPON MY KNEES
There’s no way-
I’ll see another sunrise
My hope is gone-
as I'm contemplating my life
Prospects are bleak-
that’s just the way I’m feeling
My strength is gone-
and my will to live is fading
Here in the dark-
Even my shadow has left me
I spiral down-
into a pit of misery
That’s when I-
remember that you still love me
I kneel to pray-
and throw all my cares upon you
Chorus
That’s when I fall down upon my knees
And then I beg you Lord...
Don’t turn your face away from me
I know I’ve made a mess out of my life
Could you help me please?
When I feel like it’s the end
That’s when I fall down upon my knees
I cannot lie-
I know I’m running out of time
And I know-
that your patience is wearing thin
I must change-
if I’m ever going to save my life
Oh please dear Lord-
help me fight all my sins and win!
Chorus
That’s when I fall down upon my knees
And then I beg you Lord...
Don’t turn your face away from me
I know I’ve made a mess out of my life
Could you help me please?
When I feel like it’s the end
That’s when I fall down upon my knees
Chorus repeat
Finale
That’s when I fall down upon my knees
That’s when I fall down upon my knees
repeat and fade
Re-posted with music and vocals July02,2020
John Derek Hamilton June 14,2018
Copyright © John Hamilton | Year Posted 2018
I heard echoes of scurrilous snarls,
from my conscience as it spoke
contemptible remarks aimed at me.
What shame those words delivered.
"Fatuous one, why does your hand quiver,
mimicking the trembling lips of a child in fear?
You dare call yourself a poet,
but you're nothing more than a joke."
Guilt is the culprit that tunnels my mind
as my passion for poetry shrivels on its vine.
Withering like a flower, my empty heart
has stripped my soul of its craving to write.
It's my own foolish notion
that causes me to shiver.
I weep over my planted seedlings.
They thirst, and their mournful cries I hear.
Abandoned by their mother who begot them,
and for this I'm filled with remorse and regret.
That mocking voice invaded my aching breast,
when again, it ridiculed me as a fool...
"A self-proclaimed bard who gives up the task.
You should put down the quill and live in disgrace."
There is no saving grace for me.
No nourishment for my verses to thrive.
My heart is broken, drowning in memories.
Without the will to live, how will it survive?
It only drums in rhythm to keep me alive.
Rows of sprouted thoughts have withered.
Parched and dying, drying up in a field of grief.
While I, their neglectful sower, helplessly sit
as time elapses and I watch them expire.
I’ve fallen between the gaps of missing lines
into an abyss, my fingers charred in a fire.
I can only water the seeds of self doubt
with salty sweat from my furrowed brow
and over fertilize them with tears of frustration.
I do not seek salvation or redemption.
Damnation will out.
My ink well of impetus has sprung a leak
or maybe it's a new watering hole I seek.
I have not a drop to quench their thirst
no morning dew, nor afternoon shower
to give my wilting buds reprieve, a relief.
I've tried to save them all, or was it just
a half-hearted attempt made in vain?
Not one more rhyme can I rescue from pain.
I'm suffering from loss. All hope is gone.
My fear is that I cannot express myself
in what was once an emotional voice.
No wonder my pages remain barren and blank,
except for the blotches of spilled ink.
My parchment lies in a state of immortal decay.
I relinquish my quill to a better hand than mine,
setting it free and praying that I be forgiven.
For the folly, I've only myself to blame,
this pillaged poet.
To the Manor Born
Silver Spoon in mouth
Majestic is not Majesty
Royal courses
Are not Princess horse drawn carridge
With flowing white wedding train's
They are what remain
For the working class
To fawn upon
When all hope is gone
Of Cinderella at the witching hour
With pumpkin running shoes
Covered in rag's for dressing
Reality is depressing
And keeps children guessing
If bed time stories
Parents read
Are to be believed
Or if being deceived
We dare to dream
Of what can happen
When we fall asleep
So so very deep
Fairy Godmothers creep
Underneath our bed sheet's
Tickling our feet
And blowing warm wishes
In fit's we giggle with smile's across face's
Mummy and Daddy sneak into room's in the dark of night
To kiss goodnight
Royal
Majestic
Silver
All kinds of Manor born
In human baby form
Horse drawn
You have been loved
Good night god bless
Sweet dreams
Daddy's Princess
Come Queen