Leap Of Faith

Life is ever changing, always re arranging

And into its flow we all go…

We pause in our living of taking and giving

to balance the fast with the slow

Life unfolds its story, in all of its glory

It builds word by word, line by line

Each page, every chapter, each critical factor

Is always a personal design…

Like Genesis rising, it’s not so surprising

we all need a point to begin.

Our painful arrival, and length of survival

Is part of the mix we’re all in..

Life makes all the choices, it hears not our voices

Each book is a life that’s brand new

There’s tweaking and blending, right up to the ending, 

Life does all the editing too.

Each life that it’s giving, we’re meant to be living

So live it right down to your soul

Forget backward glances, there’s no second chances

There’s only one shot at the goal…

Wake Up Call

Dark thoughts enter uninvited, 

..yawning with disdain

Nonchalantly settle in 

to gate keep once again

Once again the challenge enters, 

like it did before..

Once again I’m unprepared 

for that knock on the door

Not much one can do about it 

but look on and sigh;

Hoping that a miracle 

may drop out of the sky

No-one’s bullet proof 

no matter what the expert says

Many of us know those bullets

come in many ways..

I like to get on with life 

- not worry what might be

There is always someone else

who’s much worse off than me

Faith keeps those who keep the faith 

be focused and you'll see

Friends will help to carry you 

through great adversity

Strategy I use when 

contemplating what to do..

Not the only one but it’s

the stronger one of two..

Open up my computer

let inspiration flow

Into my world of poetry

I confidently go..

Nothing is impossible

when I am in that zone

I can see forever 

with my friends or on my own

All I need is keep the faith

inside me every day.

Faith, my friends, my poetry

help take the dark away..

Ode To Aging

 

The process of aging can be traumatic

But then again for some not so dramatic

However there are things that come with the role

Impacting in some way on body and soul

We often forget what we no longer see

Memory seems shorter than it used to be

One time it was nouveau to memorise things

and take on forever what forever brings

Clear recollections of moments in spaces

Flowed with the pleasures of people and places

When quickness of sharp minds marked sweet days of youth

Shaping experiences from life’s constant truth

But aging like seasons within their own rhyme

Change slowly, inevitably over time

On our contributions we rise or we fall

And hope it’s the good stuff that gets the recall

When I reach that great state of maturity

Well - if it’s the will of the powers that be

I hope when I look back at all I have done

It will be enough to have life say “well done!”

Waters Of The Moon

A golden summer moon hangs low and heavy in the night

Night birds show out in silhouette against her glowing light 

While warm and fragrant winds blow sweet across a quiet lagoon

The moonlight gleams, on crystal streams, from waters of the moon.

Two lovers, arms around each other, stroll beside the sea

The music of the moonlight serenades them tenderly

Knowing that the magic of the night will be gone soon

They plan their schemes, as crystal streams from waters of the moon

Together they make promises and seal each with a kiss

No matter what their future it can never better this

The music of the night plays out its universal tune

And sings of dreams, and crystal streams from waters of the moon.

A Poem A Day

Living a poem’s much more than its words.. 

More fragrant than flowers, or soaring of birds 

Extends far beyond all perception of time 

It challenges reason, it amplifies rhyme 

It pulsates across every possible zone 

With conceptions that are virtually unknown 

The romance, the passion, the sweet mystery 

Is there in the beauty of life’s poetry 

Poetic words impact on emotions deep 

Fuel imagination, makes elusive - sleep 

Poetry’s an affliction, one needs to take care 

A sweet, sweet addiction so buyer beware 

In poetry as in life there are few basic rules 

Life will suffer madly the wisdom of fools 

However, what life through a poem may say 

Try at least once living - a poem a day

Life – A PoemII

Poetry is all life and all life’s poetry. 

The living of it creates our history 

It clings to our day through the things that we do 

Pulsates through our nights in the dreams we pursue 

Poetry is right there in the things we all see 

Inspiring, transpiring, aspiring us to be 

May come complicated or in a smooth way 

In waking or sleeping, in work or at play 

In patterns and colours - in quiet, with sounds 

In everyday actions our living surrounds 

We each have our habits exclusive to us 

Performing each with or without any fuss 

Our lives are all different and always unique 

We struggle but manage our strengths with our weak 

Our lives, as we live it has structures essential, 

And each structural part has poetic potential. 

We limit ourselves, yet we are limitless 

How great is our being is anyone’s guess 

We control those things we want others to know 

And hold back on things that we don’t want to show 

Emotions are ruled by the head and the heart 

Of life’s ebbs and flows we are always a part 

Through rhyme and with reason our lives clearly show 

We move to the beat of a poetic flow

Sweet Confession

I openly confess a love that goes beyond the norm 

A passion filled devotion that would challenge any storm 

It rises of its own volition - from a power base 

Established in imagination, never face to face 

Unquestioning, strategically created by the heart 

Where logical and common sense will never play a part 

For time there is no meaning here and distance even less 

A place where light and darkness merge in shadowy caress 

This warm, hypnotic space accentuates my state of being 

Confirms the surreality that some things need no “seeing”. 

It’s said that love is timeless and my choice transcends all time 

This love born out of sweet “hello” has now been forged in rhyme