Of Gods And Us

I can will a stone to move;

A blade of grass to dance

Without a wind behind my back

Or elementary chance

 

The clouds will part at my command

Or lightning strike the ground

All this and more with divine ease

And ne’er a mortal sound

 

I laugh as eons fly in a blink

And mountains crumble fast

But sure as stars blink out in turn

My joy can never last

 

For happier is the one who can

Gainsay a soul’s desire

Or better, fleeting spirits lift;

And set a heart on fire

 

Together

Two opt to share a common route

Along a path in time

What’s been has gone, but what’s to be

They’ll both face on that line.

 

Ups and downs, smiles and frowns

Challenges along the way

Whatever lies  around the bend

Combined, they’ll seize the day.

 

 

 

 

 

Considering Cruising

To pass some time upon the boat
Observe your fellows whilst afloat
It’s human nature; you’ll soon note
Most are friendly; some more remote

In conversation, there are those
Who heedlessly tread on others’ toes
Forthright opinions they’ll impose
Deep-rooted bigotry to expose

Sunbeds on deck are a common source
Of tensions, as you wend your course
Early risers show little remorse
Placing towels before breakfast; their claim to enforce

Seasoned cruisers will often enquire
Whilst subtly inspecting your evening attire
The pecking order is their only desire
They’ve sailed more often, it will transpire

But don’t despair of having fun
It’s a perfect way to get some sun
Each day a new port to hit and run
Ticking off destinations, one by one

And FOOD!, such food, you can’t resist
Meals can become why you exist
So exercise regularly; in this persist
Or remove that cruise from your bucket list

An Encounter

I thought I saw something ahead
A shaft through murky skies
As opaque curtains moved apart
To show once hidden lies

I do not know if it was real
Or mirage-like in the eye
Yet it struck a part of me
That much I can’t deny

Some talk of visions sent by God
I do not speak of these
Nor yet some natural, lovely sight
Like leaves flickering on the trees

I wish it needn’t be the case
Just then to be all alone
And see that truth which, truthfully
Would turn my soul to stone

The Bell at the End of the World

Once more the cracked bell knolled
Beware this fate it told
No destiny sure as yours
Kept to your present course

It made its plaintive sound
To turn his path around
For most its call boomed clear
Use dialogue, not fear

Odd, though, to offer choice
In cold forged metal voice
When none was to be made
His path would not be swayed

His chosen mind-set steady
With finger poised and ready
Just one thing left to do
All sage advice eschew