If I am right to write
Of things I know
And shine a light
On what I show
Who will then find
These things not wrong
But judge them kind
For my swan song
Category Archives: Moods
For Mother’s Day
What price would you put on a mother’s care?
For without your Mum, you wouldn’t be here
All helpless at birth, you arrived on this earth
Drawing your first breath of air
More work began then, for your dear Ma
If she was lucky, she was helped by Pa
Mum cleaned and fed, she made your bed
Loving you just as you are
Safe in her arms, the world held at bay
Teaching and nurturing you every day
You’d struggle to thrive, or even survive
Without her to show you the way
Think now how it was for her in that past
Back in a time that could not last
Mum did her best, she passed every test
As she watched you grow up, just too fast
Being Meek
via When we see some drunken lout
Causing havoc to those about
What holds us back from a reprimanding shout?
Is it fear, or just self-doubt?
Never
A land of ageless boys, pirates and fairies
A vow between husband and wife
A resolution for the brand-new year
The chance to re-do this life
Two Too Many
Alone, I marshal my thoughts, without hindrance or distraction
Singly, I right the world’s wrongs, bringing order to chaos
Selfishly, I revel in the lack of contradiction
Separately, I pine for company
Together, I need to fit in.
The Cusp
That single point in time
Remember?
The one that defined us
Setting the course of our futures
If you could
Would you change it?
Might things have been better?
Or Just different?
If that particular sleeping dog
Was wakened
Skin Deep
When you look at me
There’s so much you can’t see
Like the roots of a tree
Or an iceberg at sea
Don’t take by mistake
The ripples on a lake
For a passing boat’s wake
But the coming earthquake
For all that I am
Much more than this sham
Now quiet as a lamb
Could burst like a dam.
Giving
As steam from a kettle
And smoke from a pyre
Like a soldier in battle
Or a voice in a choir
A raindrop that falls
In an ocean so vast
Gives itself to the whole
Forgetting its past
Balance
Does heartache rot the soul
As it turns emotions raw
Can laughter make you whole
Helping spirits soar
If balance can be found
Both sadness and some joy
Your world will still go round
As part of the hoi polloi
Feedback
via Is anyone out there, don’t be so shy
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