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

A Brief History Of War

Some will recount from times before

That any countries wanting war

Sent soldiers to some other place

Engaging armies, face to face

 

Soon warships harried other fleets

And blasted forts on far flung seas

Then planes dealt death from out the blue

To faceless foes; and innocents too

 

Now leaders posture with sabres rattling

Distant missiles to do their battling

Madness called war; a button-press away

If inflated egos hold their sway

Ambition

Run with the fastest and show them your heels

Or drive like the wind on your own set of wheels

Become champion at sport,with practised flair

Dress to the nines,  so debonair

 

Invent a panacea and give it for free

Create new concord amongst all that you see

Live a life without blame, preserving this earth

Be happy and loving and know your own worth

Rav(ages) of Time

Body; once lithe, now weary and weakening

Memories; once clear, now fossilised and fading

Faculties; once keen, now base and blunt

Senses; once sharp, now unreliable and uncertain

Voice; once resounding, now timorous and trembling

Gait; once certain, now wavering and wobbly

Hands; once steady, now capricious and clumsy

Friends; once constant, now flagging and fickle

House; once pristine, now dusty and damp

Garden; once welcoming, now disregarded and decayed

Future; once limitless, now finite and fixed

Yesterday

Hold back for now this fresh dawn

Don’t begin the day so soon

There’s unfinished business from the one just gone

In my mind remains yesterday’s tune

 

Empty the dregs of earlier thoughts

Settle the still stirring dust

Silence the echoes of feelings now past

Before facing the day, as I must

Time to Watch A Rock Grow

Dashing, chasing, rushing about

Mental gymnastics, crushing doubt

Grabbing a bite, snatching some zzzs

Too much to do to be at ease

 

Never noticing colourful flowers

Or the passing of daylight hours

Missing the trill of a single song-bird

Passing scenes with beauty blurred

 

There has to be another way

Finding some pleasure in each day

By taking time, beginning to slow

Patiently watching a small rock grow