Poetry

Saturday, 28 March 2020

Like snow on cherry blossom

Like snow on cherry blossom
That is my heart
So cold in the morning
Before the day's start

All day wind knocks its branches
But the petals will not fall
Like snow on cherry blossom
That is love's all

Come see the rose with twisted stem
climb up the briar to the light
Come see the fire's licking tongues
Reach up into the starry night

Like snow on cherry blossom
This is our world
Turning in a darkness of space
Where its hurled

Wednesday, 25 March 2020

My Family

Together in our hearts even though we be apart
That is where family is
Though the distances be long
Though time and life wear on
There are more foot steps to be trod
More roads to be rove
More loves to be knowed
Along the road
Together in our hearts
Forever no one departs
This circle is tighter than heaven's bonds
Always in our hearts

Sunday, 22 March 2020

No man is an island

Yes all of them that made the world
Now they are dead and gone
And we can start our own dominion
In the great Babylon

Oh all the world is rotting now
There's new life in the turf
That some ploughman will dig up
The sod that lays his earth

And no man is an island
And no woman is the surf
But each breaks upon the other
Like they know what love is worth

And earthworms dig my fields
They lay foundations for skyscapers
They grew the vegetables that fed
A nation and we forget these helpers

For no man is an island
And no woman is the surf
That laps upon his shores at night
Like ship wrecks giving birth

And love is but a ghost ship
Roaming the seven seas
And the Captain is a pirate
Who takes gold from great ladies

And the cook is his grace
Who yet procures him meals
Upon the Captains table
Surrounded by the treasure he steals

And no man is and island
And no woman is the sea
And yet he is surrounded by
Love's inconstancy  

Saturday, 14 March 2020

Turn away

Well the home where I was born
It was green and it was warm
In its lush and rolling hills
I did roam

And I felt like a king
Everytime I climbed
I knelt to him
In the land of the lord
That's my home

Well turn away, turn away
From the face that knows you well
Turn away turn away from that road
Thou must journey on
Like Pilgrim father, so his son
He must seek, restless rover
A new home

Turn away, turn away
From the folk, of your yoke
Turn away like the cattle's heads
Follow another ceaseless river
From the mother, the great giver
To a land where you may start again

Turn away on this day
Turn away on this night
The spirits play, by the early daylight
And in the dawn, the coming dawn
When new life is reborn
Turn away from that home
Start into flight

Tuesday, 10 March 2020

Yes and you

Is this why, you did this to me?
Is this why uha?
Is this the thing you do to me
Pick me up
To let me down again?

Yes and you
Yes and you do that thing
You always do
You know what you always do
Draw me in only to reel me out
On a feeling as thin
As the wind

Yes and you..
Only want what you cannot have
Yes, and you think the sky's always blue
Yes and you think
The grass is greener somehow
Well move over there
Like you were a cow

Is this why, you did this to me?
You know this thing you do
Over again
Lift me up like my hopes were the clouds
Only to blow me off in the end
You're like the weather
So capricious and cruel
So devil may care what happens
To us all
And as soon as you get something
You let it fall
Through yours hands
When you drop me again
And again

Yes and you want the shadow
You want the rain
When its sunshine outside
All you think of is pain
When its blackness of night
You want the daylight
You always want what you can't have
And when you get it
You get it in vain
Because you throw it away
Again and again

Farewell to arms

The power of a simple thing
The lagging pine
In the wind
Behind
The cabin
Blows
With who knows
What reason
What pose
But hope
In the rigging
Of a seaward mast
I spy on the horizon
On the thick sea
That moves free
In the chords
It is tied to
Where it forever sways
In the music of this world
In the beauty of this planet
That is ours
To cherish
Before we perish
Before
Time washes over us

Saturday, 7 March 2020

All in the game

This life is just a game
Played by Kings and Queens
And we are the pawns that are suffering
She moves her knight forward
I move my castle back
She brings over her shoulder
The bishop to attack
Now I'm blocked in by marriage
Religion and stacked
Are the odds against me
Reclaiming my ground back

There is a tactical retreat when I advance my pawns
They die under her surrender
But she only bides her time for more
Nothing that I can remember
When love was rich not poor
Its just a game, just a game mama
That I don't want to play anymore