Come on, come on now Winter
You are waiting in the wings
The days are shorter and colder and
we fear what your north wind brings.
Don't hold back your coming
Get your cold bleakness done
We will shelter where we can
Until once again we feel the sun.
Author: Phil W Walter
Panic Attack in a Country Field
I like to rest on a country seat
Up on a hill quite near me.
I watch the world go by
And revel in all the green I see.
One morning while I sat resting
A sad looking lady passed by
With a taut rictus smile on her face
She looked like she needed to cry.
A group of ladies were walking ahead
And the sad lady went to pass
Suddenly one of the group stopped,
Looked, and sat down on the grass.
She indicated to her friends then
That they should walk on a bit
And called out to the fraught lass
"Come over here to me and sit".
With just a moment's hesitation
The troubled lady sat down too
"I'm Betty," said the kind woman
"Tell me dear - who are you?"
"I'm Alice," she replied and began to cry
The tears of the broken-hearted.
All her pain came flowing out as if
She couldn't stop now she'd started.
Betty rose and said "why not join us?"
Alice gave an indifferent shrug.
"You'll feel better walking with my crowd,
But first, I'll give you a hug."
Alice at first stiffened and then relaxed
Into the tight grip of her new friend
Her sobbing eased and I could see
Her mind was starting to mend.
They all went off in a chattering line
It was obvious Alice was losing her pain
I sat and marvelled at the kindness of a stranger.
I never saw them again.
Getting to 80
Well, here it is, now looming large
an age beyond my belief
I had always expected my time here
would actually be quite brief.
Around fifty would be right I thought
who on earth needs more?
With greying hair and shorter breaths
and ready for the heavenly tour.
But fate decreed I'd do quite well
in the lottery of life
and I kept on taking forward strides
breasting challenges and strife.
Good luck and fortune 'dogged' me
throughout those golden years
I enjoyed some love and friendship and
the respect of competing peers.
But alas when you approach the mountain top
the heart is a watching sentry
the clearest views are now behind
and hindsight is 20/20.
Carry the Joy
The Joy we feel at Christmas Fills our lives with cheer We could try to make this feeling Linger throughout the Year. How good to feel so happy On every single day To lift our spirits skywards And chase all sadness away. We could help needy neighbours And show them that we care Show badmen how to live well Or tell the lonely we are there. Think of all the kindness that Would follow if we were to say I will try and live my life As if it's Christmas every day. Let us live as if it's Christmas every day.
My Prop Has Gone
Quiet and unassuming was he But with a very high intellect Computations went on behind the eyes At a rate you would never suspect. Partially deaf and short sighted too Yet he swam in big pools of commerce He never gave in to self pity but Accepted that things could be far worse. He was the man to go to for solace or wisdom And was game to join with a crazy plan Even risking his own wealth sometimes He was the very best kind of man. So goodbye good friend and wise councillor I am sorry you had to go Rest easily knowing you have done well And were a man I was fortunate to know. RIP Barry 1933-2022
Write it down/Write it Out
Why am I here? Why show you my poetry?
These are not great poems, they don’t win prizes. But – they are my Poems.
And that’s the point.
I am an average ‘Joe’ and I’ve had an average English life enjoying the usual things and had my share of misfortunes.
In times of stress I have been helped a great deal by writing all my feelings down. When happy or elated the words flow and the pleasure is enhanced.
I have chosen to use verse in my literary ramblings because I find it easy. You may like to use prose or just ordinary sentences. No matter.
You need not show anyone unless you wish to. You can lock the bad times away in a box or put your wit on show via the web.
Whatever you want. Whenever you want. You choose!
So – if you are sad, happy, frustrated, angry, in love, out of love, ill, frightened, politically cynical, depressed, alone, suicidal, separated from your children, doubting God’s existence, wondering how to spend your lottery win, exasperated by the unelected clowns in Strasburg, just become a parent, the cats died etc. etc. etc…… (add as required) ….. then WRITE IT OUT – WRITE IT DOWN.
Broken Heart
You left me and you did not turn Another row - we never learn No "sorry" words this time were spoken I just felt my heart was broken. All the many times of joy We were a happy girl and boy But the ring we bought was an empty token You never knew my heart was broken. All the places we have seen Mountains white and valleys green Moonlight kissing, holding hands Laughing as we made our plans. The things we did as a happy pair The future was coming and we didn't care Now alone I must go on And all the dreams I had are gone. So our book is ended, the cover torn Our children now will stay unborn Pleading words are what I choke on And you still don't know my heart is broken.
Equal Opportunity
Think what you like Express whatever you feel A funeral without a God? Is it not just as real? Did they live a good life? Did someone hold them dear? If they died a nice person Aren't they entitled to be here? The flames which consume them makes all bodies ash but Souls and spirits cannot burn And can't be bought for cash. Sing songs if you wish to Speak verses and some rhyme Cry and mourn freely For there is no next time. We gather for the send off of someone we all knew Sceptics also need nice places to wish gone friends adieu. Vibrant colours of stained glass Old wood beams and seats Candlelight and fresh flowers Gives an aura which completes. Churches' often have the best sites With gardens meant to cheer Solemnity is inbuilt And we enter without fear. If this God is any good He (or she) won't grouse If some doubters also assemble Inside this holy house.
Termination in Ukraine
She had carried her new baby for nearly 9 months and was last seen on a trolley in labour and frightened. The shells had ripped down the hospital wall as if made of cheese but came there yet more and the grip of death was tightened. They survived barely an hour when cleared of the rubble but despite heroic efforts both died and the tragedy was heightened. Just two more deaths to add to millions from centuries long gone but mankind still seems unable to learn and become enlightened.
Uncertain Curtain
How embarrassing to be a Russian And have the whole world know That you are terrified of freedom And plead democracy just for show. You have to cheat in athletics Or fail to make the grade Fool drug tests and the medics And eliminate those so afraid. Don't invent new items But steal designs for free It's a really great, great pity That's what Russia means to me. Addendum - But that isn't Russia in total What of the average Jo? Who loves life as he has it And doesn't know what he doesn't know.