Impotence

I have a daughter who is ill
and she is also very sad.
She looks to me to help her
because I am her dad.

Dad's fix everything don't they?
Isn't that why they are there?
To stand and fight and win
like a powerful great Brown Bear.

I would like to fix things for her
to shield her from this storm.
Take all the blows and pain away
and return life to her norm.

But her adversary is mighty
it stalks her day and night,
won't let her eat to live her life
and her big dad mourns in fright.

This caring parent looks on helplessly
so wishing he could do more,
she is drowning in a deep sea while
Counsellors' advise her from the shore.

No Escape

Sitting amidst green glory on a hillside quiet alone
on the gentle wind now comes
the chime of a mobile phone.

But for a while I am at peace and God is in his heaven
and from my left comes the drone
of the busy A127.

Around me are just trees and hedges and it's good to be alive
who cares about the incessant hum
of the M25?

I dig deep within me for calm and solace but even as I delve
just over that hedge to my east buzzes
the old A12.

I look up to the blue sky for clarity but then I surely know
there will be a line of planes letting down to 
land at Heathrow.

We live on a lovely island and are glad that that is so
but if one needs peace and quiet just where
are we supposed to go?

Prose for Spring

The days linger longer now
And the extra light is optimistic
Buds and new grass dare to show
And the chills of winter leave.

The seasons' cycle moves the warmth
Of spring and summer nearer
And the power of renewal shines out
And there's purpose in our stride.

Cold times do have a meaning for us
For our lives need the balance
Of greens and blues in sunshine
So we can revel in the difference.

Spring Cometh

Come with me to another spring
Let's run towards the sun
Push away all thoughts of winter
A new season is begun.

Green fields and singing birds
Are there beyond the town 
A peaceful place in which to view
Natures brand new season's gown.

With the coming of this time
Our soul rises with the light
Optimism in our mood begins
And the negatives all take flight.

Look no more behind you 
Push down sad thoughts and dread 
Come with me towards the spring 
And embrace good times ahead

In Praise of the Brave

To go forward without thinking
To rush in where angels fear to tread
To face danger without blinking
Knowing you may live or perhaps lie dead.

To take true love as your benchmark
And use it well to define your life
Treat all adversity as just a lark
And build new dreams from strife

Oh the many hopes and dreams 
Of courageous men and women
Who don't falter in life's streams
But doggedly keep on swimming.

Who for the noble cause of right
Subjugate the normal human yearning
They bear to stand, cold, in the night
And watch their bridges burning.

One Bluebell

A single bluebell was there
On a littered, barren bank
On a run-down housing development
Cheerless, soulless, rank.

I was passing in my car
When sunlight caught the blue
Of the solitary flower
Gamely pushing through.

Now - will it die or will it prosper?
Can it survive and return next year?
Will other flowers join it?
And deliver us yet more cheer.

This nose thumbing effort by nature
tells us fools rushing by
That though the surroundings be daunting
You can stand out if you try.

Our Tilting Planet

The days linger longer now
And the extra light is optimistic
Buds and new grass dare to show
And the chills of winter leave.

The seasons' cycle moves the warmth
Of spring and summer nearer
And the power of renewal shines out
And there's reason in our stride.

Cold times do have a meaning for us 
For our lives need the balance
Of greens and blues in sunshine
So we can revel in the difference.