IN THAT OTHER LIFE

Take me back to those distant days
When time stood boldly still;
The burbling beck flowed green and clean
Beside the bellowing forge;
When each day brought new hope
And the healing world invited me in.

With that street gang
I fearlessly fought,
Braved the imminent threats.
Regrets nor desire for retribution
Clouded no horizon
And danger held no thrall.


Little I knew or even thought
Of what new years might hold.
Each day brought its gratitude,
Each birthday took no toll…
No future promise was worth a penny
Beyond tomorrow’s stretch.


But now, even in my clouded vision,
I see with unblinkered sight,
The past held all my future
Up to its proffered light,
And could I but have known it then
I nothing would now overwrite.

Some will call it Death

Haworth Churchyard . . . Pen & Wash – WHB – 1983

I say
That the day
Will surely come
One bright and sunny day
When all else will  fail to satisfy
And time I find has brought me to an end
Deciding to stop my future in its tracks
And lead me instead on another path
One never trodden by me before
Into an alien foreign land
Of unenvisaged freedom
Of dedicated delights
Free from stress
Which some
Will call
Death

WHB . . . October 2020

On consideration of the Nature Of TIME

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APHORISMS:  On consideration of the Nature Of TIME


When Yesterday’s dream
BecomesToday’s reality
All mystery is lost.

When life’s great passion
Turns to dust
Is life still worth the living?

When tomorrow’s goal
Is reached today
How empty becomes the future.

When life and love
are intertwined
Where does pleasure end?

When age has killed
youth’s certitude
What price is placed on doubt?

When yesterday’s promise
Turns into today’s disappointment
It becomes tomorrow’s regrets.

Today’s Door

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Today’s Door

Stir Your stumps
Get up and do it
Let not langour win
Life is swiftly passing by
Get up and face its din.

For every moment
Spent in bed
Is one less passed in living
Be up and face what life will bring
Conquer your misgivings

Today  might well
Be just the one
When all your dreams are met
When life and love meet happiness
If that’s not happened yet.

And if it’s not
What have you lost
You didn’t have before
At very least you’ll soon discover
What hides behind day’s door.

 

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The Darling Buds

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Photo:  ‘In a Surrey Garden’ – WHB – 2012

The Darling Buds

Here in my quietly cherished garden,
Where  golden flowers grow,
I love to linger long and taste
The flowers that I know.

But now around me where I see
The darling buds of roses,
They bring a powerful sense to me
Of life that decomposes.

Time has brought me to a point
Where life and love are frozen;
Where little I do has meaning, and
My future has been chosen.

For now I’m in a time cocoon
Where life has been suspended..
Where I can look but cannot see,
And reality has ended.

 

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While The Whole World Was Sleeping

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WHILE  THE  WORLD  WAS SLEEPING

 

Once while the whole world was sleeping,
It lost sight of the goal it was seeking.
Came a dystopian event
It could not prevent,
Now all of its people are weeping.

 

Our hope for the future it lies,,
Not with prayers or good wishes or sighs,
But on finding a cure,
Or a vaccine that’s sure,
The whole world to revitalise.

 

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What is Happening?

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What is Happening?

The ordinariness of life
As day succeeds on day,
Now grips more than it ever did
And fear is just a sneeze away.

What is it that tomorrow brings,
How trenchant is life’s grip,
Will time refuse to stumble on,
Is now just a minor blip?

Or is this really Armageddon,
Is it what was foretold,
Has fate at last revealed itself,
The future to unfold?

 

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The Pandemic

 

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THE  PANDEMIC

 

Once while the whole world was sleeping,
It lost sight of the goal it was seeking.
Came a dystopian event
It could not prevent,
Now all of its people are weeping.

 

Our hope for the future it lies
Not with prayers or good wishes or sighs,
But on finding a cure,
Or a vaccine that’s sure,
The whole world to revitalise.

 

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On Incarceration

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On Incarceration


Now shackled by government edict.

Banned from life’s open air,
No more a future to predict,
No more a life I can share.

Sent to my room to protect me,
Locked in my cage like a bird,
Yesterday only a memory,
Tomorrow has now been deferred.

Those plans I had for tomorrow,
Expectations I’d promised to meet,
Turned into today’s plangent sorrow
As into my shell I retreat.

As Touch becomes a scabrous word,
And washing hands a must,
My world’s become absurd,
As I’ve become nonplussed.

 

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Nature’s Green Magician

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‘The Green Man’ WHB – Pencil … 2020

If the world was sane,
If I could live again,
I’d choose to be a tree –
A sturdy oak for me.

And when I was that oak
The Green Man I’d invoke,
To be my guiding light –
Upright, downright, forthright.

For his eternal mission,
Nature’s Green Magician,
To nurture, guide, conserve,
Our future to preserve.

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