Cycle of Life and Death

I came across its shrunken frame,
lashed to a random rail.
The secluded death, diminished frame,
told a sorry tale.

How once, a joy, a treasured pride,
it bore a life that mattered;
How love once dignified its role,
that now was broke and battered.

Where love had once upon a time
a vibrant life endorsed.
What pride and joy and patience once
was lavished on this corpse.

What story lay behind the scene,
what trauma caused this end?
How it had come to this sad state
I could not comprehend.

The violence of traumatic death,
the twisted sculpture left,
tells such a haunted tortured tale,
leaving a soul bereft.

Pandemic

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On This Covid Pandemic

The Chinese had a phrase for it –
‘May you live in interesting times.’
Double- edged, somewhat inscrutable,
As I read between its lines.

Intended as a curse it is said;
Perhaps we’re paying for our crimes?
As we live this life not led before –
Perdition’s paradigm.

Cometh The Lockdown

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Stop the world I want to get off;
Let’s have a global fire break.
Give me time to recuperate,
To stop this corvid headache.

We’re hoping for some respite now,
A pause in life’s short passage;;
A little rest may well be best,
A chance to send a message,

Let’s tell the world we’ve not gone mad,
Defy cynics and mockers;
Impress upon the populace
We’ve not gone off our rockers.

For every person, young or old,
Still living on this planet,
Has cause to love a life that’s free,
To live a life – not ban it.

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Deo Volente

DEO VOLENTE

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Cometh the day
Cometh the ban
Yet another deprivation
Another death for motivation
Covid Nine still running wild
Meaning for us
Nothing good
Nothing mild
Just another tight restriction
This is now life
It is not fiction

I tell my family they cannot come
They are not surprised
They do not blanche
Just another faded chance
Not something else to life enhance

Will I one day
Look back and say
When this black cloud has blown away
I lived through covid
Took its measure
Saw it off
Without a cough
Survived to tell new generations
How grandad lived through such privations
Knuckled down
Obeyed the rules
Derided all those other fools
Who didn’t care
Who took it easy
Yet also lived to tell the tale

I can’t help but think
With a nod and a wink
Life’s still worth living
D. V. – God Willing.



AS SHADOWS COME AND GO

as more mute shadows come and go
so
my life does ebb and flow
clinging
disturbingly
with my every motion
not prepared to let me go
until at some time
not yet determined
in the day’s misty murkiness
I will merge with the darkness
along with life’s shrouded meaning
to await that time
which surely will arrive
for the putting out of the light
and the beginning
of death’s adventure

The Purpose To It All

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As I considered how my life was spent
How purposeful, how plotted
A sigh escaped me pleading to be heard
And as I sighed I felt the pain
Some twinge of inner turmoil
The pent up tension of all those years
Summation of a retreating life
Intent on seeking some resolution

For what had it been all about
What purpose behind the screen
How indistinct the clouded scene
However firm the frame
How difficult it had been

To keep the picture clean
How worthwhile now to try
For passing clouds will understand
More than I can see
But I trust that others will come to understand
More than has been gifted to me

A Coward’s Charter

Swing the lead
Play it for dead;
Keep a lowly profile
Life is no featherbed,.

Don’t stick your head,
As Joe Soap said,
Above the parapet,
Lest you have it shot at.

Lie very low
Avoid life’s blows
And play the game ‘Dead Donkey’.

Avoid the Pricks,
The pointed arrows
Of outrageous fortune.
And be afraid,
For life is out to get you.
Let that Sea of Fortune
Be forever calm.

No good at last,
With chances past,
To count the cost
When all is lost.

Best play your cards
Close to your chest;
Hide those better feelings.
Be self-indulgent,
Go with your better judgement.
Leave other hearts to their bleeding.

I Rest My Case

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I Rest My Case

___________

Stop the rot
Stem the flow
Stay your hand
And let me go

So many choices
I have to make
And life is short
No time to take

But when I’ve come
To a decision
I’ll face the music
Meet derision

Let my honour
Fade away
Just let me live
Another day

Allow my eyes
To meet the sun
So shades of nightmares
Will not come

I’ll beat my demons
Cull my hopes
Just let me off
These stubborn ropes

Help me at last
To count the cost
I’ll endure all
That I have lost

And come in peace
What ever the cost
To rest my case
Taste what I’ve lost.

 

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 Way Ahead?

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The Way Ahead?

I need a purpose …
Or do I really need a purpose?

No purpose?
No destination.
No destination?
No structure.
No structure?
And then
I am told
Life is not worth the living.

And to live
I need rules,
Rules to live by.
My parents,my schools,
Both gave me rules;
Society, government,
Both give me rules
For I do need rules,
Rules to live by.

Religion gives me rules,
But so does superstition,
Wherein lies the difference?
For both rely on faith
On faith …
on Belief.

Belief …
or is it Credulity?

 

RDD