A FISH FOR JESUS

 

WHEN I AWAKE

ON THE DARK SIDE OF THE MOON

I’M TAKEN ACROSS A TROUBLING LAGOON

TO FIND A SOLITARY SHORE

WHERE LOVE IS LOST

IN SAND MY FOOTSTEPS TOSSED

I LOOK ABOVE AT THE PALM COVERED MOUNTAINS

TAKE UP ALL MY STRENGTH AND START TO CLIMB

OVERCOME BY MADNESS I FALL I FIND

WAKING ON A LEDGE A HIGH CLIFF HANGER

I PRAY AS NIGHT PASSES ALONG THE SHORE

WHO WILL HELP ME I IMPLORE?

THEN IN THE DARKNESS A GLISTENING LIGHT APPEARS

ARMS TAKE ME UP AND GENTLY PLACE ME

BACK DOWN AGAIN TO SAFETY

WHAT MIRACLE DID I ENCOUNTER?

“I AM YOSHUA TO BRING YOU HOME

WHEN THE SUN REACHES NOON”

AND THERE HE WALKED ON THE RIPPLING OCEAN

TOWARDS THE BOAT OF MANY WISHES

HIS NETS GATHERING HUMAN FISHES

HE SAID “FOLLOW ME” AND HELD A MAGIC KEY

THE DOOR IS OPEN “DON’T BE AFRAID”

“COME DANCE WHERE SOULS ARE MADE!”

“TO TRAVEL ACROSS THE UNIVERSE

TAKE MY HAND TO GOD WHO IS SUBLIME”

“WHERE THE BELLS OF IMMORTALITY CHIME!”

I HELD BACK AND MADE MY REQUEST

“OH HOLY GATHERER SPARE THIS FISH

AND GRANT ME THIS ONE TRUE WISH

LET ME STAY FOR MY ONLY SON

AND CLIMB THE MOUNTAIN YOU LOOK UPON?”

THE ONLY SON OF GOD GRANTED MY PRAYER

I FOUND MYSELF AT THE TOP OF THE SUMMIT HIGH

“I’M BACK SON” I DID CRY

“YOSHUA CAME TODAY”  I SAID TO HIM

“REMEMBER ON THIS EARTH’S PRECIPICE

YOU WILL ALWAYS HAVE JESUS AND ME!”

 

 

THE WINDOW

WHEN I WAS 5 I STARED THROUGH MY WINDOW AT THE RAINDROPS AND SUNSHINE

WHICH DECIDED MY PLAY TIME

AS A TEENAGER I LOOKED THROUGH MY WINDOW AT THE BOY

WHO LIVED OPPOSITE AND HIS NEW BIKE TOY

WHEN I WAS 28 I GLANCED THROUGH MY WINDOW

TO KEEP AN EYE ON MY BABY IN HIS PRAM

BECAUSE I WAS HIS MAM

WHEN I WAS 48 I SAW THROUGH MY WINDOW MY SON NOW A MAN

PLAYING BASKETBALL

AND HE STOOD TALL

AT 68 I THOUGHT THROUGH MY WINDOW THAT ANOTHER SEASON HAD PASSED BY

BUT I DID NOT CRY

AS AN OLD LADY I SEE THROUGH MY WINDOW THAT MY ROSES GROW

AND MY GARDEN WILL LIVE ON I KNOW

I NO LONGER AM SITTING BY MY WINDOW

AND SOMEONE ELSE LOOKS OUT

BECAUSE I HAD TO GO

LIFE IS SEEN THROUGH THE WINDOW OF THE WORLD

AND YOUR EXISTENCE UNFURLS

The Psychs

IT SEEMS I START MY DAYS

LOOKING THROUGH TINTED GLASSES

THEY AREN’T THE ROSE COLOURED ONES

OR DARK IN SHADE

THROUGH THOSE GLASSES

MY LIFE ISN’T WORTH LIVING

WHEN THOSE THAT ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE

AREN’T AROUND

THERE IN THEIR OWN LIVES

ISN’T A PLACE FOR ME

I DON’T BELONG

OR HAVE A HOME

EXCEPT THE ONE IN THE COMMUNITY

THAT IS THOUGHT MAD BAD AND SAD

THE MAD COMES FROM THE LABEL

THAT PSYCHS DISH OUT WILLY NILLY

THE BAD COMES FROM A MEDIA

THAT RULES THE ROOST

AND THE SAD COMES FROM AN EXPIRED LIFE

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THIS CRIME

IT IS A FORM OF GENOCIDE

A EUGENICS WITH LAW ENFORCEMENT

FROM TRIBES THAT DON’T KNOW THEIR LEADERS

OR HOW THEY ARE BEING LED

THE HERD HAVE YOU LABELLED

AS MAD BAD AND SAD

THESE NURSES AND DOCTORS ACTUALLY BELIEVE

THAT DRUGGING PEOPLE IS JUST AND RIGHT

THAT LABOTOMY WAS JUST AND RIGHT

THAT ICED BATHS WAS JUST AND RIGHT

THAT INDUCED INSULIN COMA WAS RIGHT

THAT GIVING ELECTRIC SHOCKS IS JUST AND RIGHT

AMONG ALL THE HORRIFIC DEALINGS THEY CALL CARE

WHEN ITS JUST A CASE YOU DEVIATE

AND YOU SEE THE WORLD IN GLASSES THAT TELL YOU

NOBODY CARES

EVEN WHEN THEY DO

THESE ARE INVISIBLE CRIMES

CRIMES THAT WILL NEVER HAVE JUSTICE

BECAUSE THERE IS LITTLE JUSTICE IN LIFE

AND PSYCHS AND THEIR MINIONS

GO ON AND ON AND ON

COMMITTING CRIMES AGAINST HUMANITY

WHERE HUMAN RIGHTS GO DOWN THE DRAIN

WASHED DOWN ALONG WITH JUSTICE

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THESE CRIMINALS

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THESE CRIMES

THERE IS NO WORD TO DESCRIBE THOSE THAT HATE THE MENTALLY ILL

THERE ARE NO WORDS TO DESCRIBE THOSE CRIMINALS WHO ARE PSYCHS

AND THE LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM THE RIGHT

TO DESTROY PEOPLE

WHEN SANCTUARY IS ALL THAT WAS EVER NEEDED

CARE AND HUMANITY TOWARDS PEOPLE LIKE ME

WHO BEGIN THEIR DAYS

LOOKING THROUGH GLASSES THAT TELL ME THAT THE WORLD DOESN’T CARE

AND I FACE MY DAY

WONDERING

IS MY VISION TRUE?

Gregynog Mother Earth’s Beauty

Cyprus Oak Ash and Redwood

Hall begotten of all that is good

Regal in realms of black and white

Lights aglow in the night

Of woods and forests deep in fern

And woodland walks any feet would yearn

The delight of honey from bees home grown

To be sold in a shop all of their own

The true beauty of Mother Earth

Unfolds here in this her birth

Two sisters bright and gay

Knew natures loving way

Giving pure and simply the delight and treat

Of a flotsam of daffodils Spring will greet

Green long groomed hedges and lawns

A sight to behold from days of yore

When two sisters in their loving way

Created gardens of ecstatic display

For generations to come and enjoy

Life’s essence to breath in and employ

Roses and shrubs the scented day

No storm or snow or winter’s gaze

Has taken away two sisters age

Created many years ago

I am so grateful “Don’t you know!”

For my feet to tread on paths in fervent woods

To drink in and savour in all glory and good

Green the colour of Mother Nature’s gift

Her glistening touch any soul would lift

Blossoms of pinks purples and yellows

Bless and comfort all good fellows

Human and furry and in flight

Mother Nature is a glorious sight!

Gelateria

Every woman has a very soft spot

For a handsome man ‘Has she not?’

I do not know of any one

Who does not like an ice cream cone

In my lifetime i tasted many deserts

But the one i find really hurts

Is ice cream with olives everyone knows

If you try it it melts your toes

Gives your mouth a bitter taste

Please, do not your taste buds waste!

The Islander

A harbour master flagged me down one day

And got me in a romantic way

He told his coconut girl

Coz he didn’t want the truth to unfurl

I was his ex wife on the other line

I said go it would be fine

Before he left the video call

I knew it just wouldn’t be all

As when it ended i realized

He’d got my heart to my surprise

Captured it on a virtual call

That wasn’t all

I’m waiting to have it back wouldn’t you?

Sure to find it all broken in two!

But there is one thing this guy doesn’t know

My heart has come back many times so

I have glue and tape and a repairing kit

And my heart happily on the shelf does sit

When i need it i bring it back down

Because in my chest it beats safe and sound!

To give over to someone on another day

The game of love to play

Except my heart is so very strong

And love can do me no harm or wrong!

A Little Drop of Rain

Can your therapist really be your friend

Heal your heart for you

Until the very end

Through and through?

To do his very best

No simple care worker

Much better than the rest

No Sunday’s shirker

I know he tried utmost

Helping me along my journey

The crossroad came close

The gates he opened for me

Although his sessions led to tea and toast

All he could do was talk

And his friendship I wanted the most

But it wasn’t what he sought

Clouds in my coffee on a morning grey

I dunk my biscuit the sweetest of the bunch

But to find it broke away

Not for me this one at all to munch

Therapists are like coffee and biscuits in my opinion

While you are in the business of dunking and drinking

Talking is there dominion

Before you know it you’ve skipped lunch

And your biscuit has landed on your carpet floor

It becomes a creamy fluffy paste

Will be never no more

It will simply go to waste

Because friendships are more than a therapist maker

Who listens to your cares and woes

And although no faker

Now the session ends and goes

No friendship came about

No more laughter lifting me higher

Our journey fizzled out

And as a client I did expire!

MEMORIES OF LOVE

A LIFETIME AGO

YOU WERE HERE BY MY SIDE

AND I HELD YOUR HAND

AND LOVE WAS BLIND

YEARS I SLEPT BY YOU

YEARS AGO GONE THE DAY

WHEN I HAD THE CHOICE

TO KISS YOU THAT SPECIAL WAY

YOU WERE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE

NOW THE BRIGHTNESS DOES BREAK THROUGH

BUT THERE IS SOMEONE ELSE

AND HE IS NOT YOU

COME TO ME IN DREAMS

TAKE ME AWAY

LOVE ME FOREVER

NEVER LEAVE ME I PRAY!

DESPAIR

DESPAIR, DESPAIR DO NOT LINGER HERE,

DO NOT HIDE THY FACE FROM CARE,

NOR RENT THE GLOBE ASUNDER,

WHILE I SHIVER FROM THE CHILL OF THY PRIDE,

DO NOT LAY MY LOVE ASIDE,

FOR MY SENSES DO NOT ABIDE WITHIN YOU!

This is a poem written by my friend John Herbert and in my opinion he is a truly great writer and poet. I am very honoured he allowed me to post this on my blog today!

THE WRITER

THERE IS A MAN WHO HAS A WAY WITH A WORD

AND THEY SAY HE IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD

TO CREATE A POEM WHEN IN FLIGHT

AND DROP IT DOWN FROM A GREAT HEIGHT

THIS GIVEN IS FOOD FOR THOUGHT

INDEED THIS MAN SHOULD BE VERY SOUGHT.

Freedom

Here i found myself listening to Scottish folk music

I sit in this room signed ‘recovery room’

I ask myself just what am i recovering from

As i look around i see the room has comfortable seating and a table

I look through the windows and although the morning sun is bouncing off the walls

the view outside is awful

there is a high fence

the grass plot outside would not make a garden yet a place for recreation

i recollect artists have existed throughout the beginning of time

from cave humans to 21st century masterpieces

Yet not one picture hangs on these magnolia walls in this ‘recovery room’

Except!

On one wall someone either single handed or stencilled

has drawn the image of a tree

and images of birds flying above it

it is in black silhouette

and these are the only solitary images in this room

‘the recovery room’

above the tree faintly someone has attempted to create the image of a rainbow

you can hardly see it

the colours are poor

as every poet knows birds in flight always represent freedom

so i ask myself yet again what am i doing here sitting here in this

‘recovery room’

since lockdown last march

i have been confined to my house

then i needed to move and get away

so the only option to me as usual was here

where there is a

‘recovery room’

where i somehow believed i could recover from months of confinement

i came here to recover

to find freedom

as every wise stateman and woman is and has always been aware

for woman man beast or child ‘freedom’ and this alone lets your spirit sough

i came here to seek my freedom

now i find i am under lock and key

seems the dark road to hell my brother wrote about many years ago

has found me once again

and my soul is captured and detained once more

as a slave all of my life

i seek the solace but find it not

this ‘recovery room’

knows nothing and is empty

and the silhouette of the trees and birds

remain static and lifeless

and my soul is dying a little more each day

and will indeed perish altogether

i live in hope

for a life i have never known

and would give up my existence

for one day of

‘Freedom’