Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

Annie’s Poem.

In our lives challenges are thrown at us.
In your life you are facing one,
But you have the strength to conquer it.
Within you is resilience,
I can see it within you,
That purpose to move on in your life.
There are friends around you
Who will be there for you.
I too will be there as always.
I look into your eyes and see,
And see the beauty that is you,
That has always been there.
That beauty will come out
And you will move forward,
Move forward into a better place,
A better place in your life.
Yet in those sad moments
I will still be there,
Be there to listen,
And to pull you up,
Up into your wonderful world.

The Croquet Myth.

On go the clothes
Preparing for the day,
The day when the game,
The game is to be played.
Pants, vest and socks
Go on first,
Then the thick shirt
And the corduroy trousers,
On goes a jumper,
Then a thicker pullover.
Walking socks,
Go over the socks,
Then the thick soled shoes,
And the fur lined coat,
I am ready.

Off I go to that place,
That place that is so meaningful,
Meaningful to me.
I arrive in good time
To that lawn where the rain
Sweeps over it,
In the ever increasing wind.
On go the waterproof coats
And the waterproof trousers.
I am ready,
Ready to play,
To play the game,
The game that has taken me,
Taken me to vibrant pleasure.

There is a rumour,
That beacon of belief,
That croquet can be played,
Be played in the sun,
Where it is so warm
That short sleeved shirts
And short are warn.
But no,
That rumour,
Is surely a myth.

Gaz Hughes Sextet.

The first notes sounded
And it came to me,
That smile came onto my face.
They were playing music,
My type of music
From the time
That bebop ruled,
Ruled the jazz world.
Just the six of them
Sending this amazing sound
Into my heart,
Into my soul.
And evening of unbounded delight
Taking me to new places,
To new places in my Universe.

Alan Barnes – alto/baritone saxophone
Bruce Adams – trumpet
Dean Masser – tenor saxophone
Andrezej Baranek – piano
Ed Harrison – bass
Gaz Hughes – drums

Candle or Mirror

In this enlightened life light is there,
It is always there
But so many do not see it,
Or do not want to see it.
Everyone can spread the light,
Even those who are not the candle,
The candle that holds the light.
They can always be the mirror,
The mirror that reflects it.
So go on then,
Go and do it,
Spread the light
So all can see,
Can see there tomorrows.

Gateway to Where?

I looked up the green path
And there at the end was a gate,
An iron gate.
I was rooted to the spot,
Could not walk to it,
But it mesmerised me.
I wondered what was there,
What was on the other side.
I could see through it
But the view was unclear.
I looked and looked
But nothing was seen,
If only I could get closer
But I just could not move,
Something was holding me,
Keeping me away.
I walked on wondering,
Wondering why I could not
Get to that gate.
Was the gateway to hell
And I was kept from it?
Or was it the gateway to heaven,
Waiting for my time,
My time on earth to end?

Walking Home

There I was last night
Walking home,
Lost in thought.
I was heading passed the cemetery.
Three young girls were in front of me,
Chatting,
Looking frightened.
They said they were scared,
Scared to walk passed the cemetery,
Could they walk with me.
I said of course you can,
I can understand how you feel,
I too used to be scared
Scared of walking passed the cemetery,
When I was alive.

To the Right Place.

As I travelled through my life
I had a road before me
That I knew I would travel,
There were forks,
Forks in that path.
Which one should I take?
I would choose one
Which took me close,
Close but not where I wanted to go.
At each fork I would move,
Move further from my road.

I came to that time,
That time where I stopped,
Stopped travelling
And came to the place I am.
I may not have gone to where I intended to go,
But I have ended up where I needed to be
And I am so glad to be here,
Here in this place.