Momentary Nails

Flash of anger

Howls like a

Hammer

We regret the

Past

Now

Homeward bound

It will not last

Battles won

And souls are lost

Peace is sewn

The wind is blown

Society ponders Justice

Corruption

The sickle

Recycled

Stumbling

Hoping

Crawling

Hanging by nails

Upon your cross

And Crescent

Moon

 

Time and Place

This is the time I’ve been waiting for too long

This is the corner where I’ll sit and sing my song

This is the music that keeps me on my feet

This is the border, this is a place we used to meet

This is the avenue of a life devoid of any fear

This is a boardwalk between memory and cheer

This is the Instagram of a face that once smiled

This is the hope, this is the way, this is the child

These are the dying embers of the autumn of my life

These are my children, my cat and cherished wife

This is the loneliness that comes from too much pain

This is the heartache when there’s nothing left to gain

This is the moment this is the vision and this is the sky

This is the battlefield where my dreams all live and die

This is the day, the minute, the second and the end

This is the place where I’ll say farewell my friend

These are my words, my thoughts and last prayers

These are the memories I’ll leave upon your stairs

 

Poem: Life is a Short Movie

Looking back on a winter’s day

Life’s movie seems so short

Grey flannelled memories dance and sway

Snapshots of the past cannot be bought

The rain runs rivers down the window

Life’s movie seems so short

Dark forest horrors still move too slow

Like a running deer pursued for sport

Ladies came and lovers went

Life’s movie seems so short

The cancer cure was crooked and bent

And love’s sad death the cruellest sport

The children of men have now all gone

Life’s movie seems so short

Lost in a haze of another false song

With ageless hope the last resort

The world is old, the world is grey

Life’s movie seems so short

Lessons of life can’t be learned in a day

So I sit and let the image distort