Wordsmith

Wordsmith.

My latest offering, published on the we  drink  because we’re poets page  (I urge you to visit and absorb the brilliance of Sahm King, King Midget, Lilith,Bastet and Blu, all remarkable individuals and a truly superb team to be involved with).

I wish all my readers and fellow writers (many of whom get a personal mention and/or poem dedicated to them in the collections of poetry I am compiling with a view to self publish inthe next year) season’s greetings, Ihope you all enjoy the holidays.

I am so sorry for my absences and hope to be around a lot more in the new year.  I am truly grateful for all your continued support and encouragement.  Keep smiling and keep writing.  Much love and best wishes from baldy.

 

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Colour-Blind & Colourless

These two poems are for Sahm King and We Drink Because We’re Poets, following his magnificent monday prompt.  Best wishes from Baldy.

 

Colour-blind

 

A world absent colour,

Blight upon the eye,

Love prefers a broader palette,

Not shades that cry,

Friendship enjoys a tapestry,

Of vibrancy and delight,

Rid the world of races,

Be one with all tonight.

 

 

Colourless

 

A world holds its breath,

As gods, observing,

Stand idle, perhaps helpless,

Themselves as undeserving,

Individuals are punished,

By cruel despots, our kin,

Made slaves again to hate and pain,

For wearing different skin.

 

Is it not enough that poverty,

And famine causes such strife?

We go to war over religion,

And rape what’s good in life,

Racism – So ridiculous!

Bless all the flesh’s hues,

It’s about time we were responsible,

Some still need to change their views.

Pals (for Sahm King’s WDBWP prompt)

Sahm King refreshed my memory with an enchanting poet and philosopher called Khalil Gibran in his monday writing prompt for ‘We drink Because We’re Poets’  My poem isn’t exactly in-line with his prompt, but it is connected to an extract from Kahlil Gibran’s the Prophet (which is a masterpiece that I highly reccomend, ISBN 0-330-31972-8).

Thanks to Sahm for the prompt and reminder of this magnificent writer.  If anyone reading this has not visited We drink Because We’re Poets, please do as Sahm and the team do a fantastic job of advocating poets and poetry.  Keep smiling and keep writing, best wishes from Baldy 🙂

From Khalil Gibran’s ‘The Prophet’:

 

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the

‘nay’ in your own mind, nor do you withhold the

‘ay’.

 

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen

to his heart;

 

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all

desires, all expectations are born and shared, with

joy that is unacclaimed.

 

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

 

For that which you love most in him may be clearer

in his absence,as the mountain to the climber is

clearer from the plain.

 

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the

deepening of the spirit.

 

 

Pals

Or Carburettor, Rugby Union, Means: I Love You, Man

You leave me alone,

When I want to be on my own,

And my wishes,

You have heeded,

But you’re always there,

To show that you care,

And always when,

You’re needed.

Though hard to conceive,

You may not believe,

But I have nothing,

But respect for you,

Because you’re solid as a rock,

And when I take a knock,

You prove yourself a pal so true.

I feel lucky to know,

That wherever I go,

You’re only a phone-call away,

A shoulder to cry on,

Someone I rely on,

And you know how to make my day.

You ensure there’s no strife,

I love that you’re in my life,

And feel that I’m on the mend,

It is important I must,

Say that in you, I trust,

My pal, my mate my friend.

 

 

 

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