Slightly different “Blog Post” this time and no apologies for that as not so much on me, but more on the sick, cowardly atrocity last Monday 22nd May….
The two photos are of……
1) Death’s spectre showing the guilty the way to perpetual damnation and….
2) The heart that personifies love that will always prevail and sustain us…..
Thus Evil and the overriding Good !!!
I have often quoted Gray who said that poets have “thoughts that breath and words that burn!”
Well this particular poet has that and from the words that I put out after Monday , and will again here, many people told me that my words made them cry. Don’t worry, your tears fell with mine….
The following poem I wrote after a terrorist attack at Brussels airport in 2016. Sadly with the slaughter of mainly youngsters, including an 8 year old girl, my poem is even more apt, and from my fourth and latest book, thus I posted in tribute to the victims and my condemnation of the murderers ….
Questions of Innocence
Why did you have to kill me
At my young and tender years?
Maiming and killing others too
Replacing laughter with their tears.
Why did you have to kill me?
You didn’t even know my name,
And why murder all the others
Whose religion is just the same
As what you now claim yours is,
Or is it really more a love of war?
That spreads blood and slaughter
But only makes you scream for more.
So religions now all stand together
Different creeds you want to separate,
Some with backgrounds just like yours
United now with the ones you hate,
Brought together in huge revulsion
At your sick, barbaric act,
That will only work against you
With more unity, that’s a fact.
But why did you have to kill me
And not give me any chance?
As you blew yourself up beside me
Without the slightest second glance.
Do you think that you’ll find peace
In any life after your bomb burst?
Because wherever you do land
Your soul is forever cursed.
Herod has given up his sword
He used to butcher babes,
Now the babes strap on their bombs
They use to butcher men.
What grotesque cause sanctions this?
To turn worlds upside down,
And cannot learn a cowards act
Won’t bring a victors crown!
However as I stated at the start, I firmly believe that good will overcome evil and that love will always win out! A dream maybe, but I would rather hope for that, than any sordid, sick, second hand, psychotic aims these terrorist scum have….
Thus a poem suggesting that we can all find, have and enjoy love and it’s fairground of delight !!!
Everyone has a love song
Or poem deep in their heart,
Maybe you can never sing it
But knowing it is a start,
To begin to seek your dream
Of a love you never found.
So you slowly start to move
Towards that luring sound.
Hypnotic rhythms stealing thoughts
When drawn forward in a trance,
To the person of your desires
Who is wanting you to dance,
While cuddling up so tight
Before kissing that loving face
You now know waits for you,
At that magic, sensual place.
So with bated breathe and hope
That was never there before,
You prepare to meet your muse
Of which you’re really sure.
Because this love song tells you
Something great is coming,
And while you wait and tremble
Loves music is now strumming.
Therefore you sway and wallow
In loves mood that’s oh so deep,
Without the slightest movement
To awake you from your sleep!