An arrow can be considered noble
For it is upright, straight and true,
But it also has a deadly side
With the other things that it can do.
For this slender, pointed projectile
Must be given a certain respect.
As it can be a fearsome weapon
That many do not suspect.
For fired from a bow with great power
An arrow can deliver a severe blow,
That can even pierce metal armour
And lay any poor victim low.
But more concerning than this
Is that it makes very little sound,
As it hurtles from the bow
Until hitting where it is bound.
So not only do we have a device
That can kill in a practised hand.
But often the victim won’t know
Or even begin to understand
What has happened to them,
To cause such distress and pain.
Compounding all their helplessness
That they may be struck again.
But in some cases more sinister still,
The pointed barb of the end tips,
Are infected, or dipped in poison
That will spread from the place it rips.
So if the wound is not instantly fatal
Or likely to cause the victims death,
The poisoned and deadly barb
Will slowly ensure a last breath.
Now I just cannot help but consider
When mulling over these facts,
That there is a great comparison
With some people, that the arrow exacts,
In just how they will deal with others
When they decide to silently strike,
From an apparent upright, and noble look
That will conceal their spike.
So they can be quite dangerous to know
As you don’t worry about turning your back.
Thinking they are benign and friendly
Until they launch their cowardly attack!
On my return from France last Saturday I have a very busy period (for a change? NOT lol) apart from new book, with more Gigs, Stalls, Guest Speaker and “lead Poet” slots… YAY all go I Like ?.
Ted n Beth at Prayer
We must now hush and be silent
Making no disturbance or move,
For Ted and Beth are at prayer
Their consciences trying to smooth.
Like Christopher Robin in his story
When no one whispers or dares,
To interrupt a boy, or bears now
As they offer up their prayers.
Those teddy legs bent in tribute
And holding together their paws,
This is exactly how I found them
In this reverent pose indoors.
What follows those first verses I will let you guess, OR ho, ho buy the book! It is “Fabulous”, trust me I’m The Psychy Poet….
When I catch your lovely smile
I flutter deep inside me,
And with those twinkling eyes
I am now all lost at sea.
But please don’t stop that smile
Or let your eyes lose their shine,
For at my very lowest moments
They appear to me so fine,
With a never ending story
Beamed out from your face,
To make me flutter more
And send me to outer space.
For it doesn’t take too much
To make all our hearts flutter,
And we can zoom into orbit
From the quietest little mutter,
That you feel the same as me
And that my look is the very best.
So how can we possibly lose
When much better than the rest?
So move on from smiley twinkling
Of your mouth and shining eyes,
To touch me in your special way
Which causes no great surprise,
That I only flutter with you
As you’ve seen me melt away,
Wanting to hear, and see you
Every minute of each day!
AS I’m “up to my eyes” in New Book decisions, reading etc (gladly) I am closing now, but again “Hi” and love to everyone!
SO from my good self, often imitated, but never duplicated, Ted n Beth and their now 18 friends, bye for now as The Journey Continues like an arrow SHOOTING HIGH………
Love ant Thanks,