Life Presented in Verse
Incidents in life come to us all
Though some will prefer not to see,
But there can be no hiding place
And that’s up to folks like me.
Who will observe and then present
All that life will bring to us.
From laughter and tears, to death,
To confront without a fuss.
For every one of us will experience
Good and bad that we don’t choose.
So how we react and deal with this,
Will decide if we win or lose.
That short poem is on the back cover of my 5th book, but the next quite poignant poem is from my very recent Book 7 of eight published now.
The Pool and the Leaves
There’s a camp site by my French place
With a small, round swimming pool,
That gets leaves dropping in it
Which is not too good at all.
So every morning of each day
The site manager would get them out.
Which was appreciated by swimmers,
And of that there is no doubt.
He also used to maintain the camp
Making sure everything was clean,
Not just because it was his job
But so it looked nice when seen.
Though sadly he is no longer here
For cruel cancer took him away,
And those leaves are still dropping
But the pool gets cleared each day.
So as I pass, or sit with a drink
At the site bar that’s just nearby,
I often get to wonder about life
Which can often make us cry.
For the man who cleaned the pool
Was nowhere near my years,
Yet was removed from life early
Condemning his family to tears.
Now many of us will leave things
That occupy ourselves and time,
And when we have left the world
We hope memories remain sublime.
So for me it’s my words and poems
About love, life and she who grieves,
Over things still here without us
Like the man who cleared the leaves.
I have to admit now that i cannot hold back my excitement any more, well probably I can but don’t want to?!
RIGHT the astute among you, everyone I guess, WILL have wondered about “flight” from paddling, but of course flight is taking off, so here I go again,,,,
Today 13th July I had printed in The Daily Mirror ANOTHER of my little verses, well a parody really, but again I got mentioned with my latest Book 8 and donating to Help for Heroes. I had a poem and great little article on me in The Daily Mirror only a month ago, Flap, flap, flapping of wings taking off to my slot on BBC Radio Sussex and Surrey on Sunday 19th July! Quite a month from my serene gliding swan a? (OK Jane B, how am I doing?❤️).
1) To answer the old aged argument why we sing HYMN’S and not HERS is of course because we say AMEN and not AWOMEN…….
2) The diesel train won the locomotive race after getting up ahead of steam!
Poem from my latest book “Poetic Seeds from Fruition”, still only £9.99 despite being a Bumper book, bigger, different and an “arrival” whilst still donates to Help for Heroes from each sale. Order from me on here or on My Facebook page The Psychy Poet Laurie Wilkinson, new website address below, and I will deliver free locally, post out, Social Distance meet and or collect…. you can’t lose and it helps a great charity too.
The world currently in a poem.
Most human beings are very sociable
And need contact response from others,
Whilst we make our way in life
Alongside family, friends and lovers.
For if people are separated or lonely
They will often not function too well,
And perhaps behave in unusual ways
With some reactions that clearly tell,
That they are not at a hearts ease
Due to lack of that positive stroke,
As social contact is a basic need
To ensure our well being won’t choke.
So when a deadly, contagious virus
Threatens every person world wide,
All places of social gatherings closed
With orders to stay home and inside.
For all collective groups or crowds
Which as social beings give us cheer,
Can no longer be allowed at present
While a silent killer spreads mass fear.
Therefore I got a surreal experience
Quite emotional, like a form of grief.
As one evening on my allowed walk
The deafening silence beggared belief,
Of events in such a very short time
Having everyone in a panicking quake,
Which brought about the eerie quiet
A world destroying bomb would make.
There was no noise of children playing,
Music was not heard, or any traffic hum,
Revealing petrified people are staying in
So to a creeping virus won’t succumb.
For life routine changed dramatically
Like a cruel twist in some sick game,
As we fight to survive unnatural events
In a world unlikely to be the same.
As part of continued breaking out I have a stall again at Pevensey Open Market outside Pevensey Castle, so lol NOBODY can miss it a? OH ok maybe some might?.
I will leave you to guess the photo relevance, BUT Ted n Beth are jumping up and down for a mention, so ok they are reading one of THEIR poems in my latest book, AND in a photo with Henry the First !!!! Hi Henry & mum Kelly ??
I must mention again my new publisher the excellent James Harvey of Bad Goose Publishing, who has also brilliantly overhauled and updated the website, have a good look, and with Bad Goose on the top. James is also updating all of my previous books, so lol no swan him…… ALSO (sorry James) having just added my last article in The Daily Mirror to the website, hahahahahaaaaaaaa I now have another one in there !!!?.
OH, and have I mentioned I already have some plans and new ideas for my next book…… Flap, flap, flapping of wings! Well swans DO fly……
Closing poem of hope, love and just WHO knows what might happen! (ok Suanne❤️❤️❤️)
You spoke to me out of the blue
And I didn’t know who you were,
But like Pitney’s “24 hours from Tulsa”
Such happenings can occur.
For I had felt an instant shudder
That I couldn’t quite control,
Also a strange realisation
You had touched my very soul.
We did the awkward introductions
That two strangers muddle through,
After your identity mistake
That I was someone else you knew.
So I tried to cover your blushes
And embarrassment so clear,
Though again I felt compelled
By the need to hold you near.
Thus we both stood quite flustered
By clearly felt sensations,
Running through the two of us
Defying all explanations,
As to what had just happened
In an amazing heartbeat,
When people blend together
And their very souls now meet.
Now you look at me and say my name
And I go shaky at the knees,
But when I felt your touch
I thought my blood would freeze.
So now we need to decipher
Just what we can understand
About this, and further actions,
As we walk off, hand in hand.
The end then, so a sort of SWAN SONG ….???
Love and Thanks to you all, take care and be safe, from The Bears and me as The Journey Continues flapping in FLIGHT MODE…..