Fighting back may sound a bit dramatic, and any boxing gloves and the armour might emphasise that, but fight back “I” and we must against this suffocating Curse Covid world now.
Yes, things are opening up a bit and we must of course cherish hope, but I seem to be noticing some differences in people, (you do recall how I watch people and write poems on them ?) in as much as many still appear really nervous about the virus, getting back to normal and going back out into the old world. It might be just me, but what do you think?
The first poem in this article then, from my 5th book, (list at the end), with poem entitled perhaps aptly “Spark”…..
Spark
To have a spark for life is vital
To gain fulfilment true,
And a sense of achievement
With the many things you do.
For though all people have one
Some are left to wilt and die,
Or because they’re lost in sorrow
Will drown and cannot try
To combust or kick start life
That lives in an empty shell,
For only flints that keep sparking
Can help us truly to excel.
But some people become jaded
And wearied by their road,
With heavy heart and failing soul
They’ve collapsed beneath their load,
So no longer have their spark
Or make any attempt to rise,
Which will only bring contempt
For someone who never tries.
Sometimes if we are besieged
By worries and troubles both,
We feel that we are strangled
With a deadly cancers growth.
But by fighting on and trying
To escape from consuming dark,
We can succeed and flourish
When we regain our spark.
So with our spark regained
We can really be on song,
As we go about our days
Knowing we can do no wrong.
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I have personally started fighting back a bit in as much I now have had two recent stall attendances at Pevensey Market, selling my books and collecting for the excellent charity Help for Heroes.
I sold some books and also “raised a few bob” for the aforementioned charity. These markets are normally in the afternoon, noon until 4pm, on first Sunday of the month, (and on more occasions later in year), with the event on Market Square opposite Pevensey castle entrance.
Of course we have started a bit of a fight back with more “non essential” shops opening and how can we forget that we can now have a pint, wine or even a meal in pub gardens.
Naturally as “Murphy’s Law” would have it, the weather deteriorated quite dramatically with wind and rain recently to coincide with being able to sit in pub gardens. You cannot beat a nice ice cold beer sitting in a mostly open and freezing cold pub garden drinking it, but hey, we are fighting back against Curse Covid.
To continue the “beer theme” comes a poem from my 3rd book…..
Have Another Beer
The weather is not great
And through the rain we peer,
It is getting us all down
So have another beer.
We want to drive away
But roads are blocked I hear,
There are far too many cars
So lets have another beer.
A trip up to the shops
To join the thronging crowd,
And mad folks with their trolleys
Make you want to curse aloud!
So you stay at home to book
A holiday, not too dear,
But the internet is down
Best to have another beer.
Then you’re on the phone
Many options now to choose,
It’s enough to drive you mad
And go back on the booze.
They say you’re in a queue
But your turn is nowhere near,
I can’t be doing this
So I’ll have another beer.
Thus there’s so many things
In life to drive you mad,
So have another beer then
You just wont feel so bad.
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Perhaps with all the connotations with beer and fighting, violence and loss of control, even fighting back I guess, possibly isn’t the greatest idea, but after last years deprivations, what the hell?
LOL anyone want a fight? Joking of course but they say if something is that worthwhile then its worth, errrrrr fighting for. Not me that but an oft said line…..
Well having said that I can only follow with this poem from my 8th book……
I Am Spartacus
Yes I am Spartacus I cried out
Like in the film of the same name,
About Spartacus who led a slave revolt
The Roman empire struggled to tame.
But after defeating by superior numbers
The Romans wanted the man behind it all,
So threatened to torture all who’d revolted
Until Spartacus and slaves stood up to call,
That they were all the notorious leader
So desperately sought by the empire elite,
Who were petrified others would now rise up
Against a hated regime they wanted to defeat.
Thus now that bold and famous shout
Owning up to being the man that meant,
So much as a brave and resisting hero
Is today a statement of determined intent.
For by shouting his name out proudly
It showed a courageous and a fighting side,
So I respect and salute the likes of him
And also tried to show an honest pride,
In everything that I have said and done
When battling along my paths in life.
And not flinching from any twisted truth
Of false words cutting like a knife.
Because I still believe in myself and manage
To hold my conscience and integrity true,
In the face of some cruel envy and lies
Slanderously said about some things I do.
For there is always someone struggling
With their jealousy and a bitterness,
So they can never be at a hearts rest
While you succeed and they’re a mess.
So I will gladly shout out I am Spartacus
And own up to who I am and stand for,
Though others may not sit well with this
But as an honest man I can do no more.
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No doubting that the the brave Spartacus was good at fighting back after he led the slave result against the Roman Empire, and famed in the 1960 film bearing his name. In our modern fight back against covid today all we need to do is to try and live our lives as we did before, albeit it we are a tad wiser and more wary perhaps?
Last poem from my 7th book may give some clues…..
A Grain of Sand
A grain of sand, or a drop in the ocean
May be enough to cause commotion,
If brought together in one large amount
They can be big enough to make it count.
Because small or singles can be ignored
However many times they implored,
To get their point and views across
So are left staring at another loss.
For at most times in this cynical world
The tiny voice is lost until unfurled,
With the back up of a loud vast choir
That lift their voices so much higher,
And get all those points of view heard
With a collective singing of the word.
Just like the raging waters of a flood,
Which can harm both flesh and blood.
So be very wary of the seemingly small
Who could in years grow very tall,
And that little dog when just a pup
May really scare you when it grows up.
Thus one single grain of that fine sand
May have the ability to form a band,
Of determined people raising a voice
Into a storm that removes your choice.
Thus have a care before ignoring those
With a message and simple clothes,
As they may have the ability to dress
In uniform with others to bring distress,
That you may find very hard to take
When realising your big mistake,
In not seeing strength and mighty hand
Of drops of water and grains of sand!
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Enough fighting back for a while then, but “gird your loins” for the fight needs to go on…… are you ready?
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